//------------------------------// // Griffonian // Story: What Happens in Terraria // by BioChemicalWolfGear //------------------------------// (sorry if chapters are coming in slowly. I'll try to fix at a later date but I've been going to many appointments through out the past few weeks. Hopefully now that most are out of the way I can type and update faster. Also my back and fourth with my new editor is a bit slow but it's informative and worth it. Sorry for those delays as well.) Celldric and Hunger both make their way through the skylight in the top of the black tower. When they enter they find themselves rather stunned at the interior. Unlike Darkness’s previous designs the interior seemed to have suites that looked fit for a king and his thanes. From the bottom, they could see movement and swiftly investigated. Once they got about half-way to the bottom they spotted Darkness placing pearlstone. “DARK WOLF!” shouted Celldric. “What trickery is this!? Why are you not out trying to conquer this land?!” Darkness stops placing pearlstone around the staircase, and looks at the new intruders. “Oh it’s you.” he said with annoyance. “Please refrain from calling me Dark Wolf. My new name is Darkness which has been provided by his lordship Puppet Master.” “Who?” asked Hunger. “Ugh...” Darkness sighed heavily. “You were not protected by His Lordship's sword when the shockwave hit. Let me show you to your rooms. I’ll explain and answer all the questions you have.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ It was early in the morning and the sun was barely peeking over the horizon. I got up from the couch and walked around the kitchen for a while before I decided to make pancakes for Rainbow Dash. Thankfully Dash isn’t here to light a match every time I try to turn on the gas so the task of making pancakes was reduced from dangerous to just menial. Once I was done with the pancakes, I looked around for syrup and plates. I found them in a cloud cabinet. I placed one plate down, considering I wouldn’t be eating anything. Then I stared at the remaining pans she had in another cabinet and I flashed a smile with a hint of malice in it. I swiped two pans and tiptoed up the cloud staircase. I made sure I removed my armor so it wouldn’t clank; when I got into her room and I took care not to flap my wings for she would surely hear it. Once I got up the stairs I slowly opened the door with my right hand that held one pan and slowly turned the door knob. I stopped once I gazed upon the adorable Pegasus mare, whom was currently dreaming. How did I know she was dreaming, you ask? Her hooves were exposed on the left side of her egotistic sheets that bared her rainbow colors and cutie mark. But her mane was covering her face and she was drooling on her pillow. But that’s not what gave me the hint she was dreaming. No. Her hooves were shaking as if she were subconsciously running in her sleep. It was so cute I almost dropped the pans out of shame…but I’m an evil bastard. I slowly tiptoed over to the side of the bed where her head wasn’t facing so the sudden blocking of light wouldn’t alert her-not that it will since she’s asleep-to my presence. I raised the pans and spread them as far apart as my arms could take them. Then after waiting five seconds of anticipation I swung them together with all my might and began to sing. “WHAT DO WE DO WITH A DRUNKEN WHALER?” “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” she screamed from my voice, and the slamming of the pans and shot out of bed. “WHAT DO WE DO WITH A DRUNKEN WHALER? WHAT DO WE DO WITH A DRUNKEN WHALER? EAR-LY IN THE MORNING?” She looked in my direction, and watched me slam the pans together with a growing scowl on her face. Choosing not to scar Rainbow, I skipped over some of the darker lyrics of the song. “WAY HEY, AND UP SHE RISES! WAY HEY, AND UP SHE RISES! WAY HEY, AND UP SHE RISES!” “GET OUT!” she yelled getting back into bed, covering her face with her pillow to drown out my lovely voice. “EAR-LY IN THE MORNING!” “GO AWAY AND LET ME SLEEP!” she shouted through the pillow. Then I improvised with my song. “I MADE YOU PANCAKES FOR BREAKFAST! I MADE YOU PANCAKES FOR BREAKFAST! I MADE YOU PANCAKES FOR BREAKFAST! EAR-LY IN THE MORNING!” I stopped my singing and rhythmic pounding of pans. She pulled her head out of the pillow and gave me another scowl, then angrily put the pillow down under her head and went back to sleep… no,0 seriously. I saw her feet twitching again from the dream she was having. I stood there in awe of how fast the multicolored Pegasus mare was able to fall back into sleep. She literally laid her head down, and five seconds later her eyes fluttered a little but remained closed then her legs started twitching. If I know the signs of dreaming then there is a good chance that what I just observed was the rapid decline into sleep. I say again… I was in awe. But after a minute of watching her, I pouted and threw the pans to the side with a scowl of my own. Then I went and tried to pick her up slowly… she didn’t even stir, unless you count the leg twitching as stirring. I slowly tucked her blanket under her and picked her up with both my hands so she would be lying on her back in my arms. I made sure her head could rest on my shoulder so I could bring her downstairs without her waking up or becoming uncomfortable, before I would eventually drop her on her head. I