Note: This is a crossover fanfic between Playing God and The Between. Most likely, you haven't heard of either of these books, so I will explain: Playing God takes place in modern Minnesota and is about a guy named Chris who was framed as a bank robber and has now teamed up with an ancient species known as the Hyiephyr to rule the world. The Between is a fantasy epic involving a young woman named Faorn who is a shape-shifter and is friends with a mage, who told her about Chris's/Our world. For the sake of privacy, the author's names have been changed.
Each section will be written by a different author. This one was done by Adri. Have fun!
Adri will be writing in this color
Stephanie will be writing in this color
Every world is parallel to each other—every world has a portal, a rift in space and time. In the world of Natarvra, the rift is commonly known as the Between. Meet the characters from two different worlds. A Natarvric girl, who ends up in the blue world, that the inhabitants call Earth. A twenty-three year old man who has seen the species which walked the Earth years before the dinosaurs roamed the lands. A young girl, who in reality isn't that young, is very fond of peanut butter sandwiches. And on top of it all, two writers from Minnesota
Faorn gasped and fell out of the rift with the grace of a cow. She grunted as her back hit the ground with a thump. This was all her friend's doing. Vactriona, her mage friend, wanted Faorn to go the blue world and discover things. At first, Faorn had no clue what Vactriona meant. But then the mage told her that the humans in the blue world, Earth, could cast light in a flick of a switch without using magic. Vactriona had also said magic was not real on the blue planet. That shocked Faorn. How could a world survive without magic? The mages controlled natural disasters, as well as making work easier.
Faorn slowly sat up, and looked around. It looked like autumn. That was a good sign. The blue world had seasons like Natarvra. A crisp red leaf floated down from above. She glanced up, and saw the trees towering above her. Getting to her feet shakily, she made her way through the forest. As soon as she begun, she realized that she was still wearing her favorite short-sleeved shirt. She rubbed her arms. She weaved between the trees, every part of the forest the same as the forests in Natarvra. The animals scattered away from the area as she crushed the leaves below her. The trees were so close together that the birds hopped from one tree to another. Faorn smiled. Maybe the blue planet wasn't that different from hers. But she was wrong. As soon as she stood at the edge of the forest, she saw a house. It was unlike any of the houses she had seen before. It looked so perfect, so well constructed. This house could last through the worst storm. Faorn thought. She moved closer to it, nearing the house.
Her face was a look of confusion. A glass door. She said with wonder. It was really the back door of the house, a sliding door to any average blue world human. But she was Natarvric, and had the least idea of how the sliding door worked. She grabbed the handle and yanked. The handle, made of a mysterious substance, probably which Vactroina called 'plastic', squeaked in protest. Faorn rubbed her chin. Staring at the handle, she tried yanking the door open. Nothing happened. This door is definitely Natarvric-proof. Faorn thought miserably. She pulled the handle this way and that, and decided to use brute force. She took a running start and slammed into the door. She grimaced, and tried again. It was definitely making a racket. She was about to start again, when a man who looked in his twenties came rushing to the door on the inside.