THE RIFT

Rita clutched her coat tighter as she hurried along the winding path through Greystone Park. The sun had set only minutes ago, but the sky had already deepened to a bruised shade of purple, swollen with heavy clouds. A strange wind rustled the treetops, and the streetlights flickered, uncertain whether to fight the gathering dark.

She glanced at her phone: 6:17 pm. The message from her boss still glowed on the screen … Thanks for staying late again, Rita. With a sigh, she slipped it back into her pocket. The park was usually her shortcut home, a slice of calm at the end of a long day. Tonight, though, it felt different. The air was thick, expectant, as if the world itself was holding its breath.

A chill breeze snaked around her ankles, teasing the hem of her skirt. She shivered and quickened her pace, but the breeze only rose, swirling higher to tug at her bag, to dance up to her hands and face. Rita stopped, brushing her hair from her eyes, as a strong wind wrapped her in invisible ribbons.

Dry, brittle leaves skittered across the path and rose in a spiral, caught in the same current. The world narrowed its focus to spinning shapes and colours. Rita stumbled, dizziness swimming through her vision. She tried to call out, but the air pressed thickly against her ears. A moaning, swishing sound drowned out everything else.

She sank to the ground, clutching her head. The wind howled, a chorus of ancient voices, and the leaves became a cyclone, a cocoon of colour and sound. Rita squeezed her eyes shut, hands pressed over her ears.

Make it stop, please…

Abruptly, the noise faded, replaced by a sudden, weightless silence. She could feel her heartbeat thudding in her chest, her breath hot against her palms.

Slowly, she opened her eyes.

The park was gone.

She was sitting on fine, white sand. A faint mist hovered above the ground. The air was dry, tinged with a metallic tang. Above her, three enormous orange moons hung low in a sky brushed with violet clouds. The landscape rolled away in waves of barren dunes, punctuated by jagged cliffs.

Along the cliffs, Rita could see tall rectangular shapes...buildings? They seemed alive, carved from the stone, shimmering in the strange light.

Unsteady, she stood, noticing that a circle of vapour was still swirling around her. Beyond it, the world felt unreal, dreamlike. Was she dead? Dreaming? She pinched her arm and felt the sharp bite of her nails.

A shadow moved across the sand.

Rita’s breath caught as a figure approached, tall and broad-shouldered, moving with effortless confidence. As the figure drew closer, she could make out dark hair falling in thick waves over masculine shoulders. The long blue-black hair framed a face both handsome and alien with sharp cheekbones.

Those eyes seemed to glow. Even from a distance, she could see that they were flecked with silver light. It was obvious that the figure was a man, a powerful, tall-looking man. He wore a suit of black and silver clinging to his muscled frame. Strange patterns were etched across the fabric.

He paused, arms folded, right at the edge of the mist. Rita stared at him in awe and fascination. Her eyes travelled from his tight boots, up his virile-looking body, to the top of his handsome head.

She swallowed and licked dry lips while trying to breathe at the same time. He was talking, and she couldn't understand what he said.

Pressing something on his wrist, she finally made out the words he spoke. “Do not be afraid,” he said, his voice deep and surprisingly warm. “You are safe here. My name is Larston. Welcome to Thraen.”

This world is not real, she thought, while her mind struggled to catch up with her senses. A breeze tugged at her hair. Well, that felt real enough. Drawing in a shaky breath, she managed a hoarse whisper. “Where… am I?”

He inclined his head. “You are far from your home, Rita. The rift brought you here for a reason.”

The three moons cast long golden shadows across the sand. With her head spinning, Rita looked at the vapour, the moons, and the distant, impossible city. “This can’t be real.” How did he know her name?

Larston took a careful step closer, his boots leaving deep prints in the powdery sand. He kept his hands visible, his movements slow, as if approaching a skittish animal. “It is real. You are on Thraen, another world. The rift brought you here, an event not seen in many cycles.”

Shaking her head, she wondered where her apartment, her job, and the ordinary world she’d known just moments ago had gone too. “How… how did I get here? What is this rift?”

“The rift is a breach in the fabric between worlds, rare and unpredictable.” Larston’s gaze swept the horizon before returning to her. “Tonight, it opened in your world and chose you. The reason is not yet clear.” He studied her face with curiosity and concern. “Are you harmed?”

“I…I don’t think so.” Rita brushed sand off her hands, realising she was trembling. “Am I trapped in this… circle?”

“For now, yes.” Larston’s tone was apologetic but firm. “The vapour barrier protects both you and us. There are dangers in cross-world contamination. It will only be for a short time, until we are certain you pose no harm and that our air does not harm you.”

Rita looked at the shimmering barrier, fear and wonder mingling in her chest. “What happens now?” she asked, fighting down panic.

“We will perform a resonance test. It will read your intentions, your memories. Painless, I assure you. Our council must know you are not a threat.” He offered a small, steadying smile. “It is also a way for you to show your truth, Rita.”

Somehow, his quiet confidence calmed her. “Okay,” she said, barely louder than a whisper. “What do I have to do?”

