Mariposa is a Flutarian. Flutarians are small humans with butterfly wings, who live in a giant pomegranate tree on Earth. The Flutarians are like a "giant," 1,000 tiny human nation. Mariposa is the second general of this tiny nation. They're very competitive and good fighters. However, it's not every day you find yourself in another dimension. Especially one filled to the brim was hustling, friendly demons, angry animal hybrids, and even perhaps minor dimensions within it. This place was called the Starlands; the grand central of the Dimensions. (Collaboration between @EAuroraKolb and @Im-A-Cliche) - Something is coming; something big. With the arrival of 18 Flutarians, rumor begins to spread. The Dimensional Travellers say that the Flutarians back in their dimension, Earth, are planning an attack upon the land Mariposa landed in. However, when a rift is torn in the fabric of time and the worlds by a monster called the Void, destruction breaks loose. Time is running out, and 36 elder gods are racing to close the rift before their entire world collapses upon itself. Meanwhile, Mariposa and her small group of newly gathered friends, must stop an upcoming war between the Starlandians and Flutarians.

The three peaceful kingdoms, Night, Sun, and SteamWork, were the largest empires in RuneStone island. Each was hundreds of miles wide, but the Night and Light Kingdom were the largest known empires. These two extraordinary empires housed the two wielders of the Sun and Moon. That probably explained a lot. The SteamWorks though... Ohh, were they small. They managed all the machinery through the three dimensions, and one SteamWork wolf could assemble a robot so fast, it was almost like magic. Unfortunately, they weren't well known for this skill. They were known for making the most complicated and amazing machinery. Deadly, helpful, stunning, they could make it. They never went to war though, whatsoever. But now? A young Raven Wolf Major known as NightWing, will experience the truth. With what Akrthon, the SteamWork king, has in mind.

We are three nations. There is one war. I am Jack, of the OverWorlders. I am Lysa, of the Ender Nation. I am Amy, of the Thunder Nation. We rule this world. This place was once beautiful, peaceful, even. But then, the Abyss came, with its controller. Brian. He was one of the average players of the chessboard, never a fighter. One day, he strayed into the outer lands, and fell into the void. He rose again, as HeroBrine. Our Nations had originally teamed up to fight him. Now? We're fighting each other. Why? Soon, our world began melting away, from the End realm, first. The void was crawling across it, eating it like a large black hole. It destroyed the Thunder Nation next. Now, only the OverWorlders are left. We can never be safe. Amy was wrong. Jack had been corrupted. Lysa says he was never corrupted though. They say he was always the son of Brian. This chess game will never end. There is no king to checkmate. Who are we? We're Minecraftians. (Backstory stuff yay)