A Rift Between Worlds

A fanfiction collaboration
Idea by Mushroom with spots
Welcome to A Rift Between Worlds, a fanfiction chapter book collaboratively written by fifteen users and hosted by Mushroom with spots! It centers around our protagonist, Rift, and takes place during the time of the Legend of the Hive!
A Rift Between Worlds is being organized and discussed on this thread!
Chapter Assignments
1. NeverSayNether 2
2. BiggestFanwing6789
3. 0Hazel0 (taken by NeverSayNether 2)
4. SkyDragonAerial
5. Hamster the Sandwing
6. DirkWillemsFan1569
7. CometTheRain-Nightwing/Mushroom with spots
8. WingsOverFire
9. Svunny
10. DalingDown
11. Opal beans
12. Potential Cylinder (Clio)
13. KethZeFool
14. Cheesy cheetos are yummy
15. Bright Neon Thing
== Characters ==
<tabber>
|-|Characters=
Whenever you make up something about a character when writing, add it to the character’s section here for easy reference for other users.
|-|Rift=
Name: Rift.
Tribe: SeaWing.
Pronouns: She/Her.
Age:
Personality: Ambiverted, loyal, reserved, often spends time alone, anxious, stressed, shy. Often puts on a mask to hide her emotions. Prideful, and believes forgiving other dragons is an insult to this.
Ref/Desc: Base by JA, fill by Opal beans. 
Other: Has always been an early riser. Doesn’t sleep much.
|-|Larkspur=
Name: Larkspur (Lark).
Tribe: BeetleWing.
Pronouns: He/Him.
Age:
Personality: Hopeful, caring.
Ref/Desc: Base by Aphid, fill by SkyDragonAerial. 
Other: Has keen eyesight. Doesn’t sleep much.
|-|Swallowtail=
Name: Swallowtail.
Tribe: BeetleWing.
Pronouns:
Age:
Personality: Friendly, extraverted, loves telling campfire stories.
Ref/Desc:
Other: Owned by BiggestFanWing6789. Is a flamesilk.
|-|Nymphalidae=
Name: Nymphalidae.
Tribe: BeetleWing.
Pronouns: She/Her.
Age: Dragonet.
Personality: Timid, shy.
Ref/Desc: Lavender.
Other: Owned by 0Hazel0.
|-|Sculpin=
Name: Sculpin.
Tribe: SeaWing.
Pronouns:
Age:
Personality: Has always been an avid reader.
Ref/Desc: Base by Aphid, fill by SkyDragonAerial. 
Other:
|-|Frigid=
Name: Frigid.
Tribe: IceWing.
Pronouns: She/Her.
Age:
Personality: Cold, sarcastic.
Ref/Desc: Art by KitKatRainWing. 
Other: Owned by Opal beans.
|-|Skyfire=
Name: Skyfire.
Tribe: SkyWing/NightWing.
Pronouns: She/Her.
Age:
Personality: Very hyper, overprotective of her friends.
Ref/Desc: Base by Albuu, fill by Urstandingonmyneck. 
Other: Owned by Opal beans.
|-|Stardust=
Name: Stardust.
Tribe: NightWing.
Pronouns: She/Her.
Age:
Personality: Quiet, shy, bookwormish.
Ref/Desc: All teal, with a teardrop scale.
Other: Owned by Opal beans.
|-|Paradise=
Name: Paradise.
Tribe: RainWing.
Pronouns: She/Her.
Age:
Personality: Lazy, slow, doesn’t like fighting, likes gardening.
Ref/Desc: Blue and orange.
Other: Owned by Hamster the Sandwing.
</tabber>
==Chapter 1==
(NeverSayNether2)
Rift was really worried. Ever since she and the others had left Pyrrhia, they had been traveling for so long. Rift was starting to doubt that there was even other land…but she needed to press on. For her friends.
But are we even friends…?
One of the dragons on the boat was looking at Rift. She could tell. Dark green with bits of yellow and lime. This was Larkspur.
“Lark? Is something wrong?” Her voice was cool, detached. Better that way than to let the anxiety slip into her tone.
“They’re wondering when they’ll get there. We’re down to our last rations…at least, rations that aren't fish.”
Rift smiled at him. “We’ll get there, I just know it!” she assured him.
Lark grinned and turned his back to her. Poor dragonet…he was so hopeful. I guess he still is, after all. I wish…
She shook the idea out of her head. Not now. Not until they got there. She could feel the waves slowing, so they could rest today. She grabbed the anchor on the underside of the boat and dragged it down to the ground. She resurfaced after making sure that it was properly anchored.
