Disclaimer: I do not own Terraria, nor the NPCs and other things that appear in the game. They all belong to Redigit and Re-Logic. However, I do own the characters I use, and the personalities I have given to the NPCs in question. That's pretty much it.

With that said, let us begin the story.

I sometimes wonder. What is it like to be human? To feel, to breathe, live, laugh, love?

It feels like the feelings have escaped me a long time ago. I feel… I was once human before.

I want to feel this again, the feeling of being… alive.

Let me live again.

Skybound Arc 0: Itinere [The Journey]

Prologue: Welcome to Terraria

Darkness. That was the first thing they remembered, was the feeling of being adrift in an eternal void. No thought, no sense of direction. They didn't care, because they couldn't think at all. There was nothing to think about.

However, that soon changed, when they saw a small bright light in the distance. They mindlessly drifted towards it, yet once when it was within their reach, they started feeling unusual. Something felt like there was pressure on their chest, and had the urge to breathe. They also felt a stinging, almost unbearable surge go right through them, too.

What was this feeling? Was it… pain?

They didn't like it, they wanted it to stop. But it didn't. They tried to get away from the light, but it was too late, it has already begun to suck them in. Wherever it was sending them, there was no turning back now.

The sun begun to rise over the valley, it's warm rays of light reflecting off small dewdrops, gently hanging off the leaves of the trees, as well on the blades of grass. A small droplet broke off a leaf from a nearby tree, and landed on the forehead of a mysterious figure lying near the edge of the woods overlooking the valley.

It was just a little thing, but it was enough to wake them up. They slowly opened their eyes, revealing it was deep blue in colour. When they sat up, they were revealed to be a young girl, possibly no more than 15 years old in appearance. She had very pale skin and red hair. She wore a white dress that went down to her mid-thighs, and was purple on the bottom half, blue sleeves that seemed to be separate from her dress and dark blue boots.

She blinked a few times, letting her vision adjust to the brightness. Once it finally did, she sat up and got a better look of her new surroundings. Where was she? How did she get here? What happened?

"Hey, it looks like you're finally awake." A voice said from behind her. She turned around to see a man with light brown hair and brown eyes kneeling down at her level.

He smiled a bit, seeing that she was alive and well. "You were out for a while. How are you feeling?"

She blinked, and tilted her head a bit. "I... don't really know how I feel... fine... I guess?"

"Can you stand up?"

She slowly got up onto her feet, and wobbled, falling back down. She tried again, managing to keep her balance this time.

"That's a start." He smiled. "Do you remember anything?"

She shook her head. "No, I don't..." She rubbed her head, it was hurting, aching. "What happened?"

"I was gonna ask you the same thing." He stood up. "But it looks like you're suffering from some pretty bad amnesia. You might've hit your head pretty hard."

"I... think I might have... it hurts pretty badly..."

"Now then." He spoke up. "Aside from some memory loss, do you at least remember your name? Or, do you even remember it?"

"My... name...?" She thought for a moment. What was her name? As she thought, something in her mind seemed to pop up.

She walked through the hallway and into the living room, it was dark, and the only light was from the moon that shone through the window. She looked out the window for a brief second, before her gaze shifted to a picture frame, which fell over from the bookshelf next to her. She picked it up, in it was a photograph of a family of three. She set the frame back onto the bookshelf, and pulled out a book of sorts. When she opened it, it had a full-detailed report about something. She skimmed through it, and her finger came across a phrase of words:

"Yet, as I look at her, she reminds me so much of my wife, Skye."...

"Skye..." After what seemed like an eternity, she finally spoke. "Skye..."

The man tilted his head. "Skye? Is that your name?" He ashed.

"I..." She spoke up again. "I think it is."

He smiled. "Well, Skye. I'm glad you remember your name. It's very nice to meet you." He said, as he put a hand on her shoulder. "My name's Harley. I'm the Guide."

She blinked. "The Guide?"

He nodded. " Uh-huh. I'm what you could call the 'crafting expert'. I teach people what they can use for materials, and teach them where and how to make them." He said." Not only that, I give good tips on other things, too." He looked up at the sky, seeing that the sun was almost high. "Right now I think it'd be best to start making a house before nightfall arrives."

"Uhh... okay..." She said. "But... how...?"

"Here." He handed her a copper axe. "It's easy. Just chop down the trees and collect the wood. I can help with the rest."

"Okay." She said, taking the Copper Axe. Without anything more to say, she went to the nearest tree and started whacking at it.

She heard something rustle in the grass. She stopped swinging at the tree, and looked around. But saw nothing. Just as she was about to swing her axe again, the noise got louder. She turned around to see a small green... blob thing in her field of view.

She stumbled backwards, surprised by the sight of it. "W-what is that?"

Harley heard her cry of fear and confusion, and rushed to where she was, and saw the Green Slime 'staring' at her hungrily. Wasting no time, he pulled out a Copper Shortsword. "Skye, catch!" He said, tossing it at her.

She caught the shortsword and swung it at the slime in panic. It was slashed in half, and dissipated into a mist of green goo. Seeing that the blob is now dead, she gave a sigh of relief. "Thanks."

"Not a problem." He said, helping her back up. "You gotta be careful of those things sometimes, they're a major pain. Trust me I know." He pointed to the shortsword in her hands. "I'd keep that on you for right now. Just in case."

She nodded, and went back to chopping trees. Something told her this was going to be interesting, being here.

Did it turn out good? I hope it did. This is my first Terraria fic, and I'm hoping it will be good, or hell, enjoyable.

Please let me know! R&R, bro!