A/N: This introduction isn't something I'm particularly proud of, but I'm posting it anyway, for the convenience of the people who like reading my stories. I ask you, readers, do not judge the entire story based on this one glimpse, and to please read the actual first chapter.
The sound of laughter rang through the no-longer empty house. Two teenage girls were the cause, disturbing the silence more so by walking up the creeky stairs. Both were lean girls with fair skin, though one had the slightest hint of sun.
"I still can't believe you left that guy your number." said the taller one, chuckling while brushing back strands of her long dark brown hair. Her forest green eyes held a certain amusement, as though there were some joke that only she knew.
"Well, Lea, it's called living. Besides, it's not like he'll even call." The reply came from the shorter girl, whose dirty blonde hair was currently falling into her hazel eyes. They both proceeded to set their purses on the table at the top of the stairs, still smiling and laughing.
"Kylie, knowing you, he probably will." The two chuckled at this. "Can I use your computer? I want to check my e-mail." The blonde nodded and walked down the hallway, followed by her friend. Kylie habitually reached for the knob and, turning it, pushed open the white door. She saw the familiar sight of her bedroom and stepped inside. With a slight scream, she fell through her hard wood floors and disappeared. Lea froze in her spot, simply looking at the place where her friend had previously been.
"Uh, Kylie?" she said towards the floor, "I'll be right back, okay? I'm gonna go see if I can find something to help... somehow." But, as fate would have it, Lea was fairly clutzy, and as she tried to step away, the brunette tripped and fell in the same spot Kylie had, and disappeared.
"Ow!" shouted Kylie as she ungracefully fell onto the soft grass. Her ears were instantly assaulted with screaming and jeering, provided by the massive crowd that surrounded her. Before the blonde was fully able to grasp the situation, her best friend landed just as ungracefully beside her. The two gasped as they looked and realized where they were. The loud mass of demons, the stadium they were in, and the ring staged primarily at the center of it could only mean one thing:
The Dark Tournament.
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