AN: Writing from an airport- woo, on my way to Washington DC. In the meantime, I present you chapter 12.
Chapter 12: Terrible realizations As my consciousness began to trickle back, I felt a pain in my leg. In fact, the rest of my body hurt as well, but the pain in my leg was distinct. I guessed from a quick analysis that at least two bones were broken. I guess that I never did get an easy win.
"Ever." I thought, examining the room I was in. The nurse's room. Again. It reminded me all too much of the eater of worlds fight. I was not wearing my armor, nor did I have my sword, but my leather pouch was still with me. I reached in, and grabbed a healing potion. I sipped it from the bottle, and felt a bit better. I corked it and put the half full bottle back in the pouch. I wondered how it worked. Did it have some sort of magic "bag of holding stuff" spell? Because I could store weapons and tools that were half my size in the bag. It went the same with chests. Not that it mattered. It was a fact of life. And who was I to complain? It was somewhat convenient. Now that I thought about it, everything was rather convenient. Kind of like how Jedi and Sith have lightsabers color coded for your convenience. Except that in Terraria, the cooler something looks makes it more effective. Well, from what I had concluded, this was based off of a video game. It was not quite the same, but I knew that it had many of the elements of The game Terraria. The name was the most obvious part, but it had some other similarities. The guide was a human, not a literal guide book. You started off with a few copper tools- with an unrealistically "bigger on the inside than on the outside" bag. And now hat I thought about it, there were also some differences. I was almost certain that there was no respawn- from what guide had told me of past players. Then, I thought something horrible- you had to kill the guide to advance. As realization struck me, I let out a small choke and desperately tried to think of something else. I hated that cliched moment of horror and realization of a terrible fate. It happens too much. Memories of the game flooded in, and I realized that this was indeed Terraria. But was I part of one of those annoying Terraria self inserts? Where said character was super overpowered (and shamelessly boasted this.) Well, I lacked the latter. Heck, why do you think I wrote this in the first place? Because it had a decent plot that was worth recording. Maybe it will make its way to Some fan-fiction site. But with all these trivial annoyances hanging above me, I could not forget poor guide. He knew.
" Oh god. He knows!" I thought to myself, thinking of how awful it was for him. He had tried to conceal it for some time now. Well, I had to find out somehow. But was I really that surprised? Hadn't I been predicting such the whole time? And then it hit me. Quite literally. A small scrap of paper thrown in through a crack in the door.
"Earth to player!" I heard guide shout.
"Should I tell him I know?" I asked myself, one side screaming yes, but the more rational side shaking its head. I knew that I should wait.
"C- come in" I choked out. I felt awful not telling him. I tried to recall what happened next, but my memories only went to the part where I sacrificed the guide. I did not know what happened next, nor did I really want to. It was all just too much. I wished that I could have learned it all gradually. For the time, I would have to keep the terrible secret to myself. I knew that it would be painful, but I would pull through. Well, would I?
