"I have no idea how it happened, or why. My memories are blurry, but I do know that one second ago I was in an entirely different place. It doesn't take a genius to realize that sort of stuff, for a variety of reasons.

For one, it is raining in this place, but only now I feel my clothes getting wet. And, I am certain that I have never been in a rainforest before in my life.

There is also the fact that I am being viciously attacked by a man in dark, horned armor."

- N -

With the moon gleaming in the sky and watching his every movement, the boy ran desperately through the forest, hiding behind trees and dirt to escape the dark arrows that aimed for his life; some grazed his arms and legs, but none hit him, and he so kept running, only to find that the whole place sat atop a large cliff, and what appeared to be zombies moaned and waited at the bottom.

"Ah... okay," he said, turning right back. At least the dark knight could be reasoned with, right?

An arrow immediately pinned his shirt to a tree.

(It was a good start, he thought, because it might have pinned his stomach or his head instead!)

Next thing was a sword to the neck; the knight was fast and the boy barely had time to move his head. What he saw surprised and scared him.

It was a man, that much was clear, but he wasn't very tall. Yet, it was an imposing sight: the brown armor had a strange aura to it that seemed to somehow darken the surroundings, the huge horn on the forehead of the helmet seemed rather sharp now, and... even though it was this completely unknown guy with serious intention to kill, the boy felt drawn to his eyes: jade green, like gems on a socket, glistening against the darkness of the armor.

"WHO ARE YOU?" the knight asked, his voice echoing through the helmet. It was a powerful effect, but not enough to get the boy out of his trance.

Something about those eyes enthralled him. Normal people don't have eyes like those, he thought.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY TERRITORY? SPEAK."

For a few seconds, the boy forgot how to answer, and forgot he was under threat. No longer could he feel the cold blade touching his skin, and no longer could he hear rain and thunder around him. His mind was going somewhere else, but the knight wouldn't have any of that...

"DO NOT IGNORE ME," he said, and his punch was so strong that it made the boy vomit. "ANSWER."

"My name," he quickly started, clenching his stomach with his arms; the movement ripped his shirt, but at that point it was the least of his worries. "My name is Timothy. I don't know how I got to this place, or actually where this place even is."

"THEN WHY DID YOU NOT STOP?"

"What? Why would I stop? You were attacking me!"

"THE FIRST ARROW WAS A WARNING."

"I am sorry for not being an expert in warring tactics, sir! I was scared, I still am."

In response, the knight put his sword away.

"YOU SHOULD HAVE REALIZED NONE OF THE ARROWS HIT YOU."

"I just thought it was hard to hit a moving target."

"NOT FOR ME. BUT IT NO LONGER MATTERS."

"Who are you, then? Why did you put your weapon away?"

"STRONG WORDS COMING FROM A CHILD. DO YOU WISH FOR MY BLADE TO GRAZE YOUR SKIN AGAIN?"

"No! No, sorry. I just don't understand how we are here talking while one second ago we were... you know."

"IT IS SIMPLE. I HAVE REALIZED YOU ARE NO ENEMY, SPY OR OTHERWISE. YOU ARE A NEW DENIZEN OF THIS WORLD."

"This world? You mean, this is another world?"

"YES, TIMOTHY.

WELCOME TO THE PLAYGROUND OF THE GODS.

TERRARIA."