Selio groaned as he opened his eyes, finding it strange what they saw. A blue sky with wispy clouds floating across it sat above him. It sure wasn't, well, he honestly wasn't sure where he was before, only that it wasn't here. Thinking of it, he couldn't remember much at all, only his name and his age. His name was Selio, and he was 17 years old. He furrowed his eyebrows and thought hard, but he couldn't come up with anything else. Being in an unknown location and with most of his memories missing was extremely concerning to him. As he sat up, an aching pain shot through his head, and a voice roared to life.
Welcome to Terraria!
"Gah! What the hell? What the fuck is Terraria?" Selio shouted angrily, clutching his head in agony.
"The land you sit upon, this horrific land, is Terraria," A voice from behind him stated. Selio scrambled to his feet and turned around with his fists raised. He hadn't actually been expecting an answer. In front of him stood a male that looked to be around the same age as him. He had an amiable face and dirty blonde hair that hung just below his eyebrows. His jeans and gray dress shirt were stained with dirt and a shallow cut ran along his face. Selio regarded him with his guard raised.
"Who are you?!" Selio all but yelled at him. The dirtied teen backed up and frowned, eyebrows raised in alarm.
"My name is Logan. I'm the Guide," He said matter of factly.
"The Guide? The Guide to what?" Selio asked, slightly more calmly.
"Terraria's Guide, your guide too I suppose, considering you were sent here with a sword and all I got was this shoddy bow," Logan explained, half-interested, as he held up a wooden bow.
"A sword?" Selio looked down, finally taking note of his own attire. He wore jeans and a green t-shirt, which was unsurprising as that's what he usually wore. Hey! Something else he remembered, too bad it was absolutely useless. He also wore an odd gray coat that hung down to his thighs. Indeed, there was a sword as well, that hung from his left hip in a leather scabbard. On his right hip there also hung an ax and a pickaxe. He pulled the sword from its scabbard and examined it. "Is this copper?" He asked Logan. The Guide eyed it and nodded. "And it's real?"
"Well I assume so but I'd rather you not start swinging it around near me," Logan stated sarcastically. He also put a few inches between himself and Selio, just in case.
"Wait, so if you're the Guide, are you from here?" Selio wanted some answers and he was determined to get them.
"No, though I can see why you'd think that. I only arrived here a day earlier, barely survived the night in fact. I woke up here yesterday just as confused as you, but suddenly I was barraged with tons of knowledge about this place. I can't recall it all on demand though, and even with all that knowledge I still don't really know what Terraria is," Logan explained thoroughly. Selio sighed and scratched the back of his head, finding more hair there than he thought there should be. At this realization, his hair fell down past his jaw and hung in front of his right eye.
"Silver? That isn't my hair color, and why is it so long?" Selio groaned and pulled at his hair, which was indeed real and very much silver.
"What color is your hair supposed to be?" Logan asked.
"I-I don't know actually..." He muttered, "but it's not this!" Waking up in a strange land with no memories and a random person claiming to be its guide was one thing, but having silver hair had managed to push poor Selio past his breaking point. In a few seconds, Selio was back on the ground screaming at the sky and intermittently yelling, "Give me back my fucking memories!" His prayers were not answered, and he was left to scream. Logan looked down at him with disinterest, waiting for him to give up. Eventually Selio ran out of both the oxygen and the energy to continue his screamathon and ended up laying on the ground with an angry expression inscribed on his face.
"So, what exactly do you know about yourself?" Logan asked, showing the first bit of interest Selio had seen from him since he'd awoken.
"My name is Selio, I'm seventeen, I wear a lot of jeans and green t-shirts I think, I'm not supposed to be here, and I' fairly certain I'm not supposed to have long silver hair," The now silver-haired teenager explained. Logan simply nodded, "What do you know about yourself?" Selio pointed the question at the Guide.
"My name is Logan, I'm eighteen years old, and I, evidently, am the Guide of Terraria," Logan said, quite nonchalant about his lack of self information. Selio chuckled.
"I guess you're less in the know about yourself than I am about me," Selio sighed and stood up, "Well Logan, as long as we're both stuck here, memoryless, that's probably not a word... we should work together," Selio smiled and held out his hand. Logan raised his eyebrow but couldn't help to let out a slight smile as well. He grasped Selio's hand and shook it.
"Well, I am your Guide after all," Logan reasoned, "Hers too, I suppose," Selio blinked.
"What?" Selio asked, hoping that his one source of information wasn't insane and delusional. Logan turned around and gestured to the human body that was passed out on the ground a couple of feet away from them. Selio was less surprised to see the unconscious female on the ground, and more surprised that he hadn't taken any notice of her. "Has... has she been here the whole time?" He asked.