carefully made my way downstairs with the colorful Pegasus in my arms. Half way down she began to stir, and I had to fight to keep her in my hands. Then she settled down and nuzzled into my shoulder with a small smile. “Aww...” I cooed, catching myself making that noise too late and I looked at the mare in my arms to make sure she didn’t stir; to which, she didn’t. I made my way past all the trophies that Rainbow has accumulated over her years, and silently admired them as I walked by with the very Pegasus who’s won them in my arms. I gained a new appreciation for that same Pegasus mare, as I went into the kitchen, and stood there covered in the aroma of the freshly made pancakes. Rainbow began to move around, as she smelled those pancakes. Suddenly, her eyes shot open and she looked at me with confusion plastered all over her face. “Why are you in my bed?” “Why are you in the kitchen?” I responded. She looked around and noticed that I’ve carried her all the way down to the kitchen. But her eyes stopped on the small stack of pancakes, and she began to smile… then it widened and she shot out of my arms. The next thing I knew she was drowning the pancakes in syrup with a maddening smile on her face. I felt a little weird standing there with a blanket in my hands, while watching my friend brutally murder the helpless pancakes. I turned around, went back through the hall of trophies up to her room, and placed her sheets back on her bed. As I returned to the kitchen, I observed a smug Rainbow Dash and an empty plate that was barren, even of leftover syrup. “Thanks for the pancakes. Oh hey, you don’t mind cleaning up right?” she said with a smug expression. “Yes I mind. I made you the pancakes so you might as well clean up.” “Ugh fine.” she said picking up the plate and putting it in the sink. I stepped into the living room, which connects the kitchen and the staircase to Rainbow’s room. I walked over and sat down on the couch. I could hear Rainbow moving around in the kitchen and the movement of plates. After a while she came out and sat next to me. “Oh hey, Rainbow.” I said catching her attention. “Where’s my sword and mirror?” “Oh that! Umm…” she put a hoof on her chin and looked down at the floor in thought. “I dunno, I kinda woke up without them with me.” “… Darn. Well let’s find them.” I said determined and stood up ready to search. “How? I don’t know where they are.” she said following me to the center of the room. “Where did you wake up?” “Umm... in my bed.” “Well now we know where to look.” I said heading up the stairs. I took a quick glance to see if Rainbow was following me and she was. “You sure they're up here?” “Very.” “Why?” “Well, where else would they be?” “I don’t know.” We went into her room, and I looked around in all her drawers while she watched me closely. I actually found it awkward that she would be so willing for me to go through her stuff. Though, I guess with a society that walks around nude all the time really doesn't develop any real serious privacy standards. I was sifting through her clothes for a bit, before I thought of something. “Wait, Rainbow you said you woke up in your bed, right?” I said walking over to her bed. “Yes.” “I wonder if…” I got down and laid down on my stomach and looked under the bed. “Are you serious?” I reached under the bed, and pulled out wolfGear’s Excalibur. “Wow, I had that under my bed?” “Yup. Oh hey my mirror's under here, too!” I explained while pulling out the magic mirror. “Sweet!” exclaimed Rainbow, jumping into the air and hovering there. “So what now?” “… I really don’t know. I’ve got to find the rest of the Terrarians I know that.” “Where will you start looking?” “Well I don’t know. I also need to meet more ponies, but you know what? Screw ponies I’m going back to my castle to check on preparations.” I was heading toward the door before I stopped and another thought occurred to me. “Rainbow.” “Yea?” She said from above the couch. “I need you to go around town and tell me if there are ponies that are missing. Ponyville was attacked and all knowledge of the attack was erased. I want to know if the ponies who suffered or died then are still here or are they gone. I especially want you to tell me if there were any homes in Ponyville that you believed to have been owned by a pony previously.” She looked at me in shock. “Y-you believe somepony may not have come back?” “I also believe no one even remembers them.” “I-I’m on it!” she states, zipping out of the house with a concerned look on her face. I followed suit and looked out over Ponyville to watch her run around looking for ponies. I looked across Ponyville, and I thought hard about what I wanted to do with the small town. ‘You know? I have two spell books with me from Terraria that are written in griffon. I should learn how to read it with Twilight’s help, so I can master the cursed flame tome. Whatever that means, though learning more about the spell itself should come a long way when I need it without the book for power. Hell I’ll need that ability, if I want a new body and may not be able to bring the book with me.’ And with a goal in mind I set off towards Twilight’s Library for a good study session. I spread my wings, and chose not to put my armor back on; I flapped my wings hard, propelling me into the air and towards my destination, near the center of town. Again, it was difficult to figure out where anything was in Ponyville, but of course Twilight’s massive tree isn’t hard to spot. I’m actually getting used to the sight now, since I already know its general location of the library itself. I took a look towards my left while I moved east into the town and spotted my tower being changed on the outside. It was half way done and I reflected on what it was missing. 'Hmm... maybe it needs some banners on the sides of the tower that run from the top all the way to its base.' I pulled my attention away from the tower and back to the library that was coming into view. I landed out in front of the library doors and pushed it open while simultaneously ignoring the looks of the ponies that happened to be around the library at the time. “Twilight! You in here?” I shouted into the empty room. I noticed a purple dragon scampering down the steps toward me. “Hey there Puppet Master! What brings you here?” “I need to learn how to read the griffon language. I happen to own a few book that… well embarrassingly enough, I can’t read.” I said with faking a sheepish grin, pulling it off like a pro. “Oh really? Is that it? You know I can teach you that.” Said the baby dragon. I paused a moment. “R-really? You can read different languages?” “Well duh! I am Twilight’s assistant. While she was learning magic from Celestia, I was learning languages so I could help her find books she couldn’t read. I eventually got tired of keeping her library in check and helping her out, so I taught Twilight how to read Griffonian.” “Huh. So you taught the brilliant Twilight Sparkle. Should I be calling you 'master'?” I said with a grin. “Hehehe, well you can, if you want.” He said waving a claw dismissively. “Wait you want to learn Griffonian?” questioned a female voice from atop the staircase. I looked up, and saw none other than the lavender unicorn herself. “Hey Twilight, yes I do wish to know Griffonian. I need to read a few magic tomes that were passed down to me in a different language. I’ve never had the time to actually do it, until you told me you could read them. You eventually learned ancient offensive magic that was passed down to me.” I said while holding my friendly smile. “Really? So I’m guessing that has something to do with that whole, ‘I should know you’ thing, right?” She inquired skeptically. I found this confusing. I was sure that last time she was convinced that she knew me in the past, but I guess my assumption was wrong. Unless... she convinced herself it was impossible. “Well yea, kinda. However I’m also working on another side project that is even more important. Twilight when I was here last Ponyville was under attack and some good ponies lost their lives defending the town. I want you to think back on how many ponies you know and their relationships were with other ponies and tell me if anything is amiss. As in, a few days ago you would think they wouldn’t have time to hang with you or anypony because of their date, but now you realize they never had a date. Make sure you make that list, ok?” “Umm.” she thought hard. “Well sure, ok.” “Rainbow’s doing the same thing right now. When I get both sets of notes, then I’ll compare them to see which ponies that have disappeared and who they were related to. Then I’ll get to work on saving them or bringing them back, any way I can.” “Wait are you saying there are ponies that didn’t make it back?” “Possibly. I need you and Rainbow to research. However I don’t want you to have contact with her, so your notes don’t mirror hers. I need to rule out the fact that you and her may not know who’s who, and what’s what.” “What do you mean?” “I don’t know. Now get to work. Spike, can I waste your time and learn Griffonian?” “Uh, sure.” “Can we start now?” “Heck yea! Though I need to finish sweeping upstairs, so I’ll make you some tea for the wait.” “Nah I’m good. Go finish your chores.” “Righty-o!” he exclaimed, and pitter-pattered back upstairs and passed the lavender unicorn that still was at the top of the stairs. “Twilight, please get to that report so I can potentially save lives sooner.” “Are you sure ponies lost their lives? I find that really hard to believe.” she queried, still skeptical of my claims. “Twilight come here for a moment.” I said taking a seat on the couch. She looked at me funny, walked down the steps toward the couch and stopped in front of me. “I’m going to show you all my memories between now and then except for the previous night. Me and Rainbow had a heart to heart that I’d rather not have you know about.” “What kind of heart to heart?” She eyed me suspiciously just like Applejack. “Twilight.” I warned, holding up my exposed hand. “Here’s our...” I touched her forehead. “Heart…” I sent her my memories. “To heart.” She gave me a surprised look, and her eyes quickly began to water. “I-I’ll get that report.” She sniffed, and ran off upstairs with tears streaming down her face. A few moments later a confused Spike entered the room. “What’d you do to Twilight to make her cry and work at the same time?” “I showed her the invasion that she didn’t believe in. And, her emotions are catching up to her right now.” “Oh… Um I don’t know what that means?” “She’ll get over it once she’s contributed to helping the ponies that may or may not have died. If it doesn’t work, I’ll promise her I’ll save them.” “Oh… so want to start now? I finished up the corner.” “Ok then. Let’s get this show on the road.”