Hey guys, 'sup? Glad you all liked the previous chapter, I was hoping I'd get it right this time. As a quick preview for this chapter, Hugo and Eris will be introduced, as well as a certain highly mentioned character. Also, if my "TrollCount" for this story rises above five, I will disable anonymous reviews. I'll let you know what count we're up to- we're on one at the moment.

I was supposed to update this on Thursday, but Fanfiction wouldn't let me logon. Also, I finished this chapter then realised how similar this was to The Miner's Destiny by FullMoonFlygon (mine is worse, obviously) but I swear I didn't copy! I swear on my life and the River Styx.

Ugh, I had severe writer's block while writing this chapter. It's like Chapter One all over again… By the way, I named my writer's block Bob. Say hi to Bob.

Sparkgirl64- Glad you liked it! I enjoyed writing Spark, it's nice to have a baddie in a while. I don't have enough evil characters to work with… Gosh, it's so annoying- every time I go to type Spark, I type Sparks 'coz I know someone whose nickname is Sparks.

MineGirl- You're not exactly too late, I'm not very harsh normally, but your character will have a more minor role in comparison to the other characters. Is her name TClaw or just Claw, by the way?

ABoxOfCrayons- Thank you, and when I was reading through it, I actually agree with you. I write rushed things, then in the midst of all the action I normally stop rushing. Spark pushing them into the portal was supposed to happen very suddenly though.

Noir the Fox- No, your OC's completely fine. Don't worry.

Casaric- Wow… totally the BEST review I've ever got(ten)! Jeez, I hate my grammar sometimes… thank you! I'll work extra hard on the other chapters I've got planned.

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Chapter Three- Reunion

Attila was screaming so hard as she fell through the silver mist, she felt like her lungs were going to burst right out of her mouth, and land on Will like a big pile of sick goo. It didn't really matter how much she screamed anyway, because she had his sock in her mouth, and she was sure nobody could hear her.

The portal never seemed to end. It felt like she and Will were travelling down, deep down into the very centre of the Earth, and Attila felt extremely isolated. She had given up long ago on trying to detangle herself from her knife, Will's katana thing, and Will himself. It felt like there was one more person in with them, who was holding on to both so tightly.

She was faintly aware of a scrabbling sound, two loud thuds and a chink, the sound a sword made when it was being drawn. Then the sock in her mouth wriggled and pried itself free, so that she could scream in an ear conveniently located right next to her.

All of a sudden, her body hit sand with a whomp. There was a sharp crack, and the sound seemed to be coming from near her foot.

Now as well as her arm, her ankle felt like someone had poured molten lead on it. And it happened to be her right ankle, too. Great.

Trying to stand up, Attila pried her face off of the sand and brushed away the grains. She hated it when there was sand in her eyes. It hurt. A lot. She bet that her eyes would look yellow and not blue-grey next time she looked into a mirror.

Rubbing her eyes would only push the grains further in. Luckily her eyes were closed when she landed, or she would've been blind. She flipped onto her side in an effort to get back up, but her ankle stopped. A whole ton of words she had learnt from the older kids at Ferivell High wormed their way to her head.

"Stay where you are and don't move," Will's voice came out of nowhere.

At first she thought he was talking to her, but as she looked in his direction she saw a very unexpected sight- her evil counterpart Spark with a sword pointed to her neck. The scene was hilarious- Will with his shoes off (she supposed they had fallen off while all three of them were tangled in the portal), with his sword-katana-thing pointed at Spark's neck. Spark was trying to slowly inch away from the blade. Her sock was a bit wet, which meant that it was hers who had served as Attila's gag in the portal, not Will's.

How the heck did she get there? Attila asked herself. And where are we?

Looking at her surroundings, she noticed they were made of blocks about a cubic metre in volume, but luckily when Attila looked down at herself, she was still human. Was this the world Spark was talking about? Suddenly, panic settled in and clogged her mind briefly. Would she ever get back to Ferivell?

A tree grew close to the beach she had portalised to, and she dragged herself to it and used it to help herself up. Her arm and ankle screamed while she did so, and she bit her lip to stop herself from screaming- again.

Deciding it would be better to wait until someone helped her up, she eased herself down onto the grass under the tree. It was kind of funny- patches of tall grass with red and yellow flowers grew on some blocks, while the other grass blocks were entirely flat. And instead of the grass blending smoothly with the sand, there was a very abrupt change in between the beach and the forest. Unnervingly, the ocean did not appear to have any waves.

Spark was still trying to escape, and Attila still had no idea how all three of them had gotten there. Both of them were totally and utterly confused, which helped quiet down the panic in Attila's heart. Will, however, was still cheerily waving his sword in front of Spark's nose.

"WILL!" she called. "Why the heck is Sparky here?" Spark shot a venomous look in her direction, and she grinned back. She decided to pocket the nickname away in one of her mental storage containers for further use.

"Grabbed onto her ankle. It was hard to do with all the screaming, y'know. Now it's sprained and I don't think she'll be going anywhere anytime soon."

