The Rise of A Hero.

by Naren

Rating: teen
Tags: Adventure, Violence, Crossover, Human, Twilight Sparkle, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark
Length: 4786

Twilight Sparkle has been through many things. This though, waking up as a human in a unfamiliar world, will test her in ways she could never imagine. A Terraria/Calamity Crossover.

A Terraria/Calamity Mod Crossover
Link to Calamity Mod-Steam Workshop::Calamity Mod (steamcommunity.com)
Disclaimer-I do not own the rights to Terraria or the Calamity Mod. I am simply writing a story based in their incredible world.

Twilight Sparkle had seen a lot of things. A nightmare made manifest, The physical Incarnation of Chaos, A shapeshifting bug, A Corrupted King from centuries past, A magic eating Centaur, and even a time-traveling unicorn hell-bent on destroying her friendships. She was the Princess of Friendship and Harmony, the Alicorn of Magic itself. Waking up in an unfamiliar forest, in a body not her own and devoid of magic is a challenge she had not been expecting. Can she overcome and triumph against this new, cruel world? Or will the consequences of war the shook the heavens drown her in an endless calamity?

Published 2023-11-10 14:50:01 UTC
Last updated 2023-11-14 03:04:04 UTC

The First Day.

Twilight opened her eyes slowly and was met by a blinding light. Her bed didn’t feel right, and she could feel a soft breeze send a chill through her. She let out a groan and turned to her side. It didn’t help with how uncomfortable she was.

“Spikeeeeeeeeee,” Twilight yelled, her eyes still closed. Her voice seemed to disperse in the air, not echoing off her castle’s wall. “Spikeeeeee, can you close the window?” There was no response, besides the shuffling of trees in a breeze. Trees?

Twilight’s eyes snapped open, revealing the world outside—a forest. The trees were tall, swaying in that breeze. Even higher above them, she could see clouds march across the sky. Above all of them, an unfamiliar sun cast rays of light downwards, but they did little to warm her. Adrenaline surged through her veins, and Twilight could already feel a panic attack coming on. She took a deep breath and raised a hoof to brush some of her mane out her eyes.

It was then that Twilight realized why things felt so wrong. Twilight tried to keep calm; she really did. However, the realization that her hoof had been replaced by a human hand was too much for her. Twilight’s scream echoed across the forest.

Slowly, so slowly, the panic attack began to fade. Her desperate gasps for air leveled out into long, deep breaths. The nausea that had threatened to cause her to puke had become a small discomfort in her stomach, one that she should be able to overpower. The worst thing was that depressive feeling of exhaustion that seemed to plague her, but she had endured worse before. She would never tell Princess Celestia(even if she probably knew), but Twilight had pulled all-nighters before. Sometimes the books– especially history books– were too good.

With some effort, Twilight pulled herself to her hooves–feet. To her feet. Using the tree she had woken up by, she managed to get fully upright. As she overcame the last of symptoms of her panic attack, she did something that always made her feel better. She made a checklist.

Get bearings-Check. She was in a strange forest, and while she could see some movement around her, nothing was jumping out to get her. Examine Body-Check. She was mostly definitely a human, even though she was quite sure that she had not traveled through the mirror. Her skin was different from her time in the other world, as instead of light purple it was pale-ish tan. She was wearing the same clothes she had before. That was convenient. Magic-It was gone. Twilight tried to cast a dozen different spells, but like the two other times she had been across the mirror, she couldn’t access her magic. She put that up to a lack of a horn. And finally, Spike. It was then that Twilight realized that she was alone. Her number 1 assistant was gone, or rather, had not traveled with her. Spike had always been her, even in the mirror world.

She was alone. Twilight could feel tears begin to well up in her eyes, but she furiously wiped them away. This was no time to cry. Later, but not now. She was a Princess, she could handle this. She would overcome this.

