A/N: This chapter has most likely been edited since you've last seen it. Re-read it! Brand-new reader? Don't worry, I didn't have "limited-time content" in here, or the last chapter. That sort of DLC sucks. I just fixed my "freshman mistakes."

Chapter 2: Another one (Version 2)

Exactly seven days have passed since Mark woke up. In those seven day, Mark had expanded the house into a two-story home complete with two bedrooms. He made an anvil, Heavy Workbench, Sawmill, and loom.

He explored the landscape and had a pretty good idea of where everything is. To the south, there was a land of nothing but red. To the North was a land covered completely in ice. To the west was a great plain dotted with trees. The east held another forest, but with different trees and more vines.

Garret called the southern area The Crimson and warned Mark to never go near there. The eastern forest is specifically called a jungle. When asked what difference there was between a forest and jungle, Garret just said that there were more vines and leafy undergrowth. There were powerful minsters there, though, and Mark shouldn't go there yet.

So how did Mark take these warnings? Like any good protagonist with no brain, he trusted them completely. Seriously, who trusts a guy who just so happens to be there when you wake up with no memories?

Anyways, day seven. Noon. Mark decided to take a walk in the forest. By some coincidence, (or plot convenience?) Mark found himself in the clearing where he first woke up. He was looking up at the trees he first looked at seven days ago, a sense of nostalgia filling his soul, like how sunlight fills a room.

Then he tripped.

And fell.

Flat on his face.

Naomi opened her eyes. She was lying under a tree in a clearing in a dark forest.

Then a large object fell across her chest, driving the wind out of her and stopping my repetitive writing style before it could begin.

When she regained her breath, she pushed the object off of her and rolled to her feet. Then she saw what it was. It was a man. Young... kinda, scrawny... somewhat, and had a very remarkable shade of red hair. He wore a long coat as red as his hair and was clutching his nose in pain.

"Owowowowowowowowowow!" the man was repeatedly saying.

"Well, maybe if you were watching where you were going, you wouldn't be on the ground right now." Naomi looked around. Where am I? she thought. How did I get here? She looked back at this poor excuse for a man. "Hey you. Where am I?"

The man wiped his nose on his sleeve, blood blending perfectly with the fabric. "Huh?"

Great, the first guy I meet is deaf. "I said,'Where am I?' What is this place?"

"Uh... I think this place was called Terraria."

Naomi blinked. The name wasn't ringing any bells.

"It's an island."

Naomi blinked again. This time, it was at the fact that he went from very specific, to not at all. There were millions of islands on the planet.

"I don't know where exactly it is, though."

This guy is useless. She started to walk away. Maybe get out of the forest and find the nearest city.

"Hey, wait!"

She turned around to see the man crashing through the low-hanging branches that... were next to a clear path. "What?" Naomi asked, impatient.

He produced four items: a backpack, a sword, an axe, and a pickaxe; all in an ugly shade of brown. "You left these."

"I've never sen those before, how could they be mine?"

"They're not mine. There's no one else around, so..." He pushed the items into her arms. "By the way, I'm Mark."

Can't argue against that logic, she thought. Even if it comes from a guy like Mark. She continued walking.

"Wait!"

"What?!" This guy is persistent

"Where are you going?"

"Off to find other people." She continued walking. Again.

"But, there's no one that way!"

Naomi stopped, turned, and stomped right up to Mark. "Okay, red-nose, where is the nearest city?"

" 'Red-nose'?" Mark touched his nose and his fingers came away with congealed blood. "Oh." Indeed, his nose was red.

"Answer my question!"

"Ah! Uh, well, um... there are no cities nearby."

...

...

"What?" Naomi asked.

"Uh, there are no cities on this island... as far as I can tell."

The idea of not a single city on this island astounded her. Then again, she hasn't seen past this forest, so it might be a lot smaller than she expect. "So, where do you live?"

"I uh, live with this other guy over that way." He pointed in the opposite direction of where Naomi was walking. "It's just us two. Has been for a week."

"Where were you before that?"

Mark thought about it for a moment. "I don't know. The first thing I can remember was waking up right where you were."

Mark continued his story of what happened in the past week, and I will not bore you guys by restating this first part of the chapter.

"Don't you find it a little bit suspicious that someone was there at the exact moment when you woke up in a strange place?" Naomi asked when he was done.

"He saved me from a Slime." Mark said, as if that explained everything.

This guy is waaay too trusting. I'll keep this Garret person at arms-length. Mark too, but he seems too dumb to be plotting anything.

"So, you want to come live with us?" Mark asked. "We have plenty of space, and building another house isn't too difficult."

"In what, six hours?"

Mark chuckled. "I said the same thing a week ago." he said, as he got up to leave. "Come on!" He bounded off into the forest, this time, following a path clear of low branches.

Naomi sighed. It's not like I have any better options. She followed Mark.

"Hi, I'm Garret!"

Mark, Naomi, and... Garret were standing in the dining room of a house at the edge of the forest. Well, Mark and Naomi were standing. Garret was sitting.

"I found Naomi where you found me a week ago!" Mark said.

"Really? So, your name is Naomi?"

"Yeah." Naomi said. He seems friendly enough.

"Welcome to the island of Terraria, enjoy your stay, yadda yadda yadda, so on and so forth." Okaay, he's not as friendly as I thought. Maybe he's just tired.

"So, where am I going to stay?"

"How about that house we just built for The Merchant?" Mark offered.

"The Merchant?" Naomi didn't recognize the title.

"An old friend of mine. He recently found out that I was here and wanted to live here as well." said Garret. "And actually, I'll go there."

"You sure?" Mark asked.

"Yeah. I got nothing up there anyways, so moving will be easy."

"Alright. Good night." Garret left. "Alright, I'll show you which room's yours." Mark went upstairs. Naomi, of course, followed.

Her room consisted of a chest, a torch on the wall, and a bed.

"Wow, nice interior design." Naomi said sarcastically.

"Well, I don't have anything better to put here."

"You did fine with what you had."

"Uh, thanks. Well, uh, good night." Mark went to his own room.

As soon as he was gone, Naomi wedged her pickaxe under the doorknob and fell reluctantly into sleep.