A/N: Oh my god, I'm so happy! I've got seven reviews, which is way more than I hoped for! And the OC's are all brilliant too. Don't be angry if yours isn't in this chapter, I'm planning to introduce them slowly so as not to induce panic and memory shortages. And the role your character has to play will depend on how they fit into the storyline.

I've got one flame, I did read it, but I'm not in the least bit insulted, I actually thought it was funny. Heck, it was hilarious. You flamers and trolls think you're so good... I deleted it, wouldn't want other people to get ideas, wouldn't I? Then I would have to clear up more trash...

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Sparkgirl64- Wow! I'm so relieved. I thought the first chapter was pretty sucky, actually, and not up to my best standards, and then you said it was good! Thank you for submitting Spark, she will appear in this chapter.

ABoxOfCrayons- Nice username. And it's nice to have some pointers, sometimes you just get sick of fake words (not that I've received any from the reviewers, you all rock). I meant from the teachers. This chapter will be longer than Uprising, and I'll edit my grammar more.

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Chapter 2- Assassins

Attila froze in place as she heard the voices getting closer and closer. Her heart thumped so loud that she could see it beating through her shirt. Experience had told her that noises in a wood, coupled with the glint of a sword she had just saw, meant that the situation wasn't good.

Thieves! she thought.

And fortunately for her, experience had also told her to never go into the woods unarmed, in the case of an attack like this. A group of thieves lived near Ferivell, preying on travellers through the forest. They were one of the reasons why Ferivell's population was so small.

For her birthday, her parents had gotten her a cool wrist sheath which allowed her to strap her knife onto her arm then, when the need arose, use it to defend herself, though she didn't really know how to use a knife as a weapon and mostly trusted her instincts. Her knife slid into her palm. She held onto it tightly.

The voices got louder.

And then five bandits suddenly burst from the bushes. They were each garbed in black, so it was impossible to tell which was which.

She was surrounded. She hacked and stabbed with her knife, trying not to get touched, all the while slowly backing into the direction of The Patch. She deliberately took a step backwards, faking a look of panic that wasn't too hard, considering the current situation. Fortunately for her, these thieves weren't the brightest. They weren't the best at fighting too, or they would've demolished her in seconds because she was so clumsy with the knife.

Sweat covered her hands, making it hard for her to grip her knife. It felt... wrong in her hands, like her playing a violin with her left hand holding the bow. She didn't like it at all.

Everything was a blur, the swords trying to get to her, the arrows being fired at her by a sixth bandit in the bushes. She was relying on instinct which hadn't been used for generations, instincts which dated back to the old days where everyone had to be on guard, day or night.

A sword caught the edge of her knife, and it flew out of her hands. Panicking, she kneed a thief in the stomach and pried their weapon, a dagger, out from their hands. She nervously swooped down and picked up her knife. She had two weapons now.

She took another few steps backwards, gaining confidence slowly but surely.

And unfortunately, not all of the bandits were as dumb as the ones with swords. What seemed to be their leader, the sniper, picked up on what she was doing, and jumped right into the fray, hurling arrows at her with frightening speed. He or she slowly backed Attila to the clearing where the attack had started. There were scratches all over her arms and legs now, mainly from the leader's arrows. Many were starting to bleed.

Miraculously, the edge of the dagger caught on the leader's mask.

She flung it off and revealed a girl's face, with blue-grey eyes and short brown hair like Attila's but with both a shade lighter than her own. The eyes widened quickly, then she disappeared into the bushes, but her arrows didn't. It was becoming increasingly harder to fend off everyone.

A thought occurred to her: Surely the thieves could see she didn't have any valuables, so why bother to attack?

Unless… the concept of them being assassins was outlandish, but it was possible, even likely compared to what had happened to Ethan. Her whole sixteen years of life had been far from normal.

There was a hiss of pain from another thief when Attila somehow scratched its arm. Scarlet blood dripped through its black clothing. She allowed herself a small smile of satisfaction before she felt an intense pain everywhere.

Everything burned now. Every nerve in her body was screaming with pain as she looked down at the arrow in her arm. Black seeped in like shadows from the corners of her eyes. She gasped and trembled, her arm shaking the most, until she could no longer feel it. It hurt, it hurt, it hurt... her knife slipped out of her numb hands and pinged in the floor softly.

Swaying on the spot, she barely had enough time to hear a sound which she would've thought impossible- metal clashing on metal once again. And then she finally gave in to unconsciousness, but not before seeing a new boy with spiky blond hair battling the assassins with a skill that amazed her.

Attila woke up groggily, wincing as her wound throbbed. She remembered where she was immediately.

Strong rope was binding her to a tree. She couldn't move her hands or feet at all, though she could still talk through her gag. That was probably the work of one of the dumbest thieves.