Twilight carefully pushed herself off the tree, making sure to keep her balance. Even though she had only been a human twice, she was quickly able to adjust to walking like one. Left forward, then right, then left again. Pretty soon, she was able to walk upright and straight. Despite her questions, such as how or why she was here, Twilight knew the basics. She needed to survive, stranded as she was. She needed to secure a couple of things. Water, Food, and Shelter. Twilight had read a lot of books, including survival guides. While none explicitly pertained to her situation, the general concepts would be quite useful.

“You got this, Twilight. All you have to do is remember what you have read, and apply it. It's just like one of Princess Celestia’s tests…” Great. She was already talking to herself.

The number one thing she needed to secure was water. Water collected at the lowest points, so she needed to head wherever it sloped downwards. She hadn’t walked very far when she heard the distant sounds of rushing water, and a smile erupted on her face. That was when she heard the second sound.

Off a few feet to her right, she heard a strange noise. It was the rustling of a bush–but it sounded oddly wet. Twilight took a few steps back as the noise got louder, and closer. Holding her breath, she waited for whatever it was to jump out at her.

And Jump it did. A weird, slimy blue orb leapt out the bush, easily reaching 10 feet. Huh. Her mind had automatically corrected for human measurements. Odd. It landed directly in front of her, and simply sat there. Twilight’s innate curiosity got the better of her, and she slowly approached to investigate.

It was shaped like an ovalish sphere, made of an odd blue gel. It had no face, nothing to indicate that it was alive, yet it quivered and shifted like a living creature. Twilight reached out a hand to touch the strange living slime, and immediately regretted the action. As soon as her hand made contact with the slime, a sharp pain raced through her hand and arm.With a yelp, she yanked her hand back, causing her to stumble backwards.

Twilight looked at her hand, and her eyes widened. There were burn marks along some of her fingers, which she quickly deduced as acid burns. The slime was acidic. She turned to look at the blue orb, and barely managed to dodge its leap. It was trying to hit her. And judging by her fingers, which she was currently cradling with her other hand, letting it touch her would end very, very badly.

That left Twilight with only one option. She ran. She booked it away from the orb of acidic pain, running towards the sound of water. She didn’t stop running until she had reached the river. Then, and only then, did Twilight allow herself to stop.

Twilight guessed that she had rested for only a couple of minutes, but that was all the time she had allowed herself to rest. She still needed to get the basic necessities, and now also avoid acidic slimes. What was this place? She took a look at the burns on her fingers, and was amazed at what she saw. They weren’t red anymore. Infact, Twilight could see new layers of skin had already formed over the burn marks. She was quite sure that Humans nor ponies healed this quickly. Shaking her head, she once more tried to get her bearings.

Twilight nearly gasped in shock. Just up the river was the best possible thing she could find. A town. Granted, it didn’t look like it was in very good shape, but it was still a sign of civilization regardless.

She immediately began to head to the town. The town was on the opposite side of the river, but fortunately, there appeared to be an extremely rundown bridge crossing the water. Carefully, Twilight made her way over the bridge and onto the otherside. Then, she was finally in the town.

The Town was abandoned. Doors were missing, roofs had caved in, and more than few foundations had begun to crack and fall apart. Cobwebs and vines covered some of the houses, causing Twilight to wonder what had happened here. In the center of the decayed town was a large well, even though the town was situated directly next to a river. Twilight took a glance into the well, and while she saw no water, she did see a rope descend into the darkness.

As Twilight explored, she found a couple ruins of note. One was definitely the main hall, but it was ruined and she didn’t even want to get near it. Another was a blacksmith, where she found a dull copper pickaxe, a damaged copper axe, and surprisingly, a sharp tin broadsword. There was an abandoned cart, one that reminded her of Trixie’s cart. A longing for more familiar times echoed painfully in her heart, but she pushed it aside. In it, she found a tin staff topped with topaz, a couple of potions, and an odd Crescent-shaped statue. She took the staff, using a makeshift walking staff, but left the other items.

