AN-Goblins, goblins everywhere!

Asher: That…doesn't sound good…

Magma: Also an arms dealer!

Faye: What?

Reginald: Magma does not own Terraria. Any references to movies, games, products, TV shows, etc. are also not owned by Magma. Any dialog/events/characters that are not canon belong to Magma. No copy write is intended.


The Goblin Invasion

"So what're you going to make with the meteorite ore first?" Asher asked Sarid, who was checking to ensure that she had everything she needed before heading off.

"I'm not sure…Armor, I suppose." Sarid said, pulling her pack on. "But still, I need to get there first."

"Alright. Travel safely!" Asher told her, Sarid starting off, when the two heard a noise.

It was loud POW followed by a streaking wheeee, both turning head to see a blue flare in the sky.

"…Sinbad?" Sarid asked. "He's come early."

"You gave him a flare gun?" Asher asked.

"Yes. I have no use for it." Sarid told him. "Well, I'll go see to them, then investigate the crash site…"

"Still, travel safely!" Asher told her, Sarid starting on her way.

Upon arriving at the dock, the Paranjay was docked and unloading, another cart and horse having crates loaded into it.

"Ahoy, laddie!" Sinbad called, Sarid walking down the dock.

"Good day, Sinbad." She told him, he getting a grim look.

"'Friad me's got sum bad news fer ye, laddie." He said, Sarid blinking.

"What's wrong?" She asked, Sinbad taking out a scrap of a sail, holding it out.

"This be Goblin-make, laddie." He explained. "Found it 'bout three miles f'om heere."

"I see…I'll take the necessary precautions for an invasion." Sarid replied. "Thank you for notifying me."

"Not'a problum, laddie." He said. "An' ye got'a 'nother new feller movin' in." The captain pointed, Sarid turning to see a man swaggering down the gangplank.

His skin was dark brown and his hair was black, his eyes the same color. His long-tailed was a tin color, his pants blue and shoes black. He wore a white dress shirt with the top buttons undone, a gold chain and medallion in place of a tie, and a red-grey vest with black pinstripes. Atop his head was black hat with a white band.

"Heeey!" He said, lifting his hat. "Name's Reginald, need a gun? You see me, pal."

"…" Sarid blinked. "Well…You may choose one of the homes in the settlement to live in."

"Great! When can we go?"

"As soon as your cart is ready."

"Good." Reginald said, a cocky smirk on his face. "By the way…any girls there?"

"I'm going to ignore that, and you're going to not speak in such a way again." Sarid told him, Reginald blinking with surprise. "If you wish to stay here, you will act like a decent person. Am I understood?"

"…" Reginald blinked again, feeling as if the emotionless look in Sarid's eyes and how the pupils held no soul was slowly sucking him into an unescapable void. "…Uh…yes?"

"Good." Sarid told him, then looking back at Sinbad. "Is there anything else?"

"Oh yeah, PAYO!" Sinbad called, Payo coming down the gangplank, carrying several envelopes.

"These are fer the people in yer settlement, Mr. Sarid." Payo told her, handing them to her. "One's fer Miss Hannah, there's two for Mr. Mortimer, one for Asher, two fer a Miss Faye and one for you."

"Ah…thank you." Sarid told him, giving him some coin in exchange. "I'd best get back, I need to prepare for a possible invasion."

"Stay safe, laddie." Sinbad told her, Sarid nodding.

"May the winds sail you safely." She said, then walking back down the dock. "Come along, Reginald."

"Alright, boys! Let's get ready to sail!" Sinbad called, the men scrambling around to do so.

"Let's go!" Reginald said, climbing up into the driver's seat of his cart, Sarid sitting on the top of the crates, Reginald whipping the reins and starting towards the settlement.

They arrived, Sarid telling Reginald to stop in the town square, Sarid standing up.

"Everyone!" She yelled, then waiting a minute, so everyone was gathered around the cart. "I have received news of a possible invasion. All of you are to barricade your doors and stay in the second floor of your home until it has passed. Asher, go get the horses and put them into the stable. Danel, Leo, help Reginald get everything into his home, and Durim, I need grenades."