"She appeared there a couple hours after you appeared there," Logan pointed at the spot Selio had woken up from. Selio frowned.
"How long had I been there?" Logan simply shrugged.
"Seven hours maybe?" He explained, "I turned around and you were just, there," Selio nodded, a bemused look on his face.
"So what do you think we need to do right now?" Selio inquiried, surveying the area.
"Build shelter, quickly," Logan answered off the bat. "I'm wasn't kidding when I said I barely survived the night. There were zombies, I had to shoot them down from a tree. That was also difficult considering that there were flying eyeballs attacking me," Selio's eyes widened, realizing from Logan's face and tone that he wasn't joking. Considering it, he didn't think Logan was really the type to joke about anything from what he'd seen so far.
"Then what comes out during the day?" Selio asked, now very worried.
"Just those," Logan said, pointing at an odd green lump that was bouncing around, "I believe they're called slimes, those are just the ones native to this terrain," Selio grew interested as the green slime jumped closer towards them.
"Are they even dangerous? Looks pretty harmless to me," Selio suggested, holding his hand out as the green lump moved closer towards them.
"They can jump very high and have an acidic coating, though once killed I believe they become harmless gel," Logan informed him with his Guide info, barely even noticing the words coming out of his mouth himself.
"Acidic...?" Selio muttered, then he yelped as the slime jumped eight feet in the air and aimed for his face. The frightened teenager scrambled to the side and ripped his sword from its scabbard. Once the slime leaped for him again, he ran underneath of it, sword raised, and managed to slice the unintelligent mound of goop in half. He breathed a sigh of relief once he saw the pile of goo lying on the ground.
"Grab some of that, it's flammable, we can use it to make torches," Logan told him. Selio scooped up the gel, and dumped it into Logan's hands. Logan did not look particularly pleased with this, but he didn't complain. Selio unclipped the copper ax from his pants and held it in his hands.
"I'm going to get some wood so we can try to build some shelter," He said excitedly. Logan was not exactly thrilled to see the combination of Selio's crazed grin and his brandished ax.
Hours had passed and they had managed to build a fifteen by fifteen foot shack, two chairs, a table, a door, a couple of torches, and a wooden platform to keep the still unconscious girl on. Selio and Logan sat in their chairs as the sun slowly crept below the horizon, quite perplexed.
"Does it feel like that should've taken way longer?" Selio asked, staring into the torch's fire. Logan nodded.
"There must be some difference between here and wherever we originally hail from. We could be stronger, the trees weaker, the metal stronger, some sort of odd time difference. Do you believe you knew how to build a stable structure or craft chairs before today?" Logan asked, trying to come up with a logical answer.
"I remember about as much as I do when I woke up, but I do not think I could do those things," Selio answered. Logan nodded and sighed.
"I suppose it doesn't really matter. If anything it's more of an advantage. I don't have to fend off those damned zombies," Logan reasoned, tracing the cut that ran across his cheek.
"A zombie do that to you?" Selio asked. Logan slightly grimaced and bit his lip.
"Ah, no. A tree branch actually," He admitted. Selio nodded with a mocking grin on his face.
"So these zombies and flying eyes just appear at night, no sight of them during the day?" Selio questioned. The combination of both undead creatures and flying eyeballs wasn't exactly enticing to him.
"I believe they are called demon eyes and yes it seems that way," Logan answered. They sat there in silence for a few minutes until they heard a groan. Selio readied his sword, believing a zombie was ready to break down the door and tear off his face. The groan did not, in fact, come from a zombie, but instead from the unconscious human that occupied the shoddy wooden platform.
"What... the fuck... is Terraria?" She asked nobody in particular, sounding very tired and confused. It was reasonable, she had been sleeping approximately ten hours and had woken up to a voice screaming greetings in her head.
"This, the fuck, is Terraria," Selio explained without great context. At this, the girl's eyes snapped open, and she backed up against the wall staring at them in fright.
"Who the fuck are you?!" She screamed at them in a very similar way to how Selio had screamed at Logan.
"Friends!" Selio said. Logan frowned at his choice of explanation, but shrugged and went along with it anyways. The girl gave them one good look, and then decided to jump from the platform and sprint for the door, ignoring the shouts of, "There's zombies out there!" She swung the door open, and immediately stopped there. In front of her stood a walking, undead corpse with half of its face falling off. It groaned something that was probably the zombie-speak equivalent of, "I'm going to eat your face to compensate for the one that's falling off of my head," The girl did not take this very well. She screamed a scream so loud that a demon eye became confused and impaled itself on a tree branch. The door was slammed shut, and the girl turned around with a face that told them she was looking for answers.
