The six adventurers made their way out of the castle swiftly, after Oden’s final orders. Prism being the one who made a map of the entire world through his own experiences and travels, was unanimously considered the guide of the group. They were walking out of the castle and over to a large two story square white building with no windows. There were white double doors that matched the theme of the castle and a very large green steel shield was above the double doors, with a red rose in the center as a decal that marked the building as the Royal Armory.

The six-man fellowship were about to enter the building, when Prism stepped in front of them.

“Ok guys, so Brian, Hunter, and I have to get new gear so you guys can wait out here if you’d like.” stated Prism.

“Actually.” spoke up Spiculus. “I want a set of vanity gear, so I can walk around without drawing much attention to my Mythril armor. Don’t want to run into any thugs who think we’re a rich party now, eh?”

“Uh yeah, I only got by them because I looked like a college mage. Even though there are more of us, we do actually look quite wealthy, compared to many in the outer settlements. Actually, I think we should all get new gear.” Said Prism.

“I’m not going.” Turmoil stated flatly.

Each turned to him with differing faces of confusion or blankness. Mostly because the sentence was too small to really convey any clear message.

“What do you mean?” asked Auriel.

“I’m not going to change. I’d rather show the Empire my proud armor and heavy hammer.” he explained more clearly.

The group collectively raised an eyebrow at this, the sole exception being Turmoil, who was the subject that started the action. They collectively chose to ignore it and move on. The group of five entered the Armory and saw a Terrarian that did not sport wings near front desk. He was wearing goggles, which the party of five thought strange, but ignored it. He was also wearing a brown shirt and tan pants that made him look somewhat worn down. He held a warm smile to them when he entered as his posture was bent and leaned over the counter. The room itself was bare of any weapons and behind him was a wall that had two doorways to his left and right that connected to another hallway which connected on the other side of the wall. It was assumed the weapons were actually out of public sight.

“Master Oden said you’d be here.” he smirked and continued, “Been a while since I’ve seen a couple of adventurers like you.”

“Been a while?” asked Prism. “What happened to the others?”

“Oh, they all died.” he replied without remorse. “But they didn’t respawn, if yah catch my drift.”

The party of five froze, but not of fear of worry. They simply couldn’t believe Oden neglected to tell them there was a previous adventure that possibly held the same mission they were currently on. Spiculus seemed aggravated by the man.

“And just who are you to believe Oden would be sending Terrarians out to simply die?” Spiculus accused him.

“Aye be the one who sends them on their way with pretty new weapons and gear. Although by the looks of you, you’re ready to go on this adventure. The others weren’t as prepared. Although I heard at least two survived, but were never heard from again.” He looked puzzled for a moment, as if trying to remember something. “Now what were their names?”

“You shouldn’t disrespect the word of Oden.” Hunter threatened.

“OH I shouldn’t now?” he retorted in a mocking tone. “Well, why should we trust him eh? He created us to do what he says. You of all Terrarians should know that Midnight.”

The other four looked between him and Hunter before Auriel spoke up.

“Why do you call him Midnight? Is it one of his names?” Auriel asked.

“Aye. But there’s a deeper truth to each of you. Including Midnight Hunter here.” he gestured to the bat winged Terrarian, who was now clenching his fists tightly and restraining his anger.

“Huh? I thought his name was just Hunter.” commented Brian.

Prism looked interested. “Wait what do you mean, deeper truth?”

“Hey that’s enough.” Spiculus spoke sharply. “We are companions on our mission and this subject is likely to lead to mistrust between us. Leave his past be. I do not want to lose someone who could potentially save my life while I’m on a mission given to me by Oden himself!” he spoke irritably.

The others rustled about uncomfortably by Spiculus’s truth, other than Hunter himself. In fact he was giving Spiculus a look of gratitude. Auriel seemed the most uncomfortable with how he neglected to notice Hunters behavior.

“I’m sorry Hunter.” he began, and bowed respectfully. “I did not share Spiculus’s common sense at this moment and I ask for your forgiveness.”

“…Very well, I understand your curiosity may have gotten to you. It has done me foul, at times.” Hunter responded.

