Chapter 4: Misfire

Sorry about the long wait again for updates, just been slightly unmotivated when it comes to updating this story. But I do hope you folks enjoy this Chapter, starring the Arms Dealer!

I do not own Terraria, that belongs to Re-Logic and Microsoft

"This isn't a good idea, mate." Wyatt sighed, shaking his head slightly. "Like I don't see anyway this idea can end without you being put through a world of pain."

The person who Wyatt was talking to let out a chuckle, shaking his head slightly. The man was leaning up against a wall, hands in his pockets, a cool aura radiating off of him. Wyatt had known this guy for quite a while now, and nothing really ever seemed to ruffle his feathers; always managing to keep a level head, even when everything was going to hell around him.

"You kidding me, right?" Maurice the Arms Dealer inquired, eyebrow raised. "It's a fool-proof plan."

"Yeah, in getting yourself killed." Wyatt retorted.

"I'm just gonna get some flowers for Kat, buddy." Maurice stated. "She likes flowers, and there ain't nothing wrong with picking some flowers."

"No, there's nothing wrong with it." Wyatt answered. "But its where you're getting these flowers, is where the problem lies."

Wyatt pointed behind him, to an abundant garden filled with lush greenery, looking like a miniature forest. The bushes there where strong and healthy, with vines spreading out everywhere and flowers of all shapes and colours populated the garden. And right in the middle of that garden, watering some forget-me-nots, was Rosalva the Dryad. A small smile was evident on the Dryad's face, as she whispered something to the flowers, as if they were her children.

"C'mon man, have some confidence in me." Maurice chuckled, shaking his head slightly. "I mean, I was there when we took out the Eye of Cthulthu."

"….you mean you were hiding behind a rock and shooting blindly, while Cody and I did all the real fighting?" Wyatt retorted, with a raised eyebrow.

"I still shot that flying eye-freak, so it counts." Maurice stated. "And anyway, taking flowers from a garden is easy, like taking candy from a baby."

"A baby with supernatural powers and anger issues, whose super protective of her plants." Wyatt sighed. "C'mon Maury, why can't you just get some other flowers?"

"Because these are the best flowers in the entire world, Wyatt." Maurice explained. "I know you're worried, I appreciate that. But I can do it mate, it won't be hard. All I gotta do is lay on the charm a bit, and I'll be back with a whole flower bush"

Wyatt just stood there stunned, as he looked at the smug Arms Dealer. Before Wyatt could say anything, Maurice turned around and marched towards the Dryad's garden, an obvious spring to his step. All Wyatt could do was just stand there and shake his head; he had tried knocking some sense into Maurice's head, but the guy just wouldn't listen.


"What's the matter, my little Jungle Rose?" Rosalva cooed, gently petting the plant. "Are you not getting enough sunshine?

The Dryad was the first to admit she wasn't a people person, she was proud of it. She found people too complicated, with all their emotions and conflicts. Plants, however…plants were easy to understand. They never demanded anything of you, never betrayed or coerced you into doing things you didn't want to do. All plants asked for was tender love and care, to be looked after and protected from axes that hacked and chainsaws that sliced. It made Rosalva feel proud, as she protected her plants and greenery, watching them grow and blossom.

"Well hey there, Rosie!" A new voice announced, the voice reverberating throughout the small area. "Just the dryad I was looking for!"

Well, there went her peaceful afternoon. Letting out an annoyed huff, Rosalva turned around, finding herself looking at the smug face of Maurice the Arms Dealer.

"What do you want, Maurice?" The Dryad inquired.

"Woah, who says I want anything?" Maurice inquired. "Can't I spend some time with my favourite plant lady?"

"Cut the foolishness, Maurice." Rosalva grumbled. "I am not in the mood for your games, so please tell me what you want so we can finish this conversation as quickly as possible."

"Alright, I'll be like turtle soup then, I'll make it snappy." Maurice retorted, a wide grin on his face.

"…"

"Alright, no more jokes then. I wanna impress Katherine, and I need your help."

"You, needing help courting women? What happened to all the confidence and swagger you owned?"

"Hey, I'm still full of swagger Rosie. Don't need to worry about that, but I need a favour from you."

"And that would be?"

"I need some flowers from your garden, to impress Kat."

Rosalva the Dryad didn't say anything to this, instead staring at the Arms Dealer as though he had just grown a second head. Pure horror was evident within her eyes, before a scowl appeared on her face and her hands balled up into tight fists. Silence reigned for a few seconds, before the Dryad finally spoke up.

"Get the hell away from me, Maurice." Rosalva stated. "Run now and run fast, cause I am about to commit unspeakable acts of violence against you right now."

"Wait, what? C'mon Rosie, be reasonable." Maurice begged, as he slowly backed away. "I'm just asking for some flowers, that's all! Its just some plants!"

Maurice had been hoping to calm down Rosalva, try and defuse this tense situation he had created. Well whatever his hopes were definitely did not come to fruition, as the Arms Dealer found a vine quickly wrapping around his neck, lifting him up high above the ground.

"Some plants? These plants mean more to me, than you or any of these other humans at this settlement. These flowers, these trees and bushes, they are like children to me. I would defend them with my life." Rosalva hissed, glaring at Maurice. "And I'm about to show you right now, what happens when you come into my garden and threaten my children."


"I warned you, buddy." Wyatt stated, shaking his head. "I tried to tell you, but you just wouldn't listen."

Maurice just let out a pained groan in response, due to the fact he was wrapped head to toe in bandages. The poor guy looked like something out of a mummy movie, with how the bandages made him look.

"People really need to learn to not annoy Rosalva." Katherine the Nurse muttered, shaking her head. "Our dear Arms Dealer won't be able to get out of bed for at least three months, while his bones heal up."

"Three months?" Wyatt inquired, eyebrow raised. "Damn that's a long time."

"Oh, it will be." Katherine retorted. "Since I got to look after him."

Maurice let out a pained moan at that, although it was hard to guess what exactly he meant by that moan, given his mouth was covered. Wyatt and Katherine shook their heads slightly, before turning to look at each other.

"Never have any luck, do I?" Katherine sighed.

"Could be worse." Wyatt responded, rubbing at the back of his head. "At least he'll be somewhat quiet, for the healing process."

And Chapter 4 of my Terraria story is done and dusted. I hope to see you folks at the next Chapter!

Love,

The Desert Dancer