She finally made it to the last building of note, one that called to her and caused her pain simultaneously. It was an abandoned library, with bookshelves full of cobwebs only. But the roof hadn’t fallen apart, the door was still there, and besides a couple of vines, the foundation was secure. She had found a home.

She pulled a chair from another house into the library, along with a raggedy blanket she had found in one of the ruins. She pushed the chair so that it was next to the table that was in the center of the library, and all but fell into it. She had secured water, and shelter. She had also managed to find a small cellar by one the ruins, which miraculously was still intact. When she had ventured into it, she found old bread, some unlit torches, a bunch of bricks, a couple of objects that looked suspiciously like bombs, and a broken tin hammer. Fortunately, that secured food. Now, all Twilight needed was fire.

She took some of the torches, and headed over to the ruined smithery. There, she found what she had been searching for. In one of the chests she found a rock and piece of metal, along with some dry fiber. Carefully, she struck the metal with the rock, causing a bunch of sparks. They fell into the fiber, which quickly caused a small flame. Using that flame, she lit one of her torches and headed back to the library.

On the table was an old candle, but it still looked usable. Using the burning torch, she lit the tip of the wick, which cast light across the abandoned library. She placed the torch in an iron sconce on the wall, and finally, she was able to relax.

Twilight awoke to the sound of whistling. There was someone else here. Her first thought was that they might be able to help her, but it was tempered by a feeling unfamiliar to the Princess of Friendship. After her encounter with the slime, which had looked safe and friendly, she needed to take this carefully. She grabbed the topaz staff, and quickly snuck over to the door. She peered through the crack between the door and the wall. She saw a human, a man, with a gray shirt and blue jeans, standing outside. He had long brown hair, which seemed to hang over his face. There was a book strapped to his side, along with a bow and some arrows strapped to his back.

The man seemed to be investigating the town, peering into ruins and occasionally checking the book on his hip. Then he turned, and looked at the library. Twilight saw his eyes narrow at the light coming from the windows, and then his gaze met hers. With quiet “Eep!” Twilight scrambled backwards. He had still seen her.

“Hello?” The man called out. “Who are you?” When Twilight didn’t answer, he spoke again. “My name is Andrew, I mean you no harm. I’m, well,... just a librarian, passing through.” A librarian? Twilight snuck a glance through the crack in the door, and saw that Andrew was standing a dozen or so feet away from her. He had his arms out in front of him, away from the bow on his back.

Twilight took a deep breath, and spoke. “What do you want?” She tried to channel her inner princess, and managed to get a semi-regal tone in it.

“I originally planned on camping out here, as night is fast approaching, but instead I have found you. Did you use to live here?”

Twilight thought for a moment before responding. “No. I woke up in the forest, without a clue of how I got here.” Honesty was best after all, just look at Applejack.

Andrew nodded, mulling over what she had just said. “Then it would seem that you might need some help. This world can be very unforgiving, after all.”

“Help? How would you help me?”

“I am a librarian, I have learned many things about this land. I could be a sort-of guide, I guess.” A guide…Twilight nodded to herself. A Guide would be very useful, especially when she knew next to nothing about this world. A considering how that slime burned her, she wouldn’t get very many second chances. Twilight stood up fully, and opened the door.

“Very well, Andrew.” Twilight said, trying to channel her inner-Celestia. “Your help would be greatly appreciated. Welcome to my–slightly ruined– abode.” Andrew grinned, and walked inside to inspect the library.

“You decided to live in a library?” He questioned, but saw a flicker of a scowl in her eyes. Quickly backtracking, Andrew tried to placate her. “Not that there's anything wrong with living in a library, of course. Just an interesting choice, that's all.”

Now that the slight against her honor as a librarian and avid book reader had been amended, Twilight let out a little smile. “Well then, Guide.” Andrew looked at her with a raised eyebrow and smile. “What’s the first piece of guidance you have for me?”

