A/N: Hey people, I'm back! There's going to be some changes in my publishing schedule, so from now on, I'm going to write one chapter a day, but they're going to be longer, so in a way, I'm still writing two chapters. It depends on how you see it, and how long the chapters are. Also, I'm going to have the first four chapters ready for a new story, which will hopefully be ready next Monday. It's going to be a Minecraft Fanfiction, and all OCs are welcome, though I might not use all of them. If that story is well liked, then I'll continue. If not, then I just delete it. But if it's liked, then I'm going to update that story on Mondays and Fridays, while updating "Terraria: New World" on the weekends. That schedule leaves Wednesday free to brainstorm ideas for new OCs and stories. Anyways, enjoy this chapter of "Terraria: New World"!

Chapter 7

Lilith's P.O.V.

"Um, earth to Leo, it is me," I say, wondering why he seems slightly shaken. "What's with you?"

"Sorry. It's just that…" he says, suddenly falling silent.

I may not be the best at reading people's emotions, but I can tell that Leo has got a lot on his mind. I'm about to ask the person in question if he's alright, but before I can, he speaks up.

"Lilith?" Leo asks.

Raising my eyebrow, I say "What? Spit it out, punk."

Oh, geez. That came out slightly meaner than intended. Anyways, what he said is giving me a sense of Deja-vu.

"Do you remember that boy that you raced to the oak tree on the hill several years back?" he questions. Okay, his question seems suspicious.

"Are you saying that you're the boy I was friends with all those years ago? Cause I sure as hell ain't buying it," I reply. "You have no proof. Why would I believe you?"

I know I sound pretty skeptical, but who wouldn't be? For all I know, Leo could be some freaking spy that works for some powerful numbskull that wants me dead. But he seems pretty determined, trying to get me to remember that boy.

"Well, here's the proof," Leo says. "You've had those wings a year after birth."

He then indicates the wings on my back. Taking my silence as his que to continue, Leo presses on. "You'd never change your hairstyle, or colour for that matter. You had an obsession for spells and anything remotely creepy in a demonic way. You preferred play fighting and racing over dressing up and playing princess. You didn't care about manners. Your only friend, Leo, was your polar opposite in attitude and behavior. The one thing that the two of you shared an interest in was adventuring. And you only shared this with Leo. Is that enough proof?"

Judging by the way he smirked at me after seeing me tense up and gasp, he knew that I'm the friend he had years ago.

"Oh, Leo, I can't believe it, you're really here. I thought you died after the fire at your parents' home," I loudly whisper. I can't believe that the only friend I had is really here, and not in some graveyard sleeping an endless slumber.

His smirk disappeared, replaced with a look of worry. "Wait, my parents' died in a fire? When was it? How did it happen? I'd ask myself, but I don't have all of my memories returned."

"It's, a bit depressing. I don't want to put any more stress on you," is all I say. I don't wanting to make him more traumatized than he already is. But seriously, he's got amnesia for god's sake! Telling him would make things worse for him. Though I can't afford to say it now, I can tell him when he's prepared. So, after taking a deep breath, I continue. "I know that you'd like to know, but maybe I'll tell you another time when you've emotionally prepared yourself. Right now, you need to get out of here. I'll help. Besides, I know that you've always wanted to fly, so why don't we see how you like it?"

Understanding that learning now would destroy him emotionally; he just smiles and says "Sure. I've always been jealous of your ability to fly."

"Alright then," I reply smiling back. "But before we go, let's pack all of the stuff I have. We're going to need the supplies later. But be warned: I've got enough stuff to choke a freaking blue whale."

*Three Hours Later*

Leo's P.O.V.

Okay, I'm going to recap what just happened. Get ready to process all of the info.

During the three hours that passed, Lilith and I built a basement in my cabin to use as a storage space. After, we transferred the materials over to the basement (seriously, that girl has lots of spare metals. What the hell does she do with them all? Make random trinkets? Build fancy furniture? Attempt to choke a whale?) and introduced Lilith to Brandon (though she's really hostile towards him. That's probably because the guide keeps flirting with her. Remind me to give Brandon a warning because he does not want to know what happened to the last guy who used a pick up line on her. All I'm going to say is that the incident involved a chest, her dad's iron hammer, and a toilet plunger). That's pretty much all that was done, alone with an early dinner.

Now here I am, watching the sunset. Again. I think I might make this a habit.

"So, Leo," a voice says from behind me. I turn around, and there's Lilith. "What're you doing?"

"Oh, just sitting by the campfire, enjoying the sunset," I reply. "Why are you asking?"

"Well, because I have so many spare metals (see, I told you she does!), maybe we could forge you a better weapon, and some armour as well," she answers, smiling. "As you said, all you've got is that wimpy lead sword and that equally wimpy helmet."

"True enough," I say. "But it's not like I've been here as long as you!"

"Well, when you've been here long enough, you manage to acquire some unique armour, such as my shadow scale mail," she informs.

"Alright then, I'll upgrade my equipment," I say, pondering what weapon to get. "But for now, let's just enjoy the sunset. The sky is breathtakingly beautiful as it turns to dusk."

"I know," Lilith replies, shifting closer to me. "But I haven't seen it for a long time."

Soon, as we sit in silence, she shifts even closer and leans on me. As she does so, I put an arm around her, in a bit of an embrace. Suddenly, our privacy is invaded by none other than Brandon.

"Um, am I interrupting something?" he asks, smirking in a 'you got busted' kind of way.

As I look away, blushing, Lilith goes with a more direct and aggressive approach.

"You know, I wouldn't bother a person when they're enjoying a moment with someone they care for," she growls, unsheathing her sword and pointing it at Brandon's head.

"Holy crap," I say, looking at the sword, seemingly oblivious to the guide's problem. "Is that the Night's Edge?"

Even though I'm still suffering amnesia, I can tell if a weapon is really powerful or not. And for those of you who're wondering how I know what weapon that is, long story short, Brandon told me. Anyways, Lilith's voice brings me back to the present once again.

"Yeah, it is the Night's Edge," she answers, grinning insanely. "I went through a lot of trouble to get this, and it was worth it. So, Brandon, want to reconsider bothering us?"

Brandon instantly replies, his voice an octave higher due to fear. "Yes, I reconsider. Sorry 'bout that."

"Doesn't matter anyways," I say to Lilith. "The sun went down just as he interrupted us."

"Alright, I won't decapitate him," she says, sighing. "But be warned. If you bother us once again and have no good reason to do it, then enjoy being headless."

The recipient of Lilith's words shrinks back, obviously scared.

"Well," I say, not wanting the guide to lose his head just yet. "We should probably head inside before the zombies come out, hungering for human flesh."

"We might as well," Lilith says. "Come on, Leo. Let's get you those weapons. Hopefully we can get you suited up before the creatures of the night come."

"Okay," I say to Lilith, before muttering to myself. "Let's hope that nothing bad happens."

A/N: Thanks for reading the newest chapter of "Terraria: New World". I wish you good day/good night. And don't forget to review! Thanks again and adios, amigos!