Selio grunted, sweat pouring down his frame as he worked in the hot sun. Work time may be faster in Terraria, but that didn't make the work any easier. They had decided that instead of making any more shacks they'd just add on to the one they already had. It had taken him approximately five hours to build the one, and everything in it, yesterday. Since this time he already knew what he was doing, and didn't need to make as many walls and chairs, it should take him around three to four ours for each, around six to eight hours in total. As he worked, Logan sat atop the original shack, sniping slimes off with his bow. Lucania had found a use for her sword, and was currently taking her frustrations out on a yet to be felled tree. Lucania took a break from her tree hacking to turn and give a look at Selio.

"Dude, you know it's like a hundred degrees out here, right?" Lucania asked the silver haired teen. Selio left his ax in the tree while he turned around to return her look.

"Well yeah, why?" Selio asked, wiping sweat from his forehead.

"You're wearing a coat," She stated, gesturing to the young man's clothes. Selio looked at himself, noticing that he was in fact wearing a coat.

"So I am, what of it?" Lucania gave him a blank stare.

"You're going to have a heatstroke. Take off the coat!" Lucania yelled at him.

"No! I've known you guys for like a day, I'm not taking off any of my clothes in front of you!" Selio yelled, tugging on his lapels for emphasis.

"Why not? It's just a jacket! Logan, take off your shirt!" The Guide turned around from his post on the roof and raised an eyebrow at her.

"No?" He said simply. Lucania scoffed.

"Fine, what if I take off my shirt first?" She suggested, grabbing the bottom of her shirt.

"No!" Logan and Selio yelled simultaneously, both stunned at the girl's brazen attitude.

"God dammit Selio if you die my room will never be finished, take the damn coat off!" She yelled. A couple of minutes later found Lucania attached to Selio's back attempting to pull his coat off while Selio wildly waved a stick around trying to knock her off.

"Uh, guys, someone is coming," Logan stated. Selio and Lucania stopped their attack on each other to look up at the Guide.

"You mean like a zombie? I thought you said that they only came out during night?" Selio asked. If zombies started coming out during the day it would be detrimental to their productivity.

"No, no. I think it's an actual person," Logan said. Selio and Lucania paused for a second before Selio threw Lucania off of his back and they both scampered around to the other side of their under-construction shack house. They saw an elderly man approaching with a somewhat lost look on his face. He waved at the trio and they awkwardly waved back with apprehensive looks on their faces. He donned a pair of worn jeans and a long brown coat that drifted along the ground. He had a bushy white beard that fell all the way down to his upper abdomen. A hat that looked like it belonged to a newsboy sat on his head of thinning white hair. At that moment, all three wondered why they knew what a newsboy's hat looked like, or even really what a newsboy was.

"Hello, younglings!" The old man exclaimed once he finally reached them. The three exchanged a glance and looked back at the man. They had absolutely no idea where he'd come from, which could be either a good or a bad thing depending on how the situation played out.

"Uh, hi," Lucania said unsurely. The man seemed nice enough, but so do slimes until they jump on your face and burn it off of your skull.

"Would you like to buy some goodies?" The old man asked as he opened his coat revealing an abundance of items such as shuriken, rope, arrows, some glass bottles filled with blue and red liquids, and a sickle among many other things. All three of them eyed the man suspiciously.

"Who are you?" Selio asked. The old man smiled at him.

"Why my name is Frederick, I am the Merchant," Frederick replied. Selio narrowed his eyes at that. It was too similar to the way Logan had replied to the same question just yesterday. The Guide, the Merchant, someone was sending them here on purpose. For what, to help them? A merchant for supplies, a guide for information, they couldn't have been sent here with ill will. Neither of them seemed malicious or like they wanted to hurt anyone. First someone had dumped them on an island of horrors but now they were sending them help. It didn't seem right.

"Where are you from?" Lucania asked.

