Chapter 1 - Awakening
Where am I...? Was my first thought as I dizzily awakened from sleep. Around me was a thick forest, lush grass on rich dirt, trees touching the sky with green leaves that danced in a light north breeze. I sat up, and I looked at how I appeared. I wore a midnight black shirt, with jeans, and a light jacket of the same color. I wore sneakers of the same dark color. I noticed my hair was blonde, tied back in a tight ponytail with some in the front brushed over my eye intentionally. I can't tell the features of my face, of course, but my skin was deathly pale.
After looking at how I was, I scanned more of the area around me. To my surprise, behind me was a man in a pale blue shirt and dark blue jeans, with brown hair that sort of stuck up, and he was seated on a rock of fair size. He looked easygoing, with white sneakers and a friendly face, a light smile on it to add. "Hello!" He greeted me eagerly as I stood and brushed off my jeans, which had spots of dirt on them. "Hi?" I replied suspiciously at the man. "I'm your Guide." He stated, as if I would perfectly understand it and not wonder what was going on, and why I don't remember practically anything.
"Well, if you're my guide, mind telling me where the heck I am?" I asked as I eyed him up and down. "You're in Terraria." He stated in the same way as how he told me he was my "guide." I looked at him expectantly, but he apparently didn't get the memo. With a sigh, I asked, "And what's 'Terraria'?" He looked up at me quizzically, and answered, "Well, it's a long story, and you should probably try chopping down some trees to get wood and build a shelter before night comes."
Huh? I wondered as I did a 360-degree look at all the sky-high trees. "How do I do that in less than twelve hours, and I don't even have an axe to even attempt at cutting these down!" The guide looked at me for a moment, and then reached down into a small pouch I didn't realize was there before. He muttered a bit and shifted his hand around the pouch, which his hand couldn't possibly fit in.
"How...?" I was at a loss for words as he pulled out a copper axe, at least it looked coppery to me. "Here's your axe, and I trust you know how to cut down a tree." He told me as he turned the axe so the hilt faced me. I looked up at him, confused, but took the axe nonetheless. It felt lightweight in my hands, just a little heavier than the air itself.
I looked to the sun, which was by now one-fourth of the way to midday, still morning. I looked at the guide once more and asked him, "Isn't there another axe, so you could help me with this, or something?" The guide looked at me and stated simply, "There's only one axe. Do you know how to use it?"
"Well, what's so bad about nighttime, anyway?" I ignored his question and waited for him to answer. His smile wavered a bit. "There're monsters, for one." That answer I was not expecting. I started to panic a bit, and rushed over to the trees to start chopping them down, refusing to give into a panic attack.
The tree was surprisingly easy to cut down. I drove the axe into it, near the bottom, and I cut almost a fourth of it. I smiled slightly, the first smile I've had since waking up only a few minutes ago, at the simplicity of the task. With four or five, I can't remember, more strikes yet another shocking thing happened.
Instead of collapsing, the tree simply dissipated into small pieces of refined wood, leaves, and a few saplings. The guide walked over, and handed me his apparently magic pouch. "Instead of me asking, I'll just go along with it, 'kay?" I told the guide as he sat down on his rock again and looked off into the distance, like he was thinking hard about something.
I reached down to collect everything the tree dropped, and when I looked down, to my surprise there was nothing left of the tree except the wood, and saplings. The leaves and roots were just...Gone. I decided it left less work for me to do and I picked up all the wood and saplings, which I stuffed in my pouch, which held all of it perfectly. "So, what next", I asked the guide. He looked over at me and answered, "Build a house. Even a small shack will do, as long as it's some sort of shelter. Oh! And I should probably tell you my name. I'm Jacob." He told me as he got up, walked over, and put his hand in front of him for a handshake. "Autumn.", I said to him the only thing I remember, my name, and shook his hand.
((This is my first fanfic. Any criticism that could make it better is always appreciated!))