A/N: Some of you who have been around for ages might remember my first story, For a Free Minecraftia (which probably gained half its reviews due to the OC contest and not the actual writing)- rereading it, it's crap. Excuse my swearing, but it's crap.

Which is why I've decided to rewrite it. It probably still sucks, but hopefully not as much as before.

I've also changed a lot of things from here- for one, FaFM is not a Yogfic anymore. Tilly no longer goes by a guy's name (unintentional, I swear), and only a few of the OCs I originally accepted will be used in this- Hugo, Eris, Will, Selene, the shadow thing (spoiler), and a few more if I can dig up the files I put them in. Spark will make a reappearance under a different name. A OC contest might happen in the future though. ^_^

The language that the evil guys speak in the beginning actually isn't keyboard mashing. It's Shorehkir, which will be explained in later chapters.

So I'd better just let you guys read the chapter now. XD

Chapter One- Uprising

It was completely dark outside when the final block was put in place.

Hissing in satisfaction, a figure pulled out his flint and tinder and lit the inside of the structure- an obsidian portal frame towering metres into the air. The inside burst into flames for a second before settling to a screen like a warped violet sky. He retreated to a safe distance. The only sound then heard was the moaning of the mobs in the night.

A zombie shuffled over to the human, who nearly sliced its head off before realising who it was.

"Paher," he spat, pausing for a moment to cast a critical eye at the zombie. "Yehen tia borehmah ldorf..." The contempt was heard clearly in the man's voice, even in this foreign tongue. He paused for a moment, a wicked sneer distorting his features, before continuing berating the zombie. It was clear he enjoyed doing this.

The zombie started to interject but was cut off by a sharp "Tia nor!" This was obviously a command for silence, as the man put his finger horizontally across his lips.

The man's ears served him right. There seemed to be some kind of rustling on the other side of the portal- almost like somebody walking on grass. Only a human could've placed grass in Hell, and no human would ever willingly go there unless they wished to die.

The portal wavered for a moment. A shadow flickered angrily at the edge of the cave, hidden from view, before it slipped behind the cave mouth and disappeared.

Another two creatures- a human and a large spider- leapt from the portal. The human had a lithe build and brown, roughly-cut hair, and was sporting heavy armour accompanied by the best of the weapons. He gave a short nod towards the zombie and a smile towards the other human, who returned with a sharp salute.

The spider was hideous- bulky, huge legs and fangs dripping with venom that seared holes in the ground. His four eyes were varying shades of green and red- the other four had been blown off his face by a stray block of TNT many years ago. Even Paher, his mob-kin, had to avert his eyes. The spider didn't seem to notice though. He started talking in the same language as the others had been earlier, though his voice had an edge that sounded like steel grating against steel.

"Zn cralin ahlee Brinreh jir Minecraftia..."

It was a cold, blistery morning that day in Ferivell as Tilly woke up. She closed her eyes again, pulling the blankets over her head in an attempt to block out the cold. It didn't work. The brunette wearily stretched and rubbed her eyes, and finally decided to leave the warmth of her bed. Slinging a jacket around her shoulders, she stuffed her feet into some warm slippers before making her way to the door, stumbling and tripping numerous times. She paused and glanced in the mirror, taking some time to hurriedly brush her shoulder-length hair and part it at the top. She grimaced at herself, her blue-gray eyes dull against her broad-nosed face.

Nobody was in the kitchen when she arrived, so she poured herself some cereal, added milk, and started eating. It tasted good - Tilly hated milk unless it was with cereal, and she hated cereal unless it was with milk. The two made a good combination, she had decided. She put the now-empty dish into the sink and made her way to the back door, which led to the woods surrounding Ferivell. Out of sheer boredom, her feet found her travelling the familiar paths through the forest.

She passed the property's boundary line and continued to trek on a wide path that she knew would take her to a place known as The Patch, a glade where four-leaf clovers seemed to grow as if by magic. Scanning the ground in front of her, Tilly couldn't find any four-leaved clovers today. Disappointed, she sat down on a log, rubbing her hands together and blowing on them. It was unusually cold today, cold even for England, but the skies were clear. Nobody was expecting any snow today. That was fortunate. Tilly was already half-frozen.

She lived in an English village which was founded sometime in the Middle Ages and was surrounded on all sides by a thick forest. The village was relatively small, having a population of only around two hundred; this mostly consisted of people whose families had lived there for centuries, like Tilly's, and medieval historians. The area was notorious for its many bandits.

After a while in which Tilly was nearly frozen to her log, she rose from the seat and continued exploring the woods. Her brain didn't register where exactly whe was going. Without really noticing where her feet were stumbling, her leg caught on a thicket of thorns.

Pain.

She rubbed her leg absentmindedly, her breath misting the air. She had heard there were some tourists in town- she would have to get back soon. Her mum worked as a tour guide. As a chore Tilly had to keep the kids of the visiting families entertained and safe- a difficult task, since half of them appeared to have some kind of mental disorder or was allergic to the sight of her. She had a look around the pine forest.

It seemed familiar. Very familiar- too familiar, though she could've sworn she hadn't been down that path for years.

And then it clicked.

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"Come on, Tillsy!" twelve-year-old Ethan Glade yelled over the babble of the creek nearby. He waited impatiently for his sister to catch up before complaining, "You're too slow! I could've run ages and you'd still be at The Patch."

"But you're older than me," Tilly protested. Her legs were aching from running so far and so fast. "And Mummy told us to not go past that stream. I'm telling!" In reality, she was just looking for an excuse to stop running- she was so tired.

Ethan laughed. "I didn't go past the stream yet. We're just past The Patch, remember? This isn't even the stream! The real stream is, like, ages away from here." Tilly, finally remembering that this was, in fact, the brook which went around The Patch, scowled.

"Promise you won't run any more," she muttered.

"Fine… Hey, sis, c'mere and look at this." Tilly ran over to where Ethan was standing in front of a tussle of a kind of thorny plant. "I'm sure there's something hiding here, do you want to look?"

"I don't know… the spiky things hurt. Remember when Ricky poked me and Claire with one?"

A pause in conversation.

"Uh… no, but I'm looking anyway."

Tilly grabbed her brother's arm and tried to pull him away from the thorns, but he shrugged her arm off and lifted the bush anyway. He was silent for a while, staring at whatever was inside the bush, until he finally spoke in a whisper.

"Wow, Tilly," he breathed.

Curious, Tilly crept over to where Ethan was standing, then recoiled. "Ethan, don't go in there! Bad stuff are there! We should tell Mummy!"

"Don't be stupid, this is obviously a prank." He put his hand inside the mist. Tilly tugged on his hand, trying to get him to stop.

At that moment, he stepped into the portal, and a white light enveloped him.

"Ethan?" Tilly whimpered. But then her brother's shape began to shimmer, then disappeared.

Tilly stood there for a long time. She was still little- too young to understand what was happening- and was too stunned to move or cry.

Then suddenly, she took off through the woods for her home.

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Slowly lifting up the thorns and fighting back nausea, Tilly looked inside. The portal was still there.