The assassins must have caught us, she thought. Panic spiked in her chest, making it heavier than normal. She turned her head to the right. A bored guard, who was thankfully looking away, was all that was there.

To the left, there was the boy who she had seen right before she fainted. He was already awake, but he hadn't noticed her yet. She scrutinised him closely. Blond hair, green eyes, leather jacket with a green and blue shirt, jeans and brown sneakers were all she could see of him. Yup, he was the guy who fought off the assassins. He was around her age, maybe a bit older and taller.

As if he could sense her looking at him, his head snapped to her and his hands moved to his scabbard, which was empty.

Wait… his hands moved.

As subtly as she could, she tilted her head downwards at his hands, which were unbound. When she looked up again, he was grinning.

Yes! She thought.

She tilted her head to one side and mumbled, "What's happening? Why did they get you?"

Just as quietly, he replied guiltily, "I tripped. Sorry. The only reason why they haven't beaten you up yet is because they're not sure whether you're this Attila they're mentioning over and over again. Something about a brother."

They came through the portal and they're keeping me hostage because of my brother! They're after me!

She said, "I am." The boy's eyes widened. "So what's your name then?" she added quickly, masking her feelings.

"Will." Hm. He might've just made that up on the spot.

"Do you have a plan?"

"We'll pretend to be asleep. Their leader's name is Spark, the unmasked one. She looks a bit like you, but older, you'll know when you see her- she's the most dangerous. The rest are just idiots. She'll question you, you'll make up a fake name, and disguise your information. When they're asleep, I'll free you and we'll sneak away."

"But… how did you get free?"

"I've learnt how to untie myself heaps long ago." Thoughtfully, he added, "It's come in handy heaps, you should learn yourself. That way if these guys come after you again, you won't have too much of a problem when they bind you."

There was a rustle in the grass nearby, and then somebody clouted a fake-sleeping Attila on the head. She started and 'woke up'.

Spark was standing in front of her. Her cold eyes glinted. "So we've caught little Attila, now, haven't we?"

Too easy. She strained against her gag, trying to speak. Spark loosened the gag. "Where… is… she?" Attila moaned in a high voice before fluttering her eyelids, looking like she was in pain. Spark hit her again.

"You seem to look awfully like her. What's your name?"

"Georgia Ann."

"Last name?"

"La-Latey. Me and Attila used to be b-best friends before she decided to be unpopular. Ugh!" Attila contorted her face so it would look as snobbish and dumb as possible.

"You fight well," Spark said grudgingly. Not going to fall for that one either, you idiot, Attila thought. She shrugged as much as she could.

Spark sighed and retreated to her tent. Attila desperately hoped she didn't overdo the imaginary Georgia Ann's personality. Will nodded to her, providing a measure of relief.

They waited for an hour for the guards to fall asleep. Then Will slipped out of his bonds, cut through Attila's, knocked out the guards, and slipped through the camp to Spark's tent.

It was very risky, but they needed their weapons back. Will and Attila nearly got caught several times, most of which were Attila's fault. Unlike Will, she had never taken any swordplay lessons and therefore was less agile than him.

"Will you just be quiet?" Will hissed as Attila tripped over a tree root. "We're going to get killed if you keep on doing this."

From her spot on the ground, Attila rolled her eyes and whispered, "Sorr-ee!"

Finally they made it. They had no trouble identifying the leader's tent, as it was the largest. There was a soft breathing noise from inside, it was perfectly regular.

Excited, they darted towards the doorway. None of them made a sound. They were nearly there…

"And what do you think you're doing?" said a cold voice from behind them.

Attila's heart nearly stopped. Her mind raced, disbelieving. They couldn't have been caught!

They whirled around, scared out of their wits.

"Idiots. You didn't even notice my choice of guards! I don't know why your brother is as smart as he is. And you- breaking out when there were guards right next to you! Sheesh. They might be dumb, but they're trained well, unlike you, Attila Glade. And yes, I know who you are now." Attila inhaled sharply. There was no point denying it. Spark knew.

"And why are you going after me?" Attila inquired in a voice as cold as Spark's. "The last time I checked, my brother was sucked in by a portal thing. He's not anywhere in the land of the living. So if you hold me hostage, it won't work."

"He might not be on Earth, though. Haven't you ever considered that?"

Judging from Will's expression, he had lead a safe life wherever he had come from.

"Seriously? You guys are mad, mad, mad! That portal thing was a trap laid by some hunters or something. And Ethan would've come back, y'know. It's not like he would desert his family."

Now Will looked really confused. Attila vowed to explain to him later.

Spark seemed to be debating on something inside your head. Then she sneered, "Take your weapons. See how well you survive against creepers and skeletons and whatnot. And there's no way back."

Up until then, Attila had focused her attention on retrieving her weapons. Then she noticed where they were- right in front of the portal thing.

Spark only needed to push them back a step before they toppled into the mist.