"I believe any more information warrants payment! Buy some items, then we'll talk," Frederick bargained. Lucania mumbled something under her breath along the lines of, "How am I s'posed to have any fuckin' money," Frederick simply stood there with an outstretched hand and a smile on his face. Selio placed a silver coin in the palm of the elderly man's hand.

"What'll this get me?" He asked. Logan and Lucania eyed him clearly asking how he'd managed to acquire currency. "I picked up some coins from some of the slimes I killed while working yesterday, figured they had to be worth something," Selio shrugged. Frederick pocketed the coin and placed six shuriken and two wooden arrows in Selio's hand. The teenager nodded in satisfaction, pocketing the shuriken and throwing the arrows up to Logan, who placed them in the quiver he'd had Selio make earlier. "So?"

"I am from across the seas!" Frederick exclaimed brightly, still smiling. The three stared at him blankly.

"And, uh, where across the seas, exactly?" Lucania asked, sincerely hoping that what at first seemed like a liable source of information wasn't just a senile old man. Frederick faltered, and frowned.

"Well... oh dear. It seems that I can't quite recall. That is quite concerning," Frederick frowned, racking his brain for information.

"Do you know how you got here, or why you came?" Logan asked. Frederick scratched his face in thought.

"Well I set sail to sell all this jun – I mean treasures! To sell all these treasures I've acquired. Well I believe I came on a boat of some sort, but I'm not sure," Frederick answered, obviously disturbed by his lack of memory. "Oh dear, my memory must be going with my old age..." The elderly merchant said sadly. Logan shook his head.

"I do not believe that is it, Mr. Frederick," Logan assured the man. Frederick looked up at the Guide in question. "It's this island, it's affected all of us. None of us three can remember where we are from or why we are here or really much anything about ourselves," As Logan explained Frederick's face lifted at least knowing that he wasn't losing his memory because of his age, "Now Mr. Frederick, which direction do you believe you arrived from?" Logan asked. Frederick looked around and pointed in the direction of the arctic biome. Selio snorted.

"Guess I'll need that coat after all, huh?" Selio snarked at Lucania who sneered at him in return. Selio caught on to the drift of Logan's questions, "So tomorrow me and Logan will head through the arctic to the beach and see if we can find Frederick's boat," Selio supplied. Lucania swung around to give him a look.

"Oh yeah? Why you and Logan and not me and Frederick? After all don't you think Frederick would know where his boat is?" Lucania asked. Selio shrugged at her.

"I, uh, I don't think Frederick remembers where his boat is," Frederick shook his head sadly, "Besides, Logan's got his helpful Guide info that'll help us learn more about any enemies and the land and I," Selio took a pause, and pulled at his coat, "Have a coat," Lucania looked at him like he was an inmate that was stuck in between the cell bars because they tried to force themselves through them.

"Okay, give me the coat," Lucania said. Selio looked at her like she was the inmate's cellmate that had repeatedly shanked the inmate in the thigh while he was stuck in between the cell bars.

"Um, no. It's my coat." Selio stated. Lucania let out a huff and sneered at him.

"Ugh, you're impossible," Lucania said, "Anyways, why not go today?"

"Selio has to finish getting the rooms ready for everybody before nightfall," Logan explained. Lucania nodded in understanding. Selio scratched his head.

"I think I can still get two done but that's about it," Selio looked up at Logan, "Sorry bud, you 'n me will have to bunk again," Logan merely shrugged and lifted up his bow to pick off another slime. Selio smiled and went back to work.


The Next Day

Selio adjusted the backpack that Frederick had... pulled out of his backpack. It contained some basic supplies, sticks and gel for torches, some provisions, a tarp to make a tent, etc. Logan donned the Merchant's coat who insisted he take it, stating that it was too hot in the forest anyways, and that he'd need it heading into the snowy biome. They thanked the Merchant and set off. Lucania said nothing to them as she was still asleep, they wanted to set off as early as they could so they didn't get caught in nightfall. As they bounded off to the edge of the forest, they could see the snowy land in sight.

"So, Logan, there any enemies I need to worry about here?" Selio asked as they crossed biomes. He faltered at the sudden drop in temperature, wondering how it was even possible for the two biomes to exist side by side like this.

