
The heart of the jungle is pulsing, it shrieks in pain, but can you hear it?
The boy, and his books...
CH:1
The boy, whom had just fallen a great distance, gathered himself from a sprawled position, and tried to stand. Weak, and dizzy, he barely manages to kneel, before collapsing into a sprawl. He lies for a minute, sending his hands into his unkempt hair in frustration. A book, to much surprise, falls out of the sky impacting him upon ze noggin. He draws his hand from his hair and now slaps it against his forehead. Pressed into the book are the words Basic Adventurer's Guide to Terraria.
The boy wipes the haze from his eyes and thumbs open the first page. Written by, and other irrelevant infos he skips over are contained there. The next page is a table of contents:
'• Table of Contents •
Pickaxe & Axe - Conventional Uses
Weapon & Shelter creation - Essential Survival
Metals and Forging - For those with metal bars
Armour: It will save you!
The many ways to use Gel - Torch Basics'
These are the ones that immediately interested the boy, he tried to imagine the origins of this book, but struck an instant blank. He could remember nothing, nothing at all. He flipped through the book frantically, searching for any fragment of a memory... at all, heart pounding his chest to shreds, to stops at the very back.
The back pages hold nothing but an index, to find uses of specific materials. However… Pressed into those final pages, there was a single feather, light blue in colour. He picked it up, and twirls it in his fingers, before putting it back. A memory of bright light, a broad unobstructed sky, and high-pitched laughter comes to him… and then leaves again, with him unable to remember just who he heard.
He sighs, and closes the book. On the back, there are a few names, scratched in with faded ink. He glances at a few, and none of them really seem to stick, except one. One that feels as if it could be his name, it has a feel that resonates with him, and he places a final hesitant moment on it, before deciding it 'definitely could' be his name. Kyle. K-y-l-e.
For the first time he wasn't absorbed in the book, he glanced around, allowing his surroundings to sink in. But, how he wished he hadn't. Vines, brambles, moss, and many strange plants littered everything in sight. He seemed to be in somewhat of a clearing, but didn't see a path to escape from it. All around him pillars of vines, and walls of thorny shrubbery encased the clearing. He sat the book down, and sat on top of it, twiddling his thumbs... thinking.
He knew nothing, nor things about himself. So Kyle just repeated the contents of the book. Kill slimes to get their gel, get wood, make torches. Yes, that one. That one seemed useful. It would eventually be dark, and flame might be a valuable repellent to the encroaching overgrowth. With that, and many other thoughts, swirling through his brain, Kyle closed his eyes and allowed himself to nap. To escape from the events, if not just for a while.
Well, that's it folks, first chapter. Special thanks to: @DerpoTheMagnificent for the dividers -- and @Vikri & @Pinelord for the banner! We hope you'll enjoy the story, which is an alternate backstory to Terraria. We hope to see likes, comments, opinions, suggestions, theories, and whatever else you can think of down in the posts!
