Chapter 2: A Bargain Deal
Welcome everyone to the second Chapter of my Terraria story! Responses so far have been pretty good and I hope this keeps up! Writing this Terraria story has been fun for me, allowing me the opportunity to expand my writing horizons
Wyatt could feel his blood pressure steadily rising and found it a near miracle he hadn't lashed out yet. All he wanted to do was go outside, tend to his garden and maybe read a book for today, without having to worry about any zombies, slimes or any major baddie wanting to destroy everything he loved. Wyatt barely managed to make it out of his door, before finding himself face to face with Milton the Merchant, already trying to hock some of his 'top quality' merchandise.
"C'mon Wyatt buddy, what about this pickaxe?" Milton inquired, showing off said tool. "For only 10 copper coins, this beauty can be yours."
"That's a copper pickaxe, first of all. And I already have like five copper pickaxes." Wyatt muttered. "Can you just leave me alone, Milt? I wanna relax today, and this isn't making me relax."
"Okay okay, forget the pickaxe. I can do a lot better!" Milton announced. "What about shirt that can't be tucked in?"
"Why on earth would I want that?" Wyatt inquired. "And what made you think I'd want something like that?"
"Never mind, we can talk about that later." Milton retorted. "Okay, how about some dirt blocks? Only 5 copper coins per block!"
Wyatt just stood there silently, staring straight at the Merchant, as if wondering if he had heard the old man right. The young man then slowly looked at his surroundings and let out a sigh, before turning to face Milton once again.
"Dirt blocks?" Wyatt asked. "You mean like the kind that are practically everywhere, and are free for me to just collect? You mean those dirt blocks?"
"Ah but these dirt blocks aren't from here! They're from lands overseas, and are quite fertile!" Milton responded, a wide grin forming on his weathered face. "Why with these dirt blocks, you can grow anything on them!"
"Milt, I seriously think you just dug up some dirt blocks and falsely-advertising them." Wyatt muttered. "Listen, can you go bother someone else today? I just want to enjoy myself for today, alright?"
"Okay okay, well I got one item that I know for a fact you'll love!" Milton stated, as he produced something new from his bag of merchandise. "Sharp throwing knives, perfect for hitting faraway targets. I personally guarantee that if they hit any monster, that monster will stay down. Try one, see how it feels."
Milton produced a small knife from his bag, before handing one to Wyatt. The young man stared at the knife for a few seconds, before letting out a small sigh; guess there was no way of getting out of this. Wyatt began looking around, before noticing a nearby tree, deciding that it was a good of a target as any. Taking aim and measuring up his shot, Wyatt tossed the throwing knife straight for the tree trunk. To Wyatt's surprise, the knife went spinning straight towards the trunk and imbedded itself deep into the wood, the trunk cracking around it. As much as Wyatt hated to admit it, he was quite impressed; those knives definitely were sharp. The young man turned around to see Milton, a smug smile on his weathered face and currently juggling one of the throwing knives.
"See? Willing to bet you ain't ever seen throwing knives like that." Milton stated. "How many can I put you down for, huh? Ten? Fifteen? Twenty-five, maybe? It's one silver coin for each throwing knife."
Wyatt was sure his eyes widened with shock, as he stared down Milton. A silver coin for just one of these knives? That was practically highway robbery! But before Wyatt could find the words necessary to cuss out Milton, everything went to hell. The throwing knife the Merchant was currently juggling missed Milton's hand and hit the ground, imbedding itself deeply into Milton's foot. Milton and Wyatt quickly looked down at Milton's foot, seeing the blood quickly staining the old man's shoe a deep red. Wyatt could only sigh as the Merchant started to screw his lungs out and collapsing to the ground, clutching his bleeding foot.
"Better go get Katherine, then." Wyatt sighed, as he made his way to the Nurse's house. "So much for a peaceful day off…"
And Chapter 2 of Friendship is done and dusted. I'd like to thank Starship King, Mandalore the Freedom and HappinessIsBlau for all of their support and reviews. Anyway, I hope to see you guys and gals at the next Chapter!
Love,
The Desert Dancer