“Yeah, sorry Hunter, I didn’t really think much of it.” Brian apologized.

Prism looked uncomfortable and added his bit. “Yeah, I’ve always liked to learn and I traveled the world to do just that. I guess I haven’t learned all that much discipline, from when I was younger from being away from people I care about. If anything you probably know more about boundaries than I do.” Prism rubbed his head sheepishly.

“I don’t feel there’s anything wrong in knowing more about each other.” commented the guy at the front desk.

“Show some respect.” spat Auriel scolding. “And maybe a little humility.”

“But I do show him respect.” he replied with a smile, and snickered. “Humility though… Anyway, Midnight is the place he was born. Master Oden changed all that when he was missin’ another adventurer that could possibly change the fate of all who live on Dawn…” he gave a knowing look at Hunter. “You were chosen to do this…” he paused to collect a stray thought. “No, you were born to do this, and take this title.” he gave another smirk. “And what a great title it is.”

He walked around the white marble wall and went to the back room. He took several minutes to rummage through chests the adventurers couldn’t see. When he returned, he was wearing a cocky grin that irritated all in the room.

“Here you are, boy. Shadow Armor. Built by some strong minerals of a planet not our own.” he boasted delightfully.

“Wait, a different planet?” asked Prism. “You mentioned Mid-” he noticed the deadpanned looks of his companions, and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly in embarrasment. “-night. Uh, hehe sorry, best student in magic college and all.”

“No need to be so embarrassed with such a fact.” the disrespectful man replied. “Midnight is a secret place. It was once the name of Dusk before the name was changed. Oden worked in secret on another planet near the center of the universe. I don’t know what it’s there for, but...” he looked down with ashamed look. “I think I’ve said a bit much. Fill in the blanks and ask Oden when you can, so he can fill you in. I’m sure you can ask anything from him and he’ll give it to you, considering how much he likes to talk about you.”

“Wait, you’re speaking to him?” Auriel commented alongside the incredulous looks the others were giving the man.

“Aye I am. But that’s all complicated and such. I’d rather not give out the details of something so unimportant.” he waved them off.

“If it’s so unimportant, then why do you hide it from us?” Auriel asked earning appraising looks from his companions.

“W-well it’s just that, I’d rather not let it get out how well I know Oden and how I did it.” he stammered nervously.

“Seems strange how you’re so reluctant to speak about your own past, when ours is simply a plaything for you.” Auriel growled irritably at the man, and reaching for his bow. “I suggest you choose your next words wisely.”

The man’s expression went from nervous to calm in an instant. “Good. Oden was right about you six. I know Mark is outside, because of some honor thing. But don’t let that-”

“Enough of your gossip. Give us our equipment and show me your vanity selections.” demanded Spiculus.

The man rolled his eyes and pouted. “Fine. Anyway here’s the chosen armor for Hunter.” he removed the shadow armor from his inventory and handed it to Hunter.

Hunter quickly put it on and admired his new gear. But he was still without a reasonable sword to do Oden’s bidding. He looked back at the man and was about to ask a question before he smiled and pulled out a sword that baffled the group into silence. The sword itself was made up of a purple substance and it glowed with light when idle. The sword was four feet long, and matched the length of Oden’s sword. Of course none of them have seen Excalibur, but all the Terrarians know the rumors.

“This is the blade of your old world Hunter. The Night’s Edge.” he held the hilt and lifted the blade so the hilt pointed towards Hunter.

“T-…” Hunter tried to speak. “I-is it-?” Hunter tried to ask despite the company of Terrarians in the room.

“The blade that Oden used to destroy your body, and free your spirit?” the brown jacket wearing man finished his question. “Yes.”

Hunter took it hesitantly and looked almost terrified of the purple blade. Its phantom glow seemed to pierce his skin and make him shutter from its magic. The small purple sparks that came off the Great Sword

“Don’t worry Midnight.” the man says. “It serves you now.”