Everyone scrambled to do what Sarid had told them to, Asher running to the stable Sarid had built that housed the horses – now five of them. After Reginald was moved in, his horse and cart were taken to the stables, Sarid retrieving the grenades from Durim and then doing a sweep of the town to ensure that everyone had done what he had told them to.

Then she waited.

She walked the streets and listened for anything, but received nothing. Not a chirp from a bird or any other animal.

Pef.

What? Sarid turned around, seeing what had caused the noise.

There, standing a few yards away was a goblin.

It wore a grey robe with no sleeves, and its skin was a yellow-green color, beady eyes a red color with yellow sclera. Its ears and nose were pointed, and it sneered, showing yellowed, pointy teeth.

It then raised its hands, blasting a bolt of purple energy at Sarid, who jumped out of the line of fire, and then charged towards the creature, drawing Tomoya from the sheath, and impaling the goblin sorcerer on the blade, then drawing back and spinning, slicing the neck.

She was struck from the side, throwing her into the wall of a vacant house, then hitting the ground. Pain ached in her back and she shook her head, then opened her eyes in time to see another goblin jumping at her, fists raised to attack.

Rolling, Sarid dodged the attack, and rolled up onto her feet, then jumped and sliced her sword into the Goblin Warrior, which roared in pain.

The same feeling erupted in Sarid shoulder, making her yell and grab her shoulder, jumping away from the Goblin Warrior. Looking, she saw an arrow jutting from her skin, and a Goblin Archer aiming another arrow at her.

She jumped in time to avoid it, Sarid taking out a grenade and throwing it, the explosion taking out the archer.

Then came the swarm.

More sorcerers, warriors, archers, as well as peons and thieves appeared, Sarid in the archer's sights and the sorcerer's casting their purple bolts, one striking Sarid, knocking her to the ground and burning her side.

She forced herself to her feet, seeing an opening, which she took, running through the goblins, who jumped and attempted attacks, one thief grabbing Sarid's injured shoulder, earning it a stab in the stomach.

While the roads were in much better condition, the water was still there, Sarid unsure what to do with it, so at the end of the east and west roads, there was large pools of water.

Sarid ran down the east road, and leapt over the pool of water, able to land on the other side, due to item she had found called "Cloud in a Bottle". She turned around, then threw more grenades, the goblin army still running toward her, when she noticed something.

They couldn't climb out of the pool.

The army was charging at her and jumping, but they still landed in the water and were unable to get out.

"…" Sarid blinked, realizing just how easy this had become.

Taking out more grenades, she threw them into the water, they exploding and killing the goblins. It went well until she remembered the archers and sorcerers, who still attacked with ease.

Drawing Tomoya, Sarid ran around the pool of water, dodging arrows and stabbing one archer, then spinning around and slicing another. As it fell, she saw a round, dark object fall from its pocket, covered in spikes.

Grabbing it, he examined it, then threw it at more of the goblins, finding it did significant damage to them. Gathering as much as she could, Sarid charged them, throwing the spiky balls and taking out even more, which gave her more of the spikey balls to throw.

Time wore on, Sarid dealing with them as she had using the pool of water, grenades, and the spikey balls that the goblins dropped all worked to her advantage.

She stood, panting, the arrow in her shoulder still jutting from her armor, pain searing through her wounds as she breathed, her good shoulder noticeably rising and falling.

Her armor was scratched, dented, and splattered with goblin blood, sweat slicked every inch of her, she was positive her left ankle was sprained, and she had goodness knows how many bruises under her armor.

Around her, dead and bleeding, was the goblin army, none of them moving, their once beady eyes now glassy and their sneers erased from their faces.

Sarid shivered, then heard a groan from behind her.

Whirling around, she saw a Peon with a leg mangled from the spiky balls and a missing arm from a grenade attempting to drag itself away.

Running, Sarid jumped and stabbed her sword into the ground directly in front of the beast, which froze, and slowly looked up to see Sarid standing over it.