Andrew’s smile faded as he looked past her, and out a cracked window. Twilight could see that the sun had begun to set, which raised a whole lot more questions about the nature of this world. It may have been her imagination, but she could have sworn she saw something streak across the sky. “We should stay indoors at night. It is very dangerous to be wandering around in the dark. Especially for someone who is unfamiliar with this world.” Andrew said, causing Twilight to wonder what could make the night so dangerous.

“The tombs of the Dragons stir. My eyes lift to see ancient dust dancing from high ledges.
These grand wings… How long has it been since I was a hero worthy of their name?
It feels like centuries have passed, yet all I've done is blink.
Look upon my works, as they are… Ruined. None would dare seek me out; tread my path.
Naught awaits them in this cruel world.” – Awakening.

Author's Note

Equestria is a world of Peace and Harmony, Terraria is not. Yharim's war has left the world in ruins. A hero, a true hero, is needed to save this shattered world.

Woooo, A new story. I am working on the update to Consequences, but it's coming a little slowly. This story is indeed focused on the world of Terraria and Calamity, which has some really rich lore. I do want to make it a bit more realistic, as this is a world and not a game.

I will say that this story was inspired by a single npc in the calamity mod, which created a seed of an idea that my muse has latched onto. There is a problem, as the lore of calamity isn't fully finished, so I may have to take some creative liberties when it comes to those problems.

Let us hope that Twilight can survive this world, because Terraria is not a forgiving world. (Especially in Revengeance mode.) May Harmony Prevail, and the Abominations slain.

The First Night.

Night had fallen quickly, far quicker than she had been expecting. Granted, she was used to the beautiful sunsets of Equestria, but it was still a little shocking how dark it got. The stars and moon did little to illuminate the overgrown village, creating an eerie and frankly scary feeling. Even worse were the sounds that she occasionally heard from outside, which were reminiscent of a creature groaning.

Andrew seemed to be on edge as well, rubbing one an arrow he had pulled from his quiver. Every so often, his eyes would flick to the door. She could feel the tension in the air, and she didn’t like it at all.

“Andrew.” Twilight said firmly, despite the honestly hostile atmosphere. “Andrew, what’s going on?” He turned to look at her, eyes focusing on her as if they just noticed her.

“We need to stay indoors. It's very dangerous to wander outside at night.” Andrew said to which Twilight all but scoffed at.

“You said that already. Why is it so ‘dangerous?'” Twilight asked. Andrew was about to answer when something slammed into the door. Andrew leapt to his feet as Twilight fell backwards, surprised by the sudden action. The door shuddered as something hit it again, causing dust to fall from the aged walls.

It kept going for what must have felt like hours, but were probably only a few minutes. Twilight could see parts of the door buckle, and some of the wood cracked and snapped, but the door held. Eventually the sounds stopped, and Twilight let out a breath she had been holding the entire time the door had been getting beaten.

“Andrew, what in Celestia’s name was that?” Twilight swore, but she could see him raise an eyebrow at her words. He shook his head, clearing his thoughts, and spoke.

“That, kid, is why it's dangerous to wander outside at night.” He didn’t answer Twilight’s question, much to her frustration. Twilight tried again but got no further answers from her “guide”. This left her with two options, and unfortunately, Twilight’s natural curiosity got the better of her. She approached the door, and ignoring Andrew’s sudden shout of alarm, yanked the door open.

Twilight instantly regretted her decision. No, “regretted” was too weak a word. Twilight loathed her decision to open the door. She felt a wet fist slam into her stomach, launching her backwards into the room. She rolled a couple feet, coughing up blood as she came to a stop. That wasn’t good.

As Twilight turned to look at the open doorway, the creature stepped into the candlelight. Twilight tried to scream, but instead coughed up more blood. That really wasn’t good. The creature, the monster, was vaguely humanoid. In fact, it may have been human once. Now, though, it was a rotting, walking corpse. A zombie.