Hunter placed it in his inventory with a wince as if the painless process did actual damage to him. The others took notice, but decided to leave him to his internal struggles. Every Terrarian knows swords and bows won’t fight the internal struggles some go through daily. And that they must walk alone on their spiritual quest to enlightenment and self-betterment. Or so some believe. Prism was not one of those Terrarians who believe that.

“Hunter, are you ok?” Prism asked.

“I’m fine. I’m just mulling over a few things in my head right now.” he responded solemnly.

Prism felt he must help. “Is there anything that I can-” he was stopped by Auriel’s hand being placed on his chest.

They looked into each other’s eyes and the look alone gave Prism a meaningful message of ceasing . Auriel however, knew Prism would not stop trying to assist Hunter through said look and decided he’d best explain things to him.

“Some people need to face certain problems alone.” Auriel began to explain. “Hunter has a past that he alone must deal with. We have no say in this.”

“But what if he’s not able to move on?” Prism questioned. “What if he sorrow makes him second guess himself? What if-”

“Maybe you can ask him.” Brian deadpanned.

Both Auriel and Prism felt a little sheepish, but Prism was more embarrassed than anything. Prism cleared his throat, but before he could begin again, Hunter cut him off.

“I don’t wish to speak about it. Maybe when we’re more acquainted but not now, not when we only just started our mission.” he stated to Prism with a neutral tone.

Prism decided the case was just forced closed without an answer. But he reluctantly nodded in understanding and turned back to the man in the brown shirt.

“Ah you’re done?” he asked with his unshakeable smile. “Well ok then. Sooooo...” he pulled out a piece of paper that held all the vanity items on it. “For you Mr. Spiculus.”

Spiculus took the paper and started reading through it like a restaurant menu. The man behind the counter gave Prism a knowing look. Prism was confused by it, but he walked away behind the white wall that kept them from seeing the storage room before he could inquire about it. A few minutes later, he came back with a long box that he had tucked under his arm to hold it by its fulcrum. The five were confused by the fact he didn’t place anything in his inventory. Although the sound of the heavy box hitting the table brought them to believe the object was too heavy for the inventory.

This includes Turmoil’s Hammer. If the object is too heavy, then it can’t be placed in an inventory. It’s the reason why Terrarians can’t pocket the earth or a large animal. Bunnies can’t be pocketed because they’re living creatures. But when it comes to objects that are large in size or are heavy like a placed chest with something in it, then it can’t be picked up.

“Now these are some good swords. Golden Broadswords are fine weapons indeed. But I’m sure these are the swords fit for kings.” he started opening up the box and showing them the contents.

“By Oden’s beard.” commented an awestruck Spiculus after looking up from his vanity item list.

Somewhere in a not so far-off place, a king fell off his throne from hysterics.

“By the gods of Dusk and Dawn, what forces made these?” asked Auriel.

“Whoa.” Brian spoke at the sight of the swords.

The two swords revealed by the Armorer were black as Ebony. In fact, they were Ebony. Each had a black blade with a black hilt. But the engravings on the blades themselves were away from the sharpened edge and they were green. They were in the shape of vines and leaves all the way to the hilt, that had the engraving of a small red rose at the tip of the hilt. The weapons didn't have sheathes, implying that it was carried in the inventory. This confused the group more when each realized this, because the man brought them out by carrying them. Possibly just to expose them in a more dramatic fashion.

“Your swords, adventurers. May they guide you to victory and bloodshed, and hopefully not your untimely deaths.” he commented without losing his smile.

“You’re really beginning to annoy me.” Brian noted flatly.

“Well ok, I hope luck gets lost on its way to find you.” the man joked with a smile that still has yet to leave his face.

“Dick.” Brian stated, bitterly taking his sword.

Prism grabbed his sword and stayed silent about the previous exchange. Four of them decided they had enough of the man at the counter and headed toward the door. Spiculus stayed and continued to browse through Vanity Items. Prism looked back at him and raised an eyebrow.

“You coming?” he asked.

“I’ll be right there.” Spiculus answered. “I did say I needed a vanity item.”

“Oh right.” Prism turned and left the building through its double doors.

