Swordfish skidded to a halt on a smooth surface. I'm alive? I was sure that height would have killed me. Swordfish opened his eyes to see that he was surrounded by darkness, except for the ground, which was a glass-like substance. Through the glass, Swordfish could see the Rainforest far down below him. Where… am I? Am I dead?
Swordfish looked behind him to see one of the rips, except this one didn't lead into darkness, it lead back to the tunnel he had been escaping through. Swordfish could see the abyss through it. Swordfish watched as the rip suddenly closed up, leaving Swordfish to start looking around.
There were various orb-like things suspended around the blackness, all with different images and scenes held inside of them, like a window into some other place. But through all of that, Swordfish noticed a pale green blob, floating around in the darkness.
When he got up to go investigate, he noticed none of his wounds hurt. They hadn't healed, but they didn't feel bad or anything. Even his lost claw had no pain to it at all. What IS this? Swordfish wondered.
Swordfish got up, and flew through the darkness, his wings now working for some reason, despite the hole. As he got closer to the blob, he realized it was a dragonet. A Rainwing. An idea hit Swordfish like lightning.
He moved up to her. She had scars on her like his mysterious ones, only these were open. Her eyes were closed, she was the pale green color Rainwings turn when they are truly scared. When Swordfish tried to touch her, he realized she was covered in a black and green sticky substance. It wrapped her up like spider webbing. Swordfish began to claw it off, disgusted.
When he peeled her face free, he tried to get her to wake up. "Hello?" He called quietly. No answer.
When he had peeled all of the webbing off and had thrown it into the darkness, she made a sound. A groaning. Her wounds were not bleeding, but were open, just like Swordfish's. "What's your name?" Swordfish asker her.
She coughed. "I'm Vine. And you?"