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= An Even Darker World =

Greetings everyone,

Although it is my surname, I like to introduce myself as Almeida. My beloved class is 11th-A.

The major reason why I decided to create " ** ﻿ An Even Darker World ** " was to build a pleasant way to improve everyone's English vocabulary and grammar acquirements.

I would like to welcome you to join this activity, which is actually a pretty simple thing to do.

The point of "** ﻿ An Even Darker World ** " is to create an endless story. You just have to continue what the last person wrote. It is not hard, is it?

Please read these rules very carefully before you start: - It is not allowed to end the story. - You cannot kill the major character (Amaris). - It is forbidden (to everyone except me) to clear or adulterate any text written by other users. *New Rule* - You shall not kill or corrupt Naa'Riama, she is immortal and extemely benevolent.

Well done, it's time to start our story...

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** An Even Darker World ** If you are expecting to read a story full of flowers, unicorns and lots of joy in pinky sceneries, you are not in the right page. This is a story of death, despair and corruption. This is a story placed in an even darker world that ours. This world is being fulfilled of misery and hunger, people are dying and killing in order to survive. Although there were never seen such dark times there is light at the end of the tunnel, there is a girl who might be able to set this place free of all the evil that consumes it: Amaris... (Almeida)

Amaris was a girl haunted by the demons of her ancestors, evil spirits linked to this world because they wanted revenge. They were betrayed by another family when the town was pillaged, and even so that Amaris was a little girl when that happened, she would remember those hours for the rest of her life: ""They are coming!" "Who is coming daddy?"  "Bad people, very bad people. We need to hide." As he said this, he grabbed her and took her in his arms to the shelter they had under the house.  All the family was there already. They were all gasping but in a certain way happy because they knew they were safe.  Hours passed, and no one dared to take a deep breath, no one moved a muscle...  Suddenly the family heard steps above. They were terrified. Amaris' father whispered her:  "Run through the ventilation system."  "I don't want to leave you" she said crying  "But there's nothing you can do here. Run, may the Gods protect you ." And so she did. Amaris began crawling as she cried, but when she heard a door opening she looked back. A big, rude man entered the shelter followed by their neighbor. As the first saw the family trapped, he handed the second a bag full of money. Amaris couldn't bare to watch more. She ran away..." (Joao Neto)

She ran through the ventilation, she ran until she could not run anymore. The sound of her father's voice disappeared as she run away, as the house was not too big the ventilation system was not too, so when she started seeing a light she realized she would achieve the surface. And what was a confusion! What was the correct thing to do? Should she get out of there or stay until all the noise stop? (MarianaF)

In a discharge of adrenaline, she thumped the grid that led to the street and jumped out of there. Eleven years passed since that day, but she had it agonizingly well recorded in her brain for all that time. With seventeen years old, she was almost a woman, her fire-coloured hair, although she hadn't time or means to take care of it, remained decently straight and silky. Her breasts were steady and perfectly round and her violet eyes were shiny enough to embarrass the moonlight. Her outfit was tattered and dirty but her boots excelled because of their immaculateness. The reason for that fact was that she had stolen them from a rich men who was sleeping in his backyard. Thievery was her way of life during the last decade, she had no choice, she found herself forced to steal in order to eat and to survive. Unfortunately, the world was full of beggary. Amaris was starving. She had nothing to eat in the past three days, so she entered a tavern. Inside there were mostly ragamuffins wasting their last coins on mead, beer and rum. Debauchery and sin reigned. The barely dressed wenches, with their mostly naked lubricated bodies, hypnotized just about all men in the den, which unfortunately, had no money to spend on those princesses of lust. (Almeida)

Looking for something to eat she approached one of the ladies there, Nancy was her name, and asked her what she could eat with the money she had. "Not much" was the answer she got from Nancy, "but you can gamble with some of the man back there, you can't be always unlucky" she said as she looked to her torn clothes. (Joao Neto)