"Where the fuck am I?!" She demanded. Selio raised his hands in surrender, and nodded.
"This is Terraria, as I'm sure a very loud voice in your head told you," Selio began.
"We are not entirely sure why or how we are here, but it sucks," Logan continued.
"Acidic slime attacks during the day, and zombies and flying eyeballs attack during the night," Selio frowned, still trying to wipe dried gel off of his sword.
"Seeing what happened with us two, you probably don't remember much of anything," Logan finished. The girl looked at the two like they were the zombie that just tried to eat her face, but once she tried to recall her memories, the very minimal would come to her.
"So whatcha got for us?" Selio asked. She considered her options. Seeing as there was a horrifying zombie right outside the door, what they were saying had to be true. She decided to take the two strange guys in front of her instead of the flesh eating jerkholes outside.
"My name... is Lucania, I am seventeen years old, and this is some seriously fucked up shit," Lucania told them. Selio and Logan nodded and gave them their little info as well. Hearing Selio's comments about his appearance, she decided to check her own attire as well. She had on a pair of tight denim capris and a black t-shirt with a red heart on her chest. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail with a bang hanging across her face, a brown bang. Her hair was brown. "And my hair is supposed to be blue! Well, technically it's supposed to be blonde, but I dyed it blue! And it was only shoulder length! Ugh," She complained, sliding down against the wooden wall.
"Hey! You remember your hair color! I can't. I just know it's not supposed to be silver. This is weird!" He explained, holding a clump of his long silver hair in his hand. Lucania also had a sword, pickaxe, and ax similar to Selio's, but the material seemed to be tin rather than copper. Lucania regarded the sword, and considered whipping it out and stabbing herself with it, but ultimately decided to keep it where it was. "So, Logan, is there anything you can tell us about Terraria's environment?" Selio had been asking questions for the past couple of hours with Logan's hidden Guide knowledge occasionally spitting out answers for him.
"Yes, actually. Terraria's land is quite strange with how so many biomes can coexist side by side with no repercussions. We currently reside in the forest biome, I believe it is the least dangerous of them. There is a jungle to our north, the arctic to our south, the desert is to our east and the... corruption to our west. It is all surrounded by a beach with an ocean that seems not to lead to anywhere discernible. I guess that makes us a large island. Underground there are also a few odd places that I cannot seem to recall at the moment," Logan explained.
"Wow, that's insane," Was all that Selio managed to say. Lucania's mind caught something there, though.
"What is the corruption?" She asked with concern. Logan furrowed his eyebrows and thought.
"I'm getting some... purple? It seems to be pretty much what it sounds like, a corrupted land. It must have originally been like one of the other biomes but something has taken it over. There are monsters there far worse than what we've seen: Eaters of Souls, Devourers, and something else..." Logan's eyes suddenly widened and he grabbed his head in pain. Selio caught him as the Guide fell out of his chair.
"Logan! Are you okay?" Selio asked worriedly. Logan nodded and pulled himself back into his seat faintly.
"It's just, I saw something great and powerful, something we cannot beat, at least not right now." The Guide explained.
"And that thing is out there? In the corruption?" Lucania asked, fear in her ethereal green eyes.
"No. Not naturally, it has to be summoned forth, but I cannot remember how," Logan explained as color returned to his face.
"Why in the hell would we even do that?" Selio asked, bewildered.
"I'm not sure, but I do know that as long as it exists we are not safe, and the corruption remains," Logan rubbed at his temples and sighed, "No more questions for tonight please, it is somewhat taxing on me, it seems," Logan told them, falling asleep in his chair seconds later. Lucania and Selio sat there for a few minutes longer, taking the information in.
"So you built all of this stuff?" Lucania asked, gesturing to everything that currently resided inside the wood shack.
"Yeah, somehow," Selio answered with a shrug. He wasn't exactly sure how he'd done it. He threw together a work bench outside and suddenly everything just came to him.
"Well you better get to work as soon as the sun comes up and those zombies clear out because I'm not spending another night in the same room as you two losers," Lucania informed him, feigning disgust. Selio merely snorted and rolled his eyes as he nodded off in his chair as well
Well, I guess this isn't my usual MO, anyone waiting for an update on TEPtR or TFR are probably a bit pissed at me, I understand. I'll be trying to get some writing in while I'm off for the summer. This was originally going to be a comic, but while I hone my drawing skills a bit I decided to turn the project to word format first. This story probably won't get much attention, really ain't much Terraria fanfiction on ole , but I really want to write so don't hate me please? If anyone wants I'll try to get up some drawings of Selio and Lucania I've done. Have a nice day buds. Starting Chapter 2 Right away.