The Peacekeepers: Warriors - A Terraria Fanfiction (1 of 3)

Chapter 1

Darkness, blackness, bleakness. All the boy could do was sit and think and cease to feel as his mind wrapped around itself over and over again. There was nothing he could do, nothing to remember what he was, who he was, where he came to be. All he had was emptiness. Then an urge came. Time to wake up. He opened his eyes, finding he was looking up to a bright blue sky. It was so clear. He couldn't remember the last time he's seen such a clear sky. In fact, he couldn't remember anything at all. He could remember nothing, albeit one thing. Edmond. He thought to himself. That's my name. Edmond.
How he knew that, he didn't know. Everything was a mystery to him. His parents, his siblings, his friends, everything. All he had was a name. "Edmond." He said it aloud. "Edmond, Edmond, Edmond." Maybe if he repeated it, the one thing he knew he was, he could remember a little more. "Edmond, Edmond, Edmond!" Try as he might, there was nothing. Nothing at all. Fear set in. Is this what I'm doomed to? A life of emptiness? Will I remember nothing? Ever? Then, he heard a voice. "Sorry friend, but I am no Edmond."
A voice? Another person? Edmond sat up. He saw he was in a grove of trees, sitting in the center of a large clearing. The trees were tall and thick, and a chirping of birds and other animals could be heard. Wind billowed through the leaves, causing them to dance, causing them to try and try and try to break free from their branches. Til Autumn, little ones. Til Autumn.
Around him were three other people, two being seemingly unconscious, and one sitting across from him cross-legged, hands supporting his head. He had shaggy brown hair, faded jeans, and a plain brown shirt, as well as curious eyes and a heartwarming smile. "Its good to see you've woken up." He said to Edmond, relief easy to hear in his tone. "I was beginning to feel worried for you guys. Well, I suppose the others are still asleep, but I'm sure they'll be fine, being as you are."
Edmond rubbed the sleep and confusion from his eyes and tried to make sense of what he was seeing. What did this man know? Who was he? Questioning would help. "Eh, wh-who are you?" He asked groggily.
The man let loose a small, youthful laugh. "My word, you do sound tired!" A relaxed sigh escaped his lips. "My name is Jacob. I woke up shortly before you did." He paused. "But that's just a name. I can't remember anything besides that, so telling you who I really am would seem to be impossible right now."
"So you too, huh?" Edmond sighed. "I can't remember anything either. All I have is a name. Oh, it's Edmond by the way."
Jacob stuck out his hand. "Nice to meet you, Edmond." He exclaimed. Edmond grabbed it and shook it. He felt a strong bond to this man, albeit he was strange and mysterious. He was strange, yes, but he was good. He seemed trustworthy.
Edmon looked at the two others on the ground asleep. There was a girl and a boy. They looked to be in their late teens. I wonder how old I am. He thought to himself. Maybe I was friends with these people. But he didn't recognize any of them. It was destroying him, not knowing anything about himself. What kind of person didn't know who they had for friends and family?
"So do you know any of these people?" Edmond asked, hoping for at least a smudge of an answer. Jacob passed a glance over them, then shook his head. "I'm afraid not."
With a sigh, he closed his eyes, then tilted his head skyward, letting the breeze dance around him. "I do know one thing, however." He breathed out. There was a change in his voice, but Edmond couldn't tell exactly what it was. "This place," Jacob continued. "It's Terraria. I can see all sorts of different images flashing in front of me. I can't see much, but I know of the creatures and all the plants and minerals native to this land. I can't explain why or how I know. I just know."
He looked to Edmond, determined. Frightened even. "I think it's important to set up shelter before nightfall."
Shelter? No, shelter wasn't going to work. "Why shelter? I think it'd be better to scout out a township or village of some sort, right? There could be somebody who could explain all the nonsense going around." Jacob shook his head, clear that his mind was not being swayed. "There are towns, yes. But people haven't lived in them for hundreds of years. I can't tell you how, but i know that they were all slaughtered by some terrible event." Sadness overtook him. His eyes sank to the ground, and his posture relaxed. "Its foggy, and it hurts to look, but I can see monsters of some kind, blazing paths through them. So much blood, so much pain. It's horrible. Absolutely horrible..." He stayed silent for a short time after that. It was clear that what he saw was more than troubling. More than horrifying.
Edmond let Jacob be. He could see things that Edmond couldn't. He understood things that Edmond would never understand. Jacob sighed, took a deep breath, and looked to Edmond. "So we need shelter. The night is dangerous, so the sooner we get it built, the better. I don't feel like getting ripped piece by piece anytime soon." Edmond looked around. "Shelter isn't going to be a very viable solution. We haven't any tools."
"What about those?" Jacob pointed to a spot on the ground. Edmond looked where he pointed and couldn't help but gasped. There was a small brown sack, filled to the brim with an assortment of tools and equipment, shining a bright orange. "Wh-what? Wh-where did, I mean, where did these come from?" Edmond was amazed, boggled, and terrified at the same time. Here were tools, well prepared for use, and nobody in sight to have dropped them off. Something wasn't right. Somebody left them here: the tools, the others, and himself. But why? What was the purpose?
Edmond's fit of panic was settled by a hand on his shoulder. He turned to see Jacob, standing next to him and smiling away. "Convenient, eh? Now I know this looks a little suspicious, but the way I see it is to not look a gift horse in the mouth. We have all the tools here to build shelter. Now we can either be paranoid and leave them be, or we can get started and have a livable home by nightfall. See the Sun's just coming up, so we have all day to do it. Sound okay?"
He was right. There was time to be skeptical later. Right now, he needed to build. He needed to do something, anything to put his mind at ease. To live in the moment was to build a new Edmond. If he couldn't remember who he was, he would make who he was. He would take this world, this land of Terraria, and grasp it in his hands. And it started with survival. He leaned down to grab an axe. He grabbed the hilt of it, and it felt good in his hands. Like he was grasping onto a new world. "Alright," he said. "Let's get building."