Lia

Yes, the twins.

Gemma and Rowan were stretched out like cats in the sun, completely content, like this bizarre, magical realm was their vacation spot instead of a twisted trial ground. Rowan had even braided a flower crown from some glowing vine-thing we’d found nearby and was now trying to convince Colby to wear it.

“You’ll look majestic,” I said, laughing.

“I’ll look ridiculous,” Colby replied, though he didn’t move away. “Also, it’s glowing. That can’t be normal.”

“Normal doesn’t live here,” Matt muttered, lying back with his arms behind his head. “She packed up and left the minute we stepped through the portal.”

Something was going on.

Rain...