Hey guys! Wow, when's the last time you heard from me? Sorry about that. I've just been suffering from severe writer's block and laziness. However! A while back I decided to randomly re-read and edit FFOL into a novel-like format. The chapters are shorter, and Emily is a little less Mary-Sue, and a little more realistic. Or at least I'd like to think so. But yeah! If you liked FFOL and care to re-read it, as it was last updated over a year ago, feel free to follow this story! I will be updating each new chapter once or twice a day. Enjoy!

I pulled my thin jacket over my shivering shoulders as I proceeded to walk down the dirt road I had somehow found myself on.

"I knew it was a bad idea to come here…" I said to no one in particular.

I continued walking for about another 20 minutes until I came upon a giant, old-fashioned looking wooden bridge. Cautiously, I slowly made my way across it, taking soft footsteps.

When I stepped off of the bridge, I found myself standing in a very peculiar place. There was a small path that led to an old, abandoned-looking house, and trees surrounding the area.

"Ugh! No more trees!" I shouted. I had been walking the entire day and had been forced to look at nothing but trees, trees, and more trees. I sighed and reluctantly continued up the path.

The house looked bigger, and emptier than it had a few yards ago. I cautiously made my way up the porch steps and saw the door standing wide open.

"Weird…" I said to no one again.

I stepped up onto the porch and knocked on the door.

"Hello?" I called out. No answer.

I knocked louder. "Hello?" I said again. And again there was no answer.

I cautiously stepped inside the house, desperate to find out where the hell I was, when I heard coughing coming from the next room. I peeked around the corner and saw the coughing was coming from a man, probably in his mid-forties, and was very dirty-looking. I exhaled in relief and walked up to him.

"Um… excuse me, sir?"

When he didn't turn around I walked closer.

"I was wondering if you might be able to tell me where I am."

The man turned around and that was when I realized just how foreboding he was.

I gasped and took a few steps back, bumping into a table.

"Que carajo esta haciendo aqui? Largate perra!"

My eyes grew wide when I realized what he had just said to me. "O-okay…"

I turned around and started walking back to the door when I heard what sounded like the man picking something up. I glanced back just in time to see him try to slice me in half with a rusty axe. Screaming, I barely dodged his attack.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I shouted at him in Spanish as he slowly made his way to me, axe in hand.

That was when I heard someone yell "Get down!" from behind me.

I was confused at first, but did as I was told. I squatted down, burying my face in my lap, and covering my head with my arms.

Two gun shots were fired and I heard the old man fall to the floor with a grunt.

I carefully stood up, dusted myself off, and looked at the man who had just saved my life. He was a tall, muscular man, who was probably in his twenties. He had blonde, Jack Dawson looking hair, and was very (emphasis on VERY) handsome. He also had a few grenades, a gun, and some sort of aerosol can on him.

He opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by a car engine starting. We both ran to the window and watched as one car drove the other off a cliff, and two Spanish police officers were murdered.

"Shit!" he shouted.

He quickly pulled out what looked like some sort of walkie-talkie and began talking to somebody on it.

"Is everything okay?" A woman asked.

"There was a hostile local. I had no choice but to neutralize him. There are still others surrounding the area." He explained to the woman.

"Get out of there and head toward the village. Take whatever measures necessary to save the subject."

Subject? I thought.

"Understood," "He said. "But uh… there's also a girl here. She looks lost." He said, looking at me. I suddenly felt very self-conscious.

"Do you know her name?"

The man turned to me and asked, "What's your name?"

My mom had always told me never to talk to strangers, but something about him felt… safe.

"E-Emily. Emily Ryan." I stammered.

He nodded and turned back to his walkie-talkie.

"Her name's Emily Ryan." He said to the woman.

"Okay. I'll contact her parents and-"

"You can't." I said.

"Why not?" The man asked.

"They're dead."

And thus, the end of chapter one! I'll try to get chapter two up as soon as possible. Thanks for reading, I'll see you soon! xx