Turmoil was perched up against the building's wall, to the left of the double doors. His hammer was by his side, the hilt was standing perfectly vertical because of the flat and boxlike shape of the hammer. Brian was standing beside him close to the wall and Hunter was to his right. And a few feet in front of the door was Auriel looking at Prism with curiosity.

“Did you leave something behind?” Auriel asked.

“Uh no, only Spiculus. He’s still getting a vanity item and I stayed behind because I thought he didn’t realize we were leaving.” Prism responded.

“Hey Turmoil.” Brian stated, getting Turmoil's attention.

The ebony black Necro Warrior looked over at his new traveling companion. He waited for Brian to continue.

“Do you want me to tell you what happened in there? It actually was pretty interesting. Despite how much I hated that guy, I got this sweet blade.” he pulled it out showing him for emphasis.

Turmoil looked at it for a while, just drinking in its features before he nodded in approval for the Ebony Empire weapon.

“Impressive blade indeed. But you do not need to tell me of what happened when you went in the door. My hearing is tuned to hear the slightest disturbance.” Turmoil replied.

“What?” Brian questioned.

The conversation got the attention of Hunter, Prism, and Auriel.

“Dragons may be loud, but if you don’t hear them coming they may be upon you before you have a place to hide. They do fly, after all.”

“Wait, I thought villages would have an early warning system.” Brian questioned.

Hunter added his comments. “Pilgrim has outposts outside the city along with all the other major cities to spot dragons. Small towns like I’ve grown up in only had one, and that was always in the center of town.”

“Oh, that makes sense.” Brian commented. “Wait hold on. I don’t see the point in an early warning system. We are Terrarians, we can rebuild homes quickly when they’re destroyed. Why do we need to look out for dragons?”

“Because if dragons were able to hunt us successfully and live, then they’d come back and make it harder for us to continue our daily lives. It’s more that they’ll see us as a food source and continue harassing us, when we try to settle new places. Convoys will be attacked and settlers wouldn’t have time to unpack before they spawn back at home.” Prism argued.

“Oh wow, that bad? Well that’s a new bit of information that I never thought of.” Brian remarked.

“Yeah, but the real problem with dragons is that their fire can burn down nearby forests. If a village is targeted, they breathe fire wherever they see a building. Sometimes trees will catch fire and burn down century’s worth of potential resources.” Auriel commented.

With that the conversation ended and they began to wait. Turmoil remained extremely patient along with Hunter. Both never seemed to move an inch. Prism and Brian however began to fidget almost immediately and opted to stand beside each other. Auriel kept looked up and down the streets, only finding the lack of Terrarians nearby seemingly unnerving to him. Eventually Prism and Brian started up a conversation.

“So Brian.” Prism started. “How was the college?”

“You mean, after you graduated twenty years ahead of the rest of the class? Truth be told, it wasn’t that bad. Without you I got pretty bored, but I made a couple of other friends that helped me through my studies. Although after you left I decided following your footsteps was going to be the end of me so I went into a chemistry class.”

“How was it?”

“Interesting. I became the A student and was asked by nearly everyone there to help them study. I was able to form a club about potion making and identifying the different uses of certain plants you would find daily. After two years of that club, the college took a notice and made me biology teacher. At this point I was learning faster than the professors could teach and the moment they would say two ingredients, I already have five ways to mix them and seven potions I could make with them.”

Prism was astounded. “What!? You became a teacher!? Dude if I knew that, I would have traveled back home just to congratulate you!” Prism exclaimed with a new found pride in his old friend.

“Yeah, it’s nothing all that special. It was something I was good at, so I decided I might as well get paid for it. I doubled as the college's onsite nurse when students used sparing magic. Most of them were older than me, but they respected me because of the potions. It was really cool actually.” Brian smiled to himself.

“So, how much did they give you?”

“Well it was one platin-” Brian was cut off when the double doors to the armory burst open.

“Nice to see my fellow adventurers wait for friends.” Spiculus said with a smile on his face.

He was wearing a barbaric set of clothing. His shirt was fur, and made of a fox pelt with leather jacket. His pants were made with brown fur of an unknown animal and his fur boots looked thick and ready for a long winter. His shirt was sleeveless and you could see his bulky muscles. He had a content smile on his face and he looked more like a raider than a barbarian. But regardless it made him less of a target.

