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Their sleigh slammed into the same invisible barrier that had forced their agile coursers into a vertical sprint. Emathyst caught Brewer with one arm, Oaklie and Jinx with the other, and hooked her legs under their bench to prevent their falling from their careening conveyance. Jinx held protectively to her cat, whose claws clutched her cape.
Beyond her own screams, Jinx became aware of Bluebelle in the front row reining their team into a sharp turn. The sleigh scraped over burning sky as all but its living occupants plummeted toward earth below. Santa’s compass, given to help Jinx find her mother, rose from around the girl’s neck out into free fall. Vedania leapt from Bluebelle’s side after it.
A pulse pounding eternity later the sleigh splintered down to a hard stop outside a circle of skeletal trees in cold spring light. Emathyst softened easily once at rest, but maintained comforting contact with her still tensed bench mates.
“Well that was exciting.”
“What was that!?” Jinx found her voice next.
“A barrier,” Vedania floated down, wings spread, next to the sleigh with the compass. “We’re running out of time.”
Bluebelle doubled over, steadying herself with heavy breaths.
“At least we landed near a portal network. The compass should tell us which tree to take.”
Jinx glanced at the yawning maws on the inner side of each tree, standing like doorways into darkness with identifying stones set on the ground before each.
“Running out of time for what?”
“Our worlds are changing you and your mother,” Vedania handed Jinx the compass. “But you are changing our worlds too. We have to get both of you home.”
Jinx remembered the last time she went through a portal.
“I, is it safe? Using the portals?”
Vedania clenched her jaw.
“I’ll… I’ll hold your hand.”