“We can rest now, the anchor is down.”
Most of them were already passed out, except Larkspur. She climbed on and immediately went to the other side of the boat. She needed some time for herself today. Of course, she felt the green dragon walking up to her.
“What do you want?” she demanded. “I’m trying to rest.”
He shook his head. “I can’t rest. I feel like something is wrong…”
Rift flicked her tail in annoyance.
“I’m checking the anchor,” Larkspur decided.
The boat creaked as Lark dived down with a splash. After a few moments, she could feel that the boat was more secure. She must not have checked properly, what with her stress and all that. 
No. It could be possible he did that to take credit…
She shook her head. It wasn’t like him to do that. As he climbed onboard, she closed her eyes and immediately fell into a dreamless slumber.
< • >
The next morning, she went down there, raised the anchor, and started pushing the boat again. At least this was exercise, even if less than ideal. Right?
A couple hours passed as her muscles started growing weary again. Larkspur was looking off into the distance, his keen eyesight doing them no favors right now. Perhaps we could send him ahead if it gets too—
“Land! I see land!”
She stopped the boat, and started to swim ahead with speed. Surely enough, there was a large island! They were saved! She swam back immediately, and as she did, thoughts ran about her mind. We can stop swimming! We can feel the ground again! We never need to suffer again! Pyrrhia is long behind us!
''
She rushed to announce the news to the crew, and started pushing the boat faster than was safe. She could feel pieces of the boat breaking, and as she sped up, it kept breaking. As she reached the coastline, a sound was heard.
SNAP!
The boat broke under everyone else’s talons, and the majority of them fell. Except Larkspur. He had gathered all their rations and fled to the coast.
“I can’t believe it! We’re actually here!” She started climbing on the shore, and danced. “Flipping yes!”
That night, there was a bonfire, after scavenging the wood, and they used most of their rations to cook a marvelous feast. The last of the meat, fruits, and vegetables were being made into many different meals. Rift then realized that she didn’t know if everyone made it. She decided to take a headcount.
A BeetleWing, friendly and extroverted, named Swallowtail, was here. Another BeetleWing, timid and shy, named Nymphalidae, was present. Sculping, the other SeaWing, who had always been an avid reader, was present. Paradise, the Rainwing who didn’t want to do work, was here. There were others that were there, and then there was Larkspur, the dragon with remarkable sight and who had found the island in the first place.
Someone was missing, and Rift didn’t know exactly who… but she wasn’t allowed to think on that for long. 
The earth began to tremble slightly. Something was up with this place. There was a vine creeping everywhere, but she didn’t dare to do anything to it just yet. For all she knew, this is what was keeping the ecosystem alive.
As the fire died down, so did their energy. One by one, the dragons all left to their makeshift camp, until Larkspur and Rift remained.
“...we’re here, but how are we going to make this work?” Larkspur, whilst he may have been unbreakable up till now, was starting to weigh in the consequences that may have occurred when they came here. “We have absolutely no way to escape if something attacks us. Any creatures here know the layout better than we do, and the boat is gone.”
Rift scoffed at Larkspur. “What are you, a coward? We are never going to have to worry! Nymph is a good hunter and her acid can kill any monsters! And do keep in mind, you aren’t the only special one. Swallowtail is adaptive to any situation, mind you.” She was blabbering this, having never studied them closely. She needed to keep his morale up.
“I’m just saying, we may not have been welcomed here with open arms…”
Rift scoffed again, and turned on him, walking back to the camp. She left Larkspur to pick up the ashes, and as she did, he gathered all the ashes in a bag, refusing to toss it into the sea. She didn’t question him, for he always did stuff like this.
Probably because he cares about the sea’s ecosystem…he shouldn’t. That’s MY job, not his, she thought bitterly.
As they made it back to the camp, with Larkspur carrying the ashes—they might be able to use those for soap, Rift thought—they passed out right then and there on the mats that they had brought.
The camp was deep in slumber when the earth shook again, and an eerie call crept out from the woods. For the first time in what might have been centuries…the forest had a goal once more.
==Chapter 2==
(BiggestFanWing6789)
As far as Rift's currently unconscious mind was concerned, the forest was no more alive than you'd expect of a forest. The mellow soprano voices of crickets and other insects enveloped the group's exhausted figures. Naturally, she was the first one awake. Rift had always been an early-riser.
She pondered her nightmares. They were horribly inaccurate re-tellings of the life she'd already lived, and still she had awoken thinking they were her memories. As characters should do far less frequently, she brushed aside her troublesome thoughts. Her home continent was behind her now. There was no use dwelling on the past, or she’d spoil her future.
