Cthulhu, a being of impossible power. A glance from such a being could render worlds to dust.
But when Cthulhu turned its eyes to Terraria, the world dared to fight back.
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After hearing what his dad had to say and seeing the large statue of Cthulhu, Alastair quickly made the connection between the cultists in Terraria and his parents.
It wasn't a connection that he liked, but he didn't have much of a choice.
Alastair's dad then carried his kid forward.
"Now here's the part you're not going to like," Pablo said with a laugh.
Hearing this, Alastair began to wiggle around in his dad's arms.
'Are they going to sacrifice me to their lord? Did they figure out that I was reincarnated in the world?'
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Three years later.
The final bell rung, allowing all the kids to leave their classes and go home.
The school was not exactly needed for Alastair. His level of math and science were much higher than other children. However, his grades didn't reflect this.
He kept his grades down to not stand out; Alastair did this to try and not be seen as the hero.
And why didn't he want to be seen as the hero? This can be simply answered by one of the lessens that Alastair's teacher taught.
It was about the hero, and how much just everybody hated him. Like really wanted to kill the hero. It was to the point that the word 'hero' had shifted its connotation to a more negative one.
The students were even taught to report suspicious activity, though Alastair guessed that was more of a cult thing than a hero thing.
Alastair wanted to know more, but the teacher wasn't going to tell a classroom of students the whole story of the world.
But was one thing that the teacher talked about that worried Alastair to his core, well to be specific three things.
The Crimson, the Corruption, and the Hallow.
The Hallow was here.
'The previous hero must have killed the Wall of Flesh!'
This was not good news. The world was in Hardmode, and Alastair still only had copper tools. Luckly, it seems that no one suspected him to be the hero.
There were a few little problems. He didn't need to eat, sleep, or even drink anything to live. He still did all those things, but he never felt hungry or thirsty which had confused some of his classmates.
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Four years later.
"And remember five over ten is zero point five," a teacher reminded.
As soon as the teacher finished talking, a large single ring echoed through the school.
"Oh, it seems it's prayer time," the teacher commented, "Now close your eyes and pray to our lord," he then told the students.
Listening to the teacher, Alastair closed his eyes and reflected on his life so far.
His parents were nice; the food was decent but not up to the point of his original world, the only problem was that he may or may not be in mortal danger at any time.
It was understood that after fifteen years of a hero dying a new hero would be born.
This meant two things for Alastair. First, he was not the second hero, he didn't know exactly what number he was, but he knew he wasn't the second.
Second, if people haven't figured out already, they would know soon that there was a hero missing, that a hero wasn't caught.
Because, when a hero is caught, they aren't killed. They're brought to the Dryad. What happens when they're brought to the Dryad? No one knew.
"Ok class! See you tomorrow," the teacher said before all the kids opened their eyes and began to leave.
One of the few lucky things in Alastair's life was that his house was very close to the school.
Opening the door, he saw his mother sitting on a couch, kitting something.
"Oh, Alastair," she greeted how was school?" Cailyn asked.
"Good," Alastair responded.
Looking at the wall above his mother, Alastair saw his mother's old staff hanging there. It was a Finch Staff.
Apparently, Cailyn used to be an incredible summoner. But she gave up on her old life when she was brought into the cult by Alastair's father.
"Alastair's home?" Pablo said from another room.
"Yes, and he had a good day at school too," Cailyn recounted.
"Now isn't that nice," Pablo replied.
After a quick chat with his parents, Alastair went to his room and sat down to study world history.
He hadn't even opened his inventory for years, he feared that if he did anything weird, he would be brought to the Dryad, and worse, his parents would hate him.
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Five years later.
"And who can tell me the resting place of Cthulhu's Brain?" the teacher asked.
"The Crimson to the north," Alastair quickly answered.
"Correct! When the Dryad's fought our lord, his brain landed in the Crimson and took control of the Crimson, taking one of the world's means of balance and turning it against itself," the teacher added.
The thought of being reincarnated was a ghost in the back of Alastair's mind. The system stood unused, it still only had basic copper tools.
He had a specific plan that he was following in life. At twenty-one cultist could go out into the world and spread the word of Cthulhu. It's what his father did and it's what Alastair planned to do.
He was nineteen, so he didn't have too long until he could follow in his father's footsteps.
"Now kids, who's ready for a short trip outside the town?" the teacher asked.
"YEAH!" one kid yelled out.
"Too loud man," Alastair told him while patting him on the back.
"Sorry man," he apologized.
Chris, a good friend of Alastair despite being about two years older. He had failed the final test to go outside and preach, so he had to retake everything.
Alastair found it nice to have a friend who was older than everyone else, he felt a connection.
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The cultists walked around trees, careful to not lose track of the teacher.
The were in flat forest, several students had already tripped on roots, but they were fine.
"You know I've been here before right," Chris bragged.
Alastair didn't respond.
"Alastair? You there?" Chris asked.
"Yeah, just thought I saw a slime," Alastair said.
"A slime!" Chris exclaimed looking around.
"Kidding," Alastair responded with a laugh.
"That isn't funny man," Chris deadpanned.
Alastair continued to look up at the trees above him. The long trunk and the poofy leaves were an exact replica of that game.
'No, I didn't play any video games, I never had any video games, I've lived in the world my whole life'
The grass birds flew past him, snails crawled along rocks, and squirls climbed into trees. He wanted to play.
'There is no playing this is the living world of Terraria'
He wanted to build he wanted to test he wanted to create; he wanted to play.
'No, if anyone knows I'll die, I don't want to die!'
Blinking his eyes and looking around, Alastair noticed that he was separated from the group.
He was all alone.
Knowing that if night came, he would probably die, Alastair listened and looked around for anything that could bring him back.
It was then when he heard someone whistling a tune.
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If you guess 'The Terraria comic book' you would be correct!
Alastair is the name of the main character!