"…You bandaged your wound." Sarid said, noting the cloth and leather wrapped around the arm stump.

"Please," It begged in a sad voice. "I dun't wunt ta die…"

"I have no intention." Sarid told it, then grabbing its ragged shirt, and lifting it with her good arm. "Whoever sent you here, go crawl back to them and tell them what's happened here."

She tightened her grip and lowered her head, staring at an imaginary triangle between the middle of the forehead and eyes, making the goblin gulp.

"Tell them the Ruler of Terraria is appalled that your invasion thought they could defeat them." Sarid told it, then turning and throwing it, the creature landing on its chest. Forcing itself to its feet, it limped away into the tree line, disappearing.

"…" The air was silent once more, Sarid blinking.

She then collapsed from sheer exhaustion.


"Is he okay?" Asher asked, looking over Hannah's shoulder at Sarid, who laid in a bed in the Infirmary's Patient Wing.

"He'll be fine, Asher." Hannah assured him, wiping Sarid's forehead with a cloth wet with cold water. "The only reason he collapsed was because of fighting for most of the day. Some rest, and he'll be right back on his feet."

"Alright." Asher said, then remembering something. "Oh, and Sarid gave me these right before the invasion."

He took out the letters, giving Hannah hers.

"I'm going to run give these two to Mortimer, and there's also two for Faye..." He told her, looking through the envelopes. "I'll be right back!"

"Be careful!" Hannah called, Asher running out of the wing. Looking back to the envelope in her hands, she opened it, pulling out the letter inside it.

Dear Hannah,

I'm glad to hear you arrived safely, and that you and Asher are in good health. Sarid indeed sounds like a good builder – it's good to hear your home is well-suited for medicine.

I myself am in good spirits, though the military has been looking under every rock to try and find Sarid, but I've gotten to see an old friend of mine, Harold Flint. I've mentioned him before.

Anyways, like I said, the military is here. One of their privates, Lance, is turning the whole place upside down and inside out trying to get any scrap on information he can of Sarid's whereabouts – it's annoying really.

Not much has changed, other than that…Harold and I just sit and reminisce about the old days, hearts filled with nostalgia. We had quite a few adventures when we were young, and being able to talk about them with him has given my spirit a kind of renewal. It's nice.

As for the wounds you mentioned, I've treated something like them before, in a war I fought in thirty years ago. Just have Sarid eat plenty of fresh fruits, vegetables, fish, - things that are found in nature and straight from the source (meat being cooked, of course) (rhyme not intended) and they'll heal faster. I don't know why exactly, but they should.

I might be able to visit someday. Mrs. Ottoman is expecting her third child, so until the child is born, I doubt I'll be able to travel much.

All I can hope is that this letter gets to you quickly and safely – I'm worried the military may start to interfere with mailings out of the country out of suspicion.

I love you, my little learner.

Love,

Father

Hannah smiled down at the letter, glad to hear from her father.

"So this is the BAMF I was told about."

Looking up, she saw the newest resident standing in the doorway of the Patient Wing, his coat gone and sleeves rolled to his elbows, vest and shirt smeared with goblin blood.

"…BAMF?" Hannah asked, raising an eyebrow, Reginald nodding at the sleeping Sarid.

"From what Sinbad and the sailors told me, this guy's a tough nut, killed some kind of giant demon eye and had the guts to come to this 'cursed' island with barely anything." He said, walking over, clasping his hands behind his back. "But now he just looks like sleeping beauty."

"I know you saw him fighting off the invasion." Hannah deadpanned, looking back at Sarid. "But he is tough, even though he's so young."

"Eh." Reginald shrugged, grabbing a chair, setting in next to Hannah, and sitting down in it. "Soooo, what do you say you and I get together this evening?"

"What do you say you get your arm off me?" Hannah asked, Reginald having his arm around her shoulders.

"Well, I-"

Sarid's eyes popped open, her arm shooting out and grabbing Reginald's hand, crushing the fingers together.

"OWOWOW!" Reginald exclaimed, Hannah moving out of the way as he was brought to his knees.