"That's weird. My ankle's sprained too…"

"Now can you get this sword out of my face, please?" Spark shouted harshly. "I don't care, I don't have any information. Now can you please go away?"

"We're going to cart you off to whatever prison they have in this world first. Too bad, you deserve to be in there. We need some rope… do you have any?"

"Nope."

"Hurry up!" Spark barked. Neither Will nor Attila found any reason to. Attila dragged herself over and sat herself next to Spark, who clenched her fists but was unable to do anything about it. Making exaggerated, slow-motion hand gestures, she started to speak.

"Question one: Why did you go after us?" the younger brunette asked.

There was a pause. "Orders." Attila's older counterpart said through clenched teeth.

"From who?"

"None of your beeswax. Stay out of it if you want to get back to Ferivell."

"Geez, I love this sword," Will cackled, and swung it so it missed Spark's head by a hair's breadth. Spark sighed and muttered something indistinct, and Attila really couldn't be bothered to ask her again. She could have been lying.

And then, Spark grinned. Again. Attila didn't see anything wrong with the situation, apart from the sun setting. They really had to set up camp, but she didn't know how to make a campfire.

Will appeared momentarily distracted, and Spark used that opportunity to kick his sword away with her 'injured' foot. "Hey!" he shouted. He fumbled for his grip and Attila half-raised herself off of the ground, but it was too late. With a grin at the two of them, and a cry of something like, "Watch out for the creepers!" Spark was gone.

"We lost her," Attila muttered. "Well, what should we do now? The sun's setting, and we haven't made camp yet. We can't chop down trees, we don't have an axe. Great, this sucks. And we've gotta worry about the creepers." Attila shuddered as an image of a grotesque worm rather like a centipede sprung to her brain.

"At least we've got out weapons, though," Will tacked on brightly.

"What do you think they do to you?" she asked in a monotone as her ankle flared up.

"What?"

"The creepers."

"Oh right, them. Personally, I think you should just worry about some light. I can't see anything right now… hey! What was that? Stop it, Attila."

"Stop it what? I'm still here, if you didn't realise, holding my ankle because somebody's trying to be all happy. Look, we're stuck in a stupid blocky world here, and I've got a stupid ankle, and if creepers come and creep up on us we're dead." She glared at him, but it was apparent he could see nothing in the darkness. Waiting for a reply, she stifled a yawn. The night creatures of the land were starting to make some weird noises, like moans and howls. What could be out there?

"OHMIGOSH ATTILA!"

"What now?" the girl grumbled, neither bothering nor able to move from her current spot.

"AAGGHHH!"

"What's wrong?" Attila called tentatively. "Where are you?"

"ZOMBIE!" That didn't really help much. "RIGHT… BEHIND… ME… OW!" Feeling blindly, Attila had slashed something with her knife, and though she heard a strangled kind of moan, she had also felt like she had scratched Will.

The moon glided out from behind a cloud, and moonlight illuminated what had been originally darkness. Attila clapped her hands over her mouth.

The night creatures of the block land were truly horrendous. Attila didn't even know what they were called, but they all seemed to be leering at her and slowly shuffling with their arms outstretched towards her. They looked like green zombies, complete with rotten clothing and flesh, but they were angular like the blocks which made up Blockland.

Fortunately, this time Attila could see what was going on, so she began happily hacking the zombies to bits. They died pretty easily, and with their outstretched arms she could either duck in and stab the zombies or slice their backs open.

Unfortunately, there seemed to be an aura around the zombies which tired humans when they approached them. After about two minutes of fighting, Attila dropped down to her knees. She couldn't fight anymore. The whir of the sword next to her also faded away as well.

Then an arrow whizzed through the air, and smacked into a zombie's shoulder. It made a strangled moan before turning to attack the archer. Two more arrows arched out of the night sky simultaneously, but they both missed. The new archers were nowhere as near as good as Spark, and Attila didn't know whether they were friends or not.

"Help!" she cried, as her eyes swam. She heard several swords being drawn, then the rest of the zombies fell quickly. Relieved, she shakily accepted a large hand being offered to her, and pulled herself up, then collapsed again when her ankle wouldn't hold her weight.

"We need some porkchops for this girl," the owner of the hand, a male, said. "Quickly, before the zombies come at us again." A slice of meat was shoved in Attila's mouth, who instantly felt a lot better. Her ankle was still bruised, but it no longer hurt, and the arrow wound disappeared.

"What was that?" she asked unsteadily.

"What, never heard of porkchop? Ever?" another voice, a female's, asked, laughing. "Ethan was like that, wasn't he, when we first met him, though… well, I suppose you've lost your memory or something like him. By the way, I'm Eris, the best Skylord candidate in Minecraftia. And you are…"

Head to fuzzy to register her brother's name, Attila blundered, "What?... Oh, Attila."

"Will's getting cleaned up, he has quite a nasty scratch, but other than that, he's fine. You'll have to do better than that, if you want to survive out here. Which town do you come from?"