Rift slouched to a stretch of land that led out into the water, adjacent to the camp. She shut her eyes tight as the glare from the cobalt sea assaulted them, breaching their protection. A wind blew from across the ocean. It was too cold, not refreshing, as winds should so obviously be. Rift turned around and let out the beginning of a sigh before strutting back to camp from the peninsula, for now home was literally behind her back, she could focus on her work.
“I wondered where you went,” Larkspur murmured at her return. His face appeared enthusiastic, but his voice was… sullen. The explorers had no excuse to radiate displeasure. Yet they did. Why was that? “Where did you go?”
Rift didn’t feel like sharing her analogical stroll. She felt like reading, but hated being rude, which was a tiresome internal struggle compared to the ones she could have been gifted in that moment. “Conceptually, around the world. Physically, to the end of that pier-thing,” she explained condescendingly to him, as if he were a newborn dragonet. She felt quite guilty about it afterwards, but couldn’t say that to his face, for fear he would forgive her. Forgiveness was an insult to Rift’s pride.
The glowing sun still rising, Lark and Rift flew from the clearing to hunt and gather. Together, they took in the immense greenery that surrounded them. The vast expanse was coated in trees of all kinds. When they finally found a spot to land with enough space so as not to trample the shrubbery, they’d gone at least a mile from camp.
“I’ve never seen a vine like this before,” Lark observed. He gestured to the crimson flora that wound around each tree, no matter the species. The soft white flowers had to be the prettiest within view. Emerald-coloured veins wove throughout the plant. They made it eerily life-like, the plant a dragon, preparing to strike down its opponent in battle.
A bush rustled dryly nearby, and a fawn tried its best to scurry away before being chased aggressively by the pair. Eventually they caught it, after a wild game of cat and mouse. They were rejoicing in their efforts when Rift noticed an anthill to her right.
“Larkspur,” she whispered coolly. “There are ant nests all around us.”
“Wow, how interesting!” he replied loudly. “There must be some cognitive reason that they’re all within reach of each other.” Before Rift could step in, he was walking to the one closest to inspect it.
Suddenly, each hill erupted with insects in unison. The simultaneousness of it was virtually impossible, but the two were busy acknowledging how these were fire ants to think of it.  The layer of trees above was far too thick to take flight, so the SeaWing and her companion ran at top speed to the shore. The horde was coming for them, and more creatures joined along the way as they passed new hives and colonies. Eventually it was so dense that when Rift looked back, she couldn’t see through the cloud of miniscule organisms. Failing to keep her cerulean eyes ahead of her, she tripped on a root in the ground that she could swear hadn’t been there when they came this way earlier.
Finally stumbling back to camp, Lark and Rift took a moment to settle their breathing before vigorously shaking their group awake. The scattered LeafWing was sprinting to each member while she was yelling with as much force as her lungs could provide. The voracious army of bugs was gaining on them, until finally Nymphalidae spoke—a rare occurrence, mind you—with an idea.
“The water! They can’t reach us there!” wailed the lavender dragonet. The rest of them followed her into the liquid, even the RainWings, who hated swimming. Rift pitied the ones who had to come up briefly and gulp for air while she remained underwater, just as usual. There were benefits to the anatomy of a SeaWing.
After hours of this repetitive misery, the fire ants accepted defeat and retreated. The shivering, baffled dragons crawled to shore and huddled around a fire for warmth, lit by Swallowtail’s flamesilk. The cold had seeped through to their bones. Despite her great love for water itself, Rift was not reveling in the freezing, tingling sensations throughout her body. She looked overhead and concentrated on the moons for a while. Two were waxing crescents, and one was already new. In a few days none would hang overhead to spread light across the world, and the sky would be dark, save for the few stars and constellations in line of sight.
Rift thought it implausible that she would ever fall asleep as the others drifted off. After today she was in a state of dreamy, semi-wake-ness. Fortunately, she never seemed to sleep much anyway, and apparently (but slightly less fortunately), Larkspur never did either.
“It’s as if…” he started out of the blue, but dropped the end of his sentence.
“The continent doesn’t want to welcome us here?” suggested Rift. She knew how he felt. The journey had been stimulating enough, nevermind the day’s activities.
“Today it felt like the land and animals were all one being,” he vented solemnly. “It sounds… strange. But we worked so hard to get here…”
“I know,” she replied. After a while sitting in the stuffy silence, she added, “I’m going to try and get some rest. Good night.”
Rift’s mind was cloudy with all the things she wanted to assume, but couldn’t. But she did know one thing.
Whatever happened that day was the work of something sinister.
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