Terraria: Birds of a Feather

Chapter eighty: All around me are familar faces....

Brandon POV

As I continue drumming my fingers on my desk, thinking of Feather, I heard a knock on my door.

"Come in...." I say in a monotone voice.

"Heyy Brandon!" Darius greets. I face him momentarily before I turn back around and rest my head on my desk.

"Hi Darius." I reply. He walks closer

"Aww, c'mon buddy. Are ya missin' Feather?" He asks, putting a hand on my shoulder. I nod.

"Hey! Cheer up! She'll be back. And to help you get your mind off of her, There's this hot lady at the door!" Darius enthused. Heh..... I'm totally telling Molly.

Wait..... New person?

I sighed and pushed my chair in.

"Let me go greet her...." I say, exiting the room with Darius following.

I quickly walk down the halls and make my way to the front door. I quickly turn the handle..

"Hello there, My Name is------ BRANDON?!?" A familiar voice says.

My eyes widen when I see the familiar lady with glowing green hair and leaf coverings.

"Chryseis??"

Roughly nine years ago.....

"Bbbbbbbrrrraaaaannnnddddooonn!" Madelyn's voice rang out.

I remember..... About a month ago, I found her unconscious..... Right after I woke up........ After James died and the world fluctuated....

She finally found me, sitting at the kitchen table.

"What's up Madelyn?"I ask, setting my bow down on the table.... The only memory I have of my best friend....

She shoved a few items in my face.

"What can I craft with these?" She demanded. I gulped.

I-I'm not really good a being a guide.... Yet.... Uh...

"Uhh-Hh....I d-don't know." I stutter. She growled in frustration.

"Guides! Completely useless!!" She said, throwing her hands up in the air.

She then slammed her fist into the table.

"Why couldn't I have been stuck with someone who was actually smart?" She groaned..

I felt tears prick my eyes.

"I mean! Come on! Seriously! I'll have to ask Dante..... DANTE! Of all people to see what I can make with this platinum! Ugh.... The only person I hate talking to more than that darn arms dealer is you!" She yelled.

I wanted to go back to my room and cry.....

I sniffle.

Madelyn was a good three years older than me, but she still intimidated me.

"Awww! What's wrong, Crybaby!" She mocked.