Twilight could see the decaying skin droop off the living-dead, as well as the multitude of holes cutting through the zombie. Where it’s left eye was supposed to be, was instead a gaping abyss in which Twilight could see the night behind the creature.

As Twilight gazed in horror at the monster in front of her, an arrow suddenly slammed into the zombie’s head, causing it to stumble back a couple of feet. However, It didn’t do much more than that. The monster quickly recovered, stumbling into the candlelight.

Andrew launched another arrow, which caused a slight smirk to grow on his face as the arrow hit its mark. It was quickly wiped away as he saw the zombie barreling down upon the young girl. He hadn’t even asked her name( which was a mistake on his part, but he had been a little busy at the time). She was frozen in place, and he could see a little blood dribbling down her chin. The zombie had hit her hard.

Left with no choice, Andrew grabbed the topaz staff from off the table, and fired a magic bolt into the side of the abomination. The yellow bolt, which seemed to linger in the air for a little to long for his liking, scorched the side of the zombie. That finally got its attention, drawing it away from the poor girl. He couldn’t let her get hurt, even if she was a bit naive.

Firing another arrow, it hit the rapidly approaching zombie. Unfortunately, the arrow did little to slow the monster. It slammed one its rotting fists into Andrew’s shoulder, which he was unable to dodge. In response, he drew the Iron short sword tethered around his waist. He always kept the sword hidden, as the secrecy lent him extra options in scenarios exactly like this.

He thrust the blade into the rotting corpse stomach, and it cut easily through the decaying tissue. He drew the blade back, and managed to hit the monster again before it could react. It raised an arm, before slamming it downwards and towards him. This time, however, Andrew was ready for it.

He shifted backwards, allowing him to dodge the zombies' blow. More than that, however, he was able to raise his sword and put in an extremely advantageous position. The Zombies arm descended, as it was either unable to move in time, or it didn’t even know to in the first place. The arm slammed into the raised iron blade, which sheared through the muscles and shattered the already blow. Using the monster’s own blow against it, he severed it arm at the elbow.

The hit caused the zombie to stumble backwards, and horrifically, it fell right next to the girl. That seemed to snap her out of her shock, causing her to scream. This time she managed it without coughing up blood. To the Guide’s horror and irritation, the girl bolted. Outside. She ran outside, into the night. Into the very dangerous night. The one he had specifically warned her against.

The Zombie tried to crawl after her, but Andrew fired an arrow at it, pinning it to the ground. He approached it quickly, but carefully, as he didn’t want to make a stupid mistake. Like running outside when it was night. He took his short sword and slammed it into the zombie's cranium. That, finally, was enough to kill the rotting creature. He didn’t have time to revel in any victory. Instead, he sheathed his sword, readied his bow, and ran outside.

Twilight was stupid. She was so, so stupid. Why had she run outside? What had possessed her to do something so stupid? She couldn’t answer those questions, and instead ran for her life. That zombie had hit her hard, really hard, to the point where it had put her in a state of shock. That had only been lifted when the same rotting corpse slammed into the ground right next to her. Then, in a fit panic and terror, she had run away from the creature and into the night.

It wasn’t Princess Luna’s night, that was something she could feel deep in her bones. It was hostile and territorial, almost as if it was alive. The moon especially seemed wrong to her, something so deeply off about it that she couldn’t find the words to describe it. Only the stars seemed to welcome her, and even then, they were distant. She was alone.

That was a lie. Twilight felt the swish of air behind her, and dove to the side almost instinctively. A round shape crashed through the place she had been standing moments ago, bouncing off the ground and racing into the sky. In the dim moonlight, she could barely make out what she was seeing.

Her eyes widened and her heart, which was already beating quickly, doubled its pace. She couldn’t scream as the floating eye turned midair and began to streak towards her. This time, sprawled on the ground, Twilight found she couldn’t dodge the blow.