Quickly making up a town name in her head, Tilly replied, "You wouldn't have heard of it, it's a small village called Derider." Eris shook her head. Now that she was in the moonlight, Attila could see that she had pale hair and was holding a bow in one hand and a hand cannon in another. Another, strangely familiar voice called, "Who's got the torches?"

"Me," Eris called back. She pulled some sticks from her backpack, which lit once she put them on the ground. Seeing Attila's surprised look, she said, "Seriously? Torches? Everyone knows what they do! Mobs will spawn otherwise… and we need a shelter besides. Geez, I ran out of ammo halfway through battling some Creepers near the Shiprock. I hate them."

"What are Creepers?" Attila asked. Eris looked at her like she was an idiot.

"You don't know what Creepers are?" she asked incredulously. "Seriously?"

"No…"

"They're green, they frown a lot, they've got four legs but stand upright like us, and they love to creep up on you then explode."

"O…kay." Nervously Attila looked over her shoulder. "Who else is travelling with you?"

"There's me, obviously, and I'm the one who normally gets us out of trouble, then there's Hugo. He's so arrogant," and so are you, Attila thought, "but he's really strong, even though he's incredibly reckless. It was his idea to charge straight into a group of Creepers, now his hair's half burnt off, not that it makes any difference because his hair was so long anyway. Then there's Ethan, he had no memory of where he came from but we found him. He's great with redstone wiring and rigging traps."

Attila's heart leapt to her mouth this time. Ethan?

"Is his name Ethan Glade?"

"Yes… why? And how did you know? You're not the sister he keeps talking about, right? Her name's Tatiana or Tilly or something. Doesn't start with- hey, what letter does your name start with-"

"I'm his sister, and I need to see him right away," Attila cut Eris off. Excitement bubbled in her chest. "Where is he?"

"By- by the fire," Eris said, obviously shocked. Attila somehow walked away feeling a bit smug. She didn't like Eris much.

Tilly crept up on her brother and tapped his shoulder. Her breath caught in her throat.

All of a sudden, a sword went swinging in her face. She managed to dodge just in time, but instead of recognizing her face, Ethan kept on charging at her. Hugo and Eris watched some way away, not reacting, but Will stood up and shouted, "It's Attila! She's nice!"

"Don't you dare fool me," Ethan growled. "I know it's you, Spark."

"But I'm not! Can't you see…?"

Finally taking the time to look at her properly, Attila's older brother dropped his sword in shock.

"Holy mother of Notch," he muttered, running a hand through his brown hair. "So you got trapped too? Mum's gonna go mad, Tilly, she so is."

"She is, isn't she?" Attila grinned as Ethan hugged her. She squirmed a little- she hated hugs. "What have you been doing while you've been trapped here?"

"Wandering. Stayed in Icaria for a while, met Spark there, you seem to know her. I saw her hanging around somewhere, but that might've been you."

"But Spark was on Earth! She went back and forth through the portal!"

"Did she? Is your brain okay? Look, nobody can go through either side."

"Ask Will," Attila sad defiantly.

Will nodded in response. "Yup. Definitely saw her, and I even pulled her through the portal with me. Her assassins ambushed- can I call you Tilly? They ambushed Tilly, and we got captured, but we managed to break out and Spark pushed us in the portal, but we pulled her in with us."

Ethan appeared to be in deep thought. "She's off her rocker, Spark is. She was nice before, you know. Now she's, like, serving someone as evil as Israphel."

"Who's Israphel?" Will asked.

"Evil dude who lived a couple of hundred years back. Tried to spread the Sands-"

"What's the Sands?"

"A desert. Anyway, he tried to spread the Sands but some people shut him back in the Nether, which is basically hell according to the old stories."

"Sorry to interrupt, but I need some sleep," Eris pointed out. "In other words: shut up."

Ethan grinned. "Don't mind her, she's always like that. Lady Skylord Moonchild, they used to call her. Fitting name, really. She's sometimes as loony as Spark."

"Shut up!" Eris yelled, next to a little dirt house she had built up. Attila was amazed at how quickly she had done it.

"What is this place?" she asked.

"This is the alternate universe of Minecraftia, and we're currently just outside the Cave of Terror, where a Hellgate used to be. We'll explore it later, and go to Terrorvale while we're at it. Haven't been there in a while, it would be nice to see some old faces again. Claw and the others must be dreadfully bored."

"Shut up!" Eris yelled again.

"We'd better do as she says, I'm feeling a bit tired too," Will mumbled as he slouched into the large dirt house. "Goodnight, everyone."

Attila shrugged. "I need to sleep as well."

After retreating into the house, Attila was shocked to notice some comfortable-looking beds down on the ground. These were not camp beds.

Too tired to process the thought, Attila yawned, mumbled "Goodnight" and closed her eyes.

Hope you liked this chapter, a review would be much appreciated. Remember, no trolls or flamers please, if you want to say this story sucks, just tell me in a civilised way. There is a reason we go to school, you know.

The next chapter will be called Meeting Minecraftia. That's your sneak preview.