“Well you certainly clean up well.” Auriel commented admiring his get up.

“Thank you.” he caught sight of Hunter. “Uh friend, are you not going to hide your armor?”

“I will be invisible to them. Oden gave me a bracelet that allows me invisibility. When we enter a small settlement, I plan on using it.” he replied stoically.

Spiculus was quiet for a moment. “Fair enough.” he nodded his head and turned to Prism. “All right Prism, you’re our guide on this adventure and I plan on following you to our goal. Where do we start?”

The members of the group looked at Prism expectantly. He looked to the group and sighed.

“Well I’m without a map currently, and that means I’ll have to go on memory. Even though I’ve been all over the world, there are still places unclear to me. However I know that I’ve remembered along the way when I backtracked to a location. I do know the exact location of Ghostly Gorge, but I don’t remember the safest way down it without having to use hookshots.” Prism admitted to the group.

“What do you remember of your journey there?” Auriel asked.

Prism looked at him. “Well mostly the scares, but I remember I had to climb down at one point. I can’t guarantee that we’d make it down easily, but I can safely say that we can get there without much trouble. Although I forget the resting spots I used, other than a clearing that I remember little about. I think I may have once slept in a cave but the problem was that I don’t know if it was on my way to Ghostly Gorge or on a different trek.” Prism warned them warily.

Auriel looked at him for a few moments then nodded.

“If we have to, then I’ll provide safety for the group as we descend into the Gorge.” Auriel stated to the group.

“Well that comforts me.” Brian added. “Ok now can we get moving? The quicker we start the faster we can find our way.”

“We can always grab another map.” Hunter suggested.

“True, but I don’t trust the printer yet.” Prism admitted. “It may be accurate, but it’s not exact. And it’s also not as big as a proper map. The one I drew on, was large enough that I had to carry it on my back, while I drew on smaller papers from my backpack.”

“Why didn’t you use an inventory?” asked Brian confusedly.

“Because I needed to hold other things like Equipment to get around, and spell books for defense.” Prism explained.

“Then I trust your memory.” interrupted Turmoil loudly, as he pushed off the wall. “And I will keep my companions safe on our journey.”

“As will I.” Auriel stated, placing a hand on his bow.

“We must make a decision.” Hunter chimed in.

“Come on lads, let’s get this quest started.” Spiculus impatiently whined.

“Really?” Brian deadpanned, and shook his finger disapprovingly. “Spiculus, you were the one who asked us to wait for you. Don’t you go flip flopping on us.”

“Hehehe, all right.” he responded. He then turned to the group, “Anyway, my mace, crossbow, and sword are all I need for a quest like this. I’m ready if everyone else is.”

“Yeah, I can’t prepare any more than I already have.” replied Brian dully.

“Then let’s go.” Prism suggested. “I know the way. It’s too the north but we have a long journey ahead of us. I suggest we find a horse drawn buggy.”

“Nah, we should get used to the road as new adventurers.” Spiculus argued. “I’ve never been farther than Talon, and since we’ll be doing a lot of walking, I suggest we find a walking formation that keeps us safe and stops us from blocking the roads.”

“I agree.” responded Hunter. “I’ve always traveled by myself and I’d have to adopt new rules of travel as we go.”

“Ok then. On foot it is then. But then we should use a buggy to the next town agreed?” Prism offered.

“Agreed.” they said in unison.

“Then let’s start movin’.”

The six adventurers took their new gear and found a place on their person where it could rest and not hinder their movement as they walk out of the city. Today they were given a new goal. A new purpose. A new beginning. Today the end became their beginning.

And Adventures await them. One trial at a time.

Author's Notes:

OK those of you who have sifted through your favorites and noticed this changed to complete. Well here's why!

Because this is a cool place to stop. And I personally can't think of a better place to stop either. It allows me to come back and write a sequel or whatever for you guys.

But yea I'm writing another crossover of Terraria in the future. Not now, but in the future. Might take years but hell I'm getting to it if I can.