Twilight screamed, a sound of pure pain and agony leaving her lips. The nightmarish creature slammed into her shoulder, and she could feel bones snap like twigs. She had been feeling weak ever since she had woken up in the forest, but this was so much worse.

The blow flung her a good five feet backwards, which got her a small distance away from the demonic eye. It hurt, it hurt so much. She couldn’t focus, as pain ripped through the core of her body. Twilight did her best to crawl backwards, but she slipped on something wet. The warm liquid running down her shoulder, arm, and leg gave her a very good idea as to what it was.

That slip gave her the horrible, terrible, perfect view of the approaching eye. IT streaked down towards her, intent on killing her once and for all. She was going to die. The realization shook her, down to her very core. It was a primal fear, one shared by all living creatures. She was going to die here, killed by a floating eye.

Then it happened. It happened so quickly; she barely knew what happened. The eye was baring down upon her, intent on smashing her into a paste. Then, from the heavens above, a glowing yellow object slammed into the demonic eye. The eye exploded into a shower of blood, all illuminated by a glowing star. It sat only a foot away, pulsing gently.

As Twilight stared at the fallen star, she swore she could feel something call to her. It was familiar, an old feeling that seemed to resonate within her inner core. Just as quickly as she had fallen in the trance, pain momentarily forgotten, she heard a voice calling out.

“Kid!” It was Andrew’s voice, and she could hear the panic within. However, by snapping her out of the trance, the pain of her shattered shoulder and arm returned. “What the fu–” Twilight couldn’t hear the rest as she let out a pained groan, her shoulder hurting too much for her to power through it.

Blinking her eyes only drew her attention back to the glowing star. It pulsed softly, and with her working hand Twilight reached out for it. She managed to grab one of its points as she felt Andrew take hold of her, and slowly started to pull her back to the library. She groaned in pain but refused to let go of the star. It had saved her, somehow.

Eventually, after a couple of excruciating minutes (which felt like hours to her, but pain does weird things to somepony’s brain), Andrew pulled her into the house. She was barely able to hear the sound of the door closing, and the Guide placed something against it to bar it from opening. Twilight could feel herself fading in and out of conscious.

Twilight opened her eyes to see Andrew standing directly above her, holding a weird red bottle in his hands. She could see him speaking and was able to gather the general intent of what he wanted. With a trembling hand, she took the bottle with the arm that wasn’t shattered and bloody. Andrew had already uncorked it, so Twilight raised the bottle and drank.

The first thing she noticed was how cold it was. The liquid, while not freezing, was far colder than it should have been. It wasn’t a hostile and freezing cold, but the chill one feels right after a rainstorm in the wind. It was like drinking from a crystal spring, it felt good. However, there was something else strange happening. The pain in her arm was fading, replaced by a friendly warmth.

Twilight stretched, and in a shock, she realized that her shoulder had been completely healed. All that remained was a small scar, but it was so faded that one would have to really look to see it. The injuries from before were completely gone, all due to some red drink. Andrew must have seen the confusion written on her face, as he spoke.

“That was a healing potion, kid. It does as advertised, it heals you.” Twilight’s eyes opened her eyes wide. “However, you can’t drink a lot of them very quickly. The results, well, are not pretty.” Andrew said, which put a slight damper on her joy. “You should be able to take one every minute or so, if you really need to push it.”

Twilight tried to speak, but all that came was a hoarse whisper. The potion was unable to cure exhaustion, then. “You’ve had a pretty rough night, kid. You really ought to get some sleep.”

“My name…is Twilight.” She croaked out, which caused Andrew to smile.
“Very well, Twilight. Now, you really need to sleep the rest of the night. Tomorrow will have its own fair share of excitement and pain. Go to bed.” With that, Andrew laid the raggedy blanket she found earlier in the day over her. It didn’t take very long for the depths of unconsciousness to claim her. Hopefully her dreams would be pleasant, as this world was anything but.