Larston extended his hand, palm outward. A gentle pulse of silvery light shimmered from his fingertips, expanding to fill the boundaries of the vapour circle. Rita felt a tingling run through her entire body, like a slow, painless electric current.

“Close your eyes,” Larston instructed softly. “Breathe.”

She did as he said. The light pricked at her skin, but not unpleasantly. Images flickered behind her eyelids. Childhood memories, the warmth of her mother’s arms, rainy days in the city, the pressure of daily life, the quiet ache of loneliness. Feeling vulnerably exposed, but not violated, it felt like someone was gently leafing through the pages of her life.

After a long moment, the sensation faded. Opening her eyes and blinking rather sleepily, she noticed Larston was watching her, his face softened by empathy.

“You have known sadness. And courage. You are not an enemy.” His conviction caused a weight to lift from her.

A faint tone sounded from the cliffs. From the rock itself, shapes shimmered and resolved into ghostly figures, tall and robed, their features indistinct.

“The Council,” Larston told her.

Rita observed them with a mix of awe and fear.

One of the councillors spoke, their voice echoing in the thin air. “The human passes the test. Lower the barrier, Guardian Larston.”

Larston nodded solemnly. With a gesture, the vapour circle dissolved, and the mist dispersed in the breeze. Cool, dry air rushed over Rita’s skin. She took her first tentative step into this new world.

“Come,” Larston said, gesturing towards the city carved into the cliffs. “There is much for you to see and much for us to learn. Welcome, Rita of Earth, to Thraen.”

Swallowing down nerves, wonder tangled deep inside her. Here she was following Larston, such a magnificent man, over the sand on another plain. Three moons illuminated her path while the city of secrets waited in the distance.

Walking from the dunes to the city was both brief and yet seemed endless. Each step into this new world deepened her sense of unreality. The sand was soft, shifting beneath her flat-heeled shoes. The air thinned with every breath, carrying scents she couldn’t name… metallic, floral, and faintly electric.

Larston moved beside her, his presence steady and reassuring in this vast emptiness.

Once they neared the cliffs, the city’s details became clearer. Buildings were in fact sculpted from living rock, their facades etched with glowing lines and alien symbols. Narrow bridges arched between towers. Translucent banners rippled in the night breeze, catching light from lanterns floating untethered above the walkways.

Her eyes widened at the sight of the city’s people. They were humanoid but taller and more angular than Earth’s humans, their skin tones ranged from obsidian to pearl. Some wore flowing robes, others sleek armour shimmering with subtle circuitry.

Children darted through the streets in bursts of laughter, while elders watched from arched doorways, their eyes luminous and curious.

Larston glanced at her, a small, crooked smile tugging at his lips. “Is your world… like this?”

She managed a shaky laugh. “Not even close.”

A group of guardians… warriors like Larston… approached, their eyes a mix of caution and curiosity. They greeted her politely but kept a respectful distance. Larston spoke to them in a melodic, unfamiliar language, gesturing towards Rita and then towards the city’s heart.

He explained quietly to her. “The council has granted you sanctuary for now. But the rift’s energy is growing. You must stay close, at least until we understand more.”

They led her up a winding ramp carved into the cliffside, passing windows that revealed glowing interiors. There were murals of swirling galaxies, intricate machines, and battles against shadowy beasts. This city felt ancient and vibrant, humming with secrets.

At a balcony overlooking the vast landscape, Larston paused. The three orange moons hung low, painting everything in warm, otherworldly light.

Rita leant against the railing, her brow furrowed as she asked him. “Why did the rift choose me?”

His expression grew troubled. “The rift is not a thing of logic. It seeks resonance. Perhaps you called to it, even without knowing. Or perhaps your world and ours are more entwined than we thought.”

A sudden tremor shivered through the balcony. Lanterns flickered. From the far edge of the city, a ripple of darkness rolled across the sand. Shouts rose up from below.

Larston’s posture shifted, he was alert in an instant. “Stay here,” he ordered gently, then vaulted over the railing with impossible grace, landing in the square below.

Gripping onto the stone edge, her heart thudded wildly. Out on the sand, she could see shadowy shapes emerging… shifting, formless creatures, their bodies flickering between substance and smoke.

Guardians below and above her drew weapons that crackled with blue light.

A shadow darted towards a screaming child.

Without thinking, Rita snatched a lantern from its floating perch and hurled it. The lantern exploded in a flare of violet energy, scattering the creature in a burst of sparks.

Gasps echoed through the crowd. Guardians rushed in, forming a protective ring around her and others. Larston appeared at her side, breathless, his eyes wild with concern.

“How did you do that?” he demanded.

She stared at her hands tingling with energy in disbelief. “I…I don’t know. I just… felt it.”

Larston’s gaze was intense, searching. “You are more connected to this world than we realised.”

Around them, the shadows slowly retreated, but the air still crackled with danger. From hidden speakers, the council’s voice boomed. “The rift grows unstable. Rita of Earth, your presence awakens something powerful. We must decide… will you stay and help us, or shall we attempt to send you home?”