She approached the balcony looking for something to steal as the clerk asked her what she needed. He was around forty, he was short, fat and bald. He also had a gray baerd. He was wearing a poor tonic and brown trousers. She told him that she didn´t want anything and he moaned turnig to attend an ugly man with a big scar on his face at the other tip of the balcony. She had to tr ake the chance, there was no one looking. Stealthy as she was, she picked the bread in the other side of the balcony and quietly left. (Pedro 11ºA)

As she just slipped the bread into her pocket, two man dressed in white from head to toe entered the pub. They looked really strange, with their steady glares and their unnatural faces. Their colourless suits and glossy cloaks gave them an holy look. Side by side, they walked to the balcony and one of them asked two cups of chamomile tea. His voice shivered everyone in the den, it was angelical, it seemed not to come from him, but from an immaculate chorus. The barman didn't move for some moments, it was not known whether his amazement came from the voice, the looks or the weird request. Then he shouted something to the maid and, suddenly, everything in the bar just turned normal again. Amaris sank into the closest chair. "Who are they?" she whispered to one of the hookers nearby. The lady sited next to her and straightened her hair behind her ear. "They'rrre The Sentinels" she explained in her purring way of speak, as she was from a foreign country, with a dreamy look, as if the most promiscuous things were passing by her mind. "They'rrre in serrrvice of the most extraordinarrry perrrson in the worrrld." "The most extraordinary person in the world? There are no extraordinary people in the world." "Yes therrre arrre! At least, she inspirrres me..." Amaris laughed. "Oh, really? And why is that?" "She is the only perrrson in the worrrld who is not dead, brrroken or drrrunk. She is perrrfect!" Amaris wasn't believing it, but she was enjoying that conversation, in her opinion, that prostitute was just an ignorant, naive and futile girl who had nothing besides a hot body. "Does that marvellous person have a name?" "Yeah! But I can't prrronounce it... Just spell it... It's N-A-A-R-I-A-M-A." Amaris petrified; another shiver ran down her spine. She had already listened to that name, during her travels, in a distant land. Legends from the entire world said that that terrific being was the living embodiment of perfection. Even her father talked about her once or twice, but he also said that she had not been seen for thousands of years. That name started to float through her thoughts... Naa'Riama... Naa'Riama... Naa'Riama... (Almeida)

She left the tvern with the name in her thoughts. It was getting dark, so she went to the bridge to find cover under it. She sited there and sleeped. (Slotter)

It was near two in the morning, and the moon was shining in the city. Somewhere near the bridge two drunk men were singing... "I head to a tavern for a drink And get so drunk I cannot think A wench by my side and a jug of mead These are the things that I most need So I sit back and sing this song And drink and party all night long" It was a normal night in a busy city like that one, even what was about to happen to Amaris was a normal seightening for the local folks. As she sleeped, a dark shadow approached her, quietly, but not quietly enough for Amaris' trained ear, and as soon as the shadow got in range she jumped and pointed a dagger to the stranger. Surprised, the strange jumped back and took his own dagger from the sleeve. (João Neto)

Amaris got well trained surviving in the streets of a world full of violence and murder. With a clever movement she made the stranger's dagger slip out of his hand catching it immediately with her free and submitting her opponent with both weapons crossed against his neck. The cloak felt. "You?! What are you doing here?" "I had to follow you. I had to rrran!" said the whench, a little bit terrified. "You arrre going afterrr herr harren't you?" "Naa'Rima... Yes... How do you know?" "I could see it in yourrr eyes..." "You are mad. Go back. You are loosing the only job in the world where you can get some money. And if you follow my path, you'll probably get killed; I've made lots of enemies." "Perrrhaps you need a frrriend..." "I won't ever trust you. I won't ever need friends." (Almeida)

Amaris put her dagger in the sleeve and tossed the other, then she sat to go back to sleep and the hooker sat with her. (Slotter)