"Not much, just slimes. Though they are a different variety, ah 'ice slimes' if you would. They are not acidic but rather freeze your skin to subzero temperatures which can be detrimental; it can cause hypothermia and in severe cases the loss of limbs." Logan explained absentmindedly. Selio nodded and looked down at his arm, imagining it no longer being there.

"Yeah I'll avoid touching the little dudes," Selio said, patting on his arm.

"Wise," Logan said, a bit sarcastically, "Here comes one now," He said as an icy blue slime speckled with snow bounced towards them. Selio dodged its bounce and whipped his sword out, slamming it down into the slime. He heard a slight 'crunch' as the sword broke through a thin layer of ice to slice through the gooey interior below. Selio nodded and smiled at his work.

"So nothing else out here?" Selio asked. He really didn't want to be caught off guard if a Yeti appeared over the horizon and charged them.

"Some penguins, but they aren't hostile. Same old zombies during the night," Logan explained. Selio brightened at the thought of penguins.

"So no demon eyes?" Selio asked, dragging his feet through the snow.

"No, the cold temperatures would freeze their corneas," Selio nodded in understanding.

"So how much farther you think we got?" Selio asked as he cracked open another ice slime.

"Honestly? No idea," Logan admitted.

Some hours later, they saw the sandy beaches in their sights, the palm trees towering over their heads.

"Alright man, the beach!" Selio laughed as he dragged his fingers through the sand. He didn't think that he'd ever actually been to a beach before, though he couldn't be for certain. It was just a feeling.

"Selio, there is a child sleeping in the sand," Logan stated worriedly. Selio, caught up in the thrill of the new environment as he played in the sand like a five year old, didn't pay the statement much mind.

"Hah, funny joke man! Didn't take you much for the joking type!" Selio laughed as he sprinkled sand over his pants.

"That's because I'm not," Logan told him firmly. Selio stopped for a second to let that sink in, then followed his friend's line of sight.

"Dear lord, there's a kid sleeping in the sand," The silver haired teen said in shock, scrambling out of the sand.

"Yeah," Logan voiced, not entirely sure what to do. Selio took action and scampered over to the kid to check his breathing to make sure he was in fact sleeping and not... anything else. Selio sighed in relief once he found that the child's breathing was steady, and he was in fact just asleep. He lightly smacked the kid on the face, "Hey kid, wake up!" Selio urged. The child blinked his eyes open.

"Who're you?" He asked groggily.

"I'm Selio, that's Logan," Selio answered, jabbing his thumb over in Logan's direction. The child didn't bother to look in Logan's direction. The child stood up and shook the sand off of his back, "Why were you sleeping in the sand?" Selio asked.

"I was tired," He answered simply.

"Where are your parents?"

"Don't got none," The boy answered sadly, a frown on his face. Selio gave him an empathetic look.

"What's your name? And your age?" Selio asked, continuing his barrage of questions.

"My name is Grayson, I'm the Angler! I'm ten 'n a half," Grayson told him. At the name Grayson, Selio got an odd image of a masked man wearing spandex with a blue symbol on his chest in his head. A confused look plastered itself on his face, and he shook the image away. Something else caught Selio's ear, though. It was another title, the Angler. Selio took notice of the boy's clothes, a fishing hat and fishing vest over dark blue jeans and a blue long sleeve shirt. Selio sighed, even this ten year old kid was part of this entire thing, it bothered him.

"Why're you asking so many question?" Grayson asked.

"Sorry kiddo, it's just that, well, you're only ten-" Grayson cut Selio off.

"Ten 'n a half," The young Angler corrected him.

"Right, ten and a half," Selio assured him, "You can't be out here by yourself, you're too young and it's dangerous," Selio explained to him.