Her mind raced. Go back to my lonely life… or stay and face the unknown with Larston and these strange, beautiful people, as well as this shadowy threat?

Looking into Larston’s eyes for answers, she murmured. “What do I need to do?”

He offered his hand, a warm smile breaking through his concern. “Trust yourself. That may be the key to saving both our worlds.”

Rita took his hand. An immediate current sparked between them as the three moons blazed overhead. She felt strength flow from him, building deep inside her. Together, with joined hands, they turned to face the coming storm.

The city held its breath as night deepened. The sand below was now painted violet beneath the three watchful moons.

Larston did not let go of her hand and finally led the way down steep steps into a corridor of crystal, thrumming with energy. At its end was a cavernous chamber walled with shimmering facets. A black, oily slick background surrounded this vast gaping hole. At its centre, the rift hovered, a swirling wound in reality, pulsing with shadows and wind.

Larston handed Rita a slender, silver band. “This will help focus your energy,” he said softly, his eyes searching hers. “But only you can control it.”

She slipped the band onto her wrist, her hands trembling. “What if I can’t?”

He stepped closer, the concern in his expression warming into tenderness. “You are braver than you know. "I saw your bravery in your memories, especially tonight when you acted without fear to save a child."

Heat spread across her face, but she met his gaze steadily. “I wasn’t brave. I just… couldn’t let anyone get hurt.”

Larston’s smile was gentle. “That’s why you were chosen. You care, even when you’re afraid.”

The rift pulsed again, sending a chill through the chamber. Larston’s hand found hers once more, his grip strong but gentle. “Whatever happens, you are not alone.”

Together, they approached the rift. All around, Guardians stood ready, weapons crackling with energy. From above, the council began to chant, their voices echoing in the crystal chamber, weaving around the sound of the rift’s howling wind. At the rift’s edge, shadow creatures writhed and clawed, desperate to escape.

She felt the pull of the rift, a magnetic thread, both terrifying and strangely familiar, tugging at something deep inside her. Closing her eyes, it felt the same as the swirling wind in the park, the sensation of being swept up into something greater.

Larston squeezed her hand. “Now, Rita!”

She stepped forward as if in a trance and slowly raised her wrist.

The silver band shimmered, light flowed from her outstretched hand, it resonated with the rift’s energy. Rita poured her memories into the light, all her struggles, her longing for meaning, her hope that she could matter.

The rift howled, shadow creatures shrieked as her energy surged.

Larston was beside her joining his strength to hers. His presence anchored her, their connection…a bridge between worlds…growing incandescent.

The chamber shook, dust and light swirled around them.

The rift grew and shrank. It grew and shrank again. Colours spun wildly.

Her whole body trembled while this power threatened to overwhelm her, to unravel her at the seams.

“Stay with me, Rita.” Larston’s voice broke through the madness, low and urgent. “You can do this.”

She focused on him, on the steadiness of his hand, the truth in his eyes, and a promise in his words. The rift’s pull weakened.

With a final, determined cry, Rita let go, channelling all her hope, all her longing for belonging, into the light.

With a thunderous crack, the rift collapsed in on itself. Silence fell, thick and sacred.

She dropped finally to her knees, breathless, her vision swimming.

Larston knelt beside her, arms wrapping her close. She felt his heartbeat, strong and steady, anchoring her in this new reality.

“You did it,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “You saved us.”

Above, the Guardians erupted in cheers. The council’s voice echoed. “The rift is sealed. Thraen is safe!”

Rita blinked up at Larston, tears glimmering in her eyes. “What happens now? Can I… go home?”

Larston gently brushed a strand of hair from her face. “The path is open, for a little while. You may return to your world, if that is your wish. But Thraen would welcome you. I would welcome you.”

She searched his face, seeing the connection she had always longed for reflected in his eyes. The ache of loneliness she’d carried for so long faded, replaced by hope and belonging.

“I…I believe I want to stay,” she said, her voice trembling with certainty. “If you’ll have me.”

Larston’s smile was radiant. “Always.”

As dawn painted the alien sky, Rita stood beside him on a high balcony, the three orange moons sinking towards the horizon. She had crossed worlds and found not only adventure but also a home, a love she never dared imagine.

Epilogue

Months passed, and Rita’s old life on Earth became a distant memory. A half-remembered dream she no longer mourned. Gradually she learned the flowing language of Thraen, adapted to the thin, crisp air, and walked the glowing bridges as if she had always belonged.

Word of her courage spread, and many sought her out, not just as a Guardian, but as a symbol that even the smallest ripple could change the fate of worlds. She and Larston worked side by side, their bond deepened with each passing day. Their laughter and shared purpose filled the spaces in her life that once held loneliness.

At night, beneath those orange moons, they’d sit on the high cliffs, gazing out at the shimmering city and the infinite desert beyond. Occasionally, a stray breeze would wind around Rita, and she would smile, remembering that night how her world changed.

She no longer wondered where she truly belonged. She had chosen her place and her heart. Choosing a different path in her life had brought her to a world she could never have imagined. Not only that, but she found someone from another world who helped her find her way.

THE END