"Leave her be." Sarid said, staring at the ceiling.

"YOU WERE OUT COLD THREE SECONDS AGO!" Reginald yelled, Sarid squeezing his hand tighter, crushing his fingers more.

"Don't yell. My head hurts." Sarid told him, then closing her eyes and letting go of his hand, Reginald jumping back out of reach.

"Okay, okay…" He said, rubbing his hurting hand, the front door of the Infirmary opening, Asher entering into the wing.

"What'd uncle say?" He asked, Reginald raising an eyebrow.

"He's doing well." Hannah replied, going over to the counter, putting away the medical supplies she had used on Sarid. "He also said that eating fresh fruits, vegetables, fish – natural stuff – will help with the wounds Sarid got, should he get more like them."

"That's good."

"You two related?" Reginald asked.

"Cousins." Hannah told him. "Now out – both of you. Sarid needs the rest."

"But-"

"I said out!" Hannah said, cutting off Reginald, Asher darting out of the room, then coming back in.

"This is for Sarid." He said, handing Hannah one of the letters, then running out again, grabbing Reginald by the arm and dragging him out with him.

Hannah shut the door to the wing, then sat back down next to Sarid's bed again, sighing.

"…I'm going to have to make you build a room just to treat you, Sarid." She joked.


"Concentrate!"

"I am."

"No, you're not. Concentrate!"

"Hm…"

"Concentrate!"

"Then-"

"Concentrate, Sarid! People will try to distract you from goals or figuring things. You can't let that happen!"

"I'm not."

"Yes you are."

"How?"

"Him, he is."

"…No."

"A voice is higher when the speaker lies."

"I'm not."

"Yes you are. A muffled nagging at the back of your mind starts when he's nearby."

"I've tried silencing it."

"No, listen to it."

"What?"

"Listen to it."

"But-"

"Listen to it!"

"…I can't…"

"Why?"

"…It…It's muffled."

"Why?"

"…It's locked away."

"Then release it."

"…I can't."

"Why?"

"…Because…I…I can't."

"Why, Sarid?"

"I can't."

"But WHY, Sarid?"

"Because – I…I just…No, I-I can't."

"You can, Sarid…you just don't want to…"

"…No…I can't."

"What?"

Sarid opened her eyes to her bed in the Infirmary, the late afternoon sun pouring into the room as golden rays.

"…" She blinked, turning head to look at Hannah.

"…You can't what?" She asked, Sarid blinking, then looking back at the grey bricks that made up the ceiling.

"Nothing." She said with a hushed voice.

"Hm." Hannah hummed, then holding out an envelope. "This is a letter for you."

"Thank you." She told her, taking the letter, despite the dull throbbing in her side. Opening the envelope, she took out the paper, and read it to herself.

Sarid,

I'm glad to hear you arrived safely.

Her eyes widened, recognizing the handwriting.

I can't write much, sadly. We've been given the notice to start intercepting out-going messages to see if they have anything to do with your location. I have to just make it look like this is a report.

All I know is that this'll be sent to you through a confidential source, outside of that, nothing. Well, I know your location, but not entirely how to get there. Ships quit going out there, saying the place was cursed.

I heard you defeated an "Eye of Cthulhu". A giant, monstrous eye.

I'm proud of you, doing such a feat.

This is all I can write for now, keep fighting, Sarid. You were trained in the Art of Survival. I know you can do just that, but I also want you to live.

Please be happy, my star pupil.

Sincerely,

Commander H. Flint,

Head of Military Education,

5th Member of the Army Circle

Sarid blinked, slowly folding the letter and putting it back into the envelope, which she put on the table next to her bed.

You have no reason to be proud of me. She thought, closing her eyes. I did everything I did for my own glory…

Sarid turned her head, looking at the wall, unable to look at the letter that praised her.

The next morning…

"How's your shoulder?"

"Good."

"Side?"

"Fine."

"All other wounds?"

"Gone."