"Oh yeah? What's so dangerous about it?" Grayson asked, puffing up his chest. Logan walked forwards. He shoved his hand into Selio's pack and pulled out a scrap of meat. He turned around and chucked the meat over the ocean. After flying out a short bit, a shark erupted from the water, snapping the meat into his jaws. Grayson's eyes widened, "Oh," He mumbled. "Well that's out in the ocean! I ain't goin' wandering out there anyways!" Grayson exclaimed. The Guide nodded in understanding. He picked a stick up off of the beach.

"You see that thing over there?" Logan asked, pointing the stick at a green slime. Grayson nodded.

"Yeah, that thing don't look so bad," The young boy said confidently. Logan waited for it to hop towards them and held the stick down on top of the slime. Grayson watched as the wood sizzled and was eaten away. The little boy didn't look particularly happy about this development. Selio pulled out his sword and cut the slime in two. "Why didn't it melt your sword?" He asked.

"The acid they're coated in isn't strong enough to corrode metal," Logan said. Grayson looked at him, confused.

"They ain't strong enough," Selio supplied. Grayson nodded, "Plus they're not all, worse things come out at night," Selio explained.

"So, Grayson, would you like to come back with us when we're done?" Logan asked the boy. He frowned.

"Yeah, I guess..." Grayson muttered. Logan smiled.

"Good, now we gotta get on looking for that boat, Logan," Selio told his friend, walking forwards to observe the ocean. Grayson smiled a small, devilish smile behind them.

"I've seen a boat!" The Angler exclaimed. Logan and Selio looked back at him in surprise.

"Really?" Selio asked.

"Yup! But I'll only tell you if," Grayson paused. Logan and Selio leaned in, "You catch me a fish!" He exclaimed. Selio deadpanned and Logan didn't falter.

"Why?" Selio asked.

"Cause I wanna fish," Grayson replied shortlly.

"Why can't you catch it yourself? You're the Angler,"

"I don't wanna catch it. I want you to catch it, and I'm the one who knows bout the boat," Grayson bargained, holding out a fishing pole and a tackle box. Selio scowled for a minute before snagging the fishing pole out of the kid's hands and taking the tackle box. He sat by the shore, baited the hook, casted the line, and muttered something about 'stupid kids' and 'god damn fish'. Logan just nodded and laid back on a palm tree to grab some shut eye.


Many Hours Later...

"AHA!" Selio roared as a ripped the line from the water and caught the struggling fish in his right hand. He stomped, well as much as you could call stomping in sand, over to Grayson and shoving the fish into his hands. The boy looked surprised but accepted the fish nonetheless. He tucked it away into one of his vest pockets, Selio could care less as to why, "Tell me about the boat!" Selio demanded. Logan awoke from his slumber and dragged himself on over to observe the commotion. Grayson looked the older boy in the eyes, and said honestly,

"I never saw a boat, but I got a fish!" Grayson exclaimed happily, his con having worked on the teenager. For a second, Selio looked emotionless. Completely and utterly depraved of hope and happiness. Then a fire lit in his eyes.

"YOU LITTLE SHIIIIIIII-" Logan clamped his hands over his friend's mouth before his roar of anger awakened a slumbering god. After a couple of minutes of muffled screaming into Logan's hand, Selio calmed down, looking rather defeated. "Whatever, let's just go," Selio muttered. After a bit of walking, they ventured back in to the arctic area.

"I'm cold!" Grayson whined, not used to anything besides the tropic weather. Selio looked down at the boy, and rather than saying anything about it, he pulled his coat off and threw it on to the boy. Logan raised an eye, considering how much unwilling he'd been to give up his coat the other day. He pulled a blanket out of the pack and wrapped it around himself as a substitute form of warmth. Grayson looked at him, slightly confused. He'd never really had anyone be nice to him. In fact, he didn't think he'd had anyone be anything to him at all. He decided to keep his thoughts to himself as they trudged through the snow. Deep in thought, he bumped into Selio, who had stopped because Logan had stopped in front of him.

"What's the big deal, Logan?" Selio grumbled at the older teenager. Logan shakily pointed a finger at the darkening sky.

"We're not going to make it back before nightfall,"