"Alright." Hannah says, checking her clip board, the looking back at Sarid. "You're free to go, just get some extra sleep tonight. That fight yesterday definitely wore you out, and I don't want you getting sick."

"…" Sarid blinked. "…Very well."

"You okay?"

"Yes."

"You were silent."

"You said you didn't wish for me to get sick."

"And?"

"Why?"

"Sarid, nobody wants other people to be sick. Nobody who's a decent person anyway."

"…" She blinked. "Hm. Good day."

"Don't hurt yourself." Hannah told her, Sarid leaving the Infirmary, seeing the streets had been cleared of all goblins, and that Reginald had taken up residence in the house right across from the Infirmary.

She then looked down the street, making a note on her mental checklist, then going down the steps, toward where she knew the meteorite had landed.

Later…

The impact site had some-what fresh dirt scattered about, raised up in large mounds around the meteorite, which was a brown-gold colored stone that seemed to give of a smoldering gold glow. She could feel the heat coming from it, so she took out a dynamite stick, tossing it in the air, making it spin, then catching it.

The heat from the stone was enough to light the fuse, amazingly, Sarid then tossing it into the crash site, landing in the middle, then turning and walking. She turned, and stood behind a large rock, plugging her ears.

After feeling the ground shake, she went back out and repeated this two more times, then gathered up all the ore, leaving the now empty site behind.

Arriving back at the settlement-now-village, she went into the shell of a castle, and into her still broken stone shelter, going to work at the forge.


"Check mate."

"Again?"

"Yep."

"Well, at least you can still win this." Flint sighed, leaning back in his chair and looking down at the chess table.

"I always could." Doc laughed. "What's funny, though, is that you've been in the military a good portion of your life, you should be great at a game based on strategy!"

"Aye, that I should." Flint laughed, resting his elbows on the chair arms, and lacing his fingers.

"Aye, aye…" Doc chuckled, looking over his spectacles at the habit he had observed his old friend doing. "…So you still have the ring."

"…" Flint looked at his hands, seeing the ring that adorned his left ring finger, the silver braided with small sapphires. His right ring finger rubbed against it constantly, which showed. "…It still surprises me that her ring size was the same as mine…"

"…Flint."

"We had this discussion."

"Yes, how long ago? Ten years? Fifteen?"

"Don't."

"I'm not going too." Doc said grimly, Flint looking up at him. "You remember it well enough."

"It was my fault."

"No, it wa-"

"Alden."

"…"

"…"

Silence hung in the air, Flint looking at the ring again.

"…It's a reminder is all."

"One that hurts you all these years later." Doc told him, Flint saying silent, then standing.

"I'm going to go check on the boys, make sure they aren't causing trouble." He said, getting his over coat and pulling it on.

"It's that Lance that's doing most of it." Doc told him. "What's he got against Sarid?"

"Everything." Flint sighed, then stepping out into the small village, going down the porch steps.

Doing a sweep, he found Lance sitting impatiently in the inn, his fingers drumming against a table top and foot rapidly tapping the floor.

"Lance." He said, he looking up then jumping to his feet, saluting.

"Yes, Commander Flint." He said, standing at attention. "What can I do for you?"

"At ease." Flint told him, Lance relaxing a bit. "How goes it?"

"We have received no news on the traitor's location." He answered, Flint sighing.

"Yes, but how are you?" He asked.

"…Permission to speak honestly?" He replied, Flint nodding.

"Go on."

"I feel as if I am wasted here." Lance told him, bitter. "Rather than sitting and doing nothing, I'd rather be out helping hunt down that traitor."

"I understand you're eager, but all the Graduate-Privates are stationed in towns and cities." Flint explained, Lance furrowing his brows.

"But I'm second in the class!"

"And?"

"…Well…would the traitor be allowed to search if he hadn't turned and ran?" He asked with spite, Flint's hand twitching.

"Do not speak of him in that tone." Flint told him in his military voice – a low, slow, controlled tone. "Hate will bring you nothing good."

"Yes, sir…" Lance replied, stiff.

"Good…carry on." He turned and left, heading up to his room.


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