Choice #3 Deep in the heart of the Amazon jungle lived an ancient race of native beings called the Nimori tribe. Within the tribe there were a series of various families that lived in their village. There were the Juks, Sumkas, Milaros, Tibagos, Timbets, Shikarchis, Mumbanals, Ragastapins, and about 7 to 8 other families. The tribe had a very old and very wise shaman that provided healing and guidance to the entire village. The sense of community was great among the families, sharing many of their resources with each other, never stealing or disrespecting each other. The entire village, its adults, children, and even animals, which included pigs, dogs, and even rats, acted like one big family. Like any family, there were a set of rules that everyone was expected to follow. Some of the basic rules included not stealing from one another, ask before you borrow, respect one another, the usual rules that families abide by. There was one rule, though, that was rather strange. There was a pond near the village of the Nimori tribe, but this was no ordinary pond. It was spoke of to be an evil pond, one that would transform any good person that fell into it into a beast, a demon with evil power that blinded them to attack anyone near them, no matter who they were. Foreign objects would often float to the surface of this pond, from where nobody knew. The rule stated that no one would hunt, trap, gather, or even travel near this treacherous pond. Each family paid close attention to this rule, and the children were taught to stay away, and most of the time they did so. Except in the case of one Nimori boy by the name of Solan Ragastapin. One fine day in the wilderness, Solan decided to go hunting. He crept up on a jaguar he found, but not being the most skilled hunter because of his age, he startled the animal. The jaguar began chasing him, and before he knew it, Solan was sprinting through the jungle to escape the angered jungle cat. The jungle grew thick for a moment, and Solan couldn't see where he was going. He felt the ground become cool on his feet, and slippery, almost water-like. It was too late before Solan realized it was the pond he was falling into. He sank into its depths quickly, without another word. It was not until the friend he was hunting with, Burak, came around the pond looking for him, calling his name, that Solan emerged, eyes black as the night, full of evil. Solan hands and feet had grown and turned white, his body had grown as well. Shocked, Burak could barely move as Solan continued to get out of the water. Only when Solan began to attack Burak did he know that this was no longer his friend, and he needed to fight his way to safety. The two friends battled each other, Burak for his life, and Solan with blind hate. Most of the fight included Burak running ahead of Solan, and being tripped, having to fight his way up and ahead of Solan until he made it to the village. He was just within the walls of the village when he got tripped up again by Solan and was forced to fight way away, except this time, he had back up. The men of the village had heard Burak screaming for help as he ran for the village, and were ready for Solan. They leapt on him, one man to each limb, and wrangled and pinned him to the ground. It was still hard for four men to do so, the evil within Solan was strong. The shaman of the village climbed upon Solan, performing a ritual he had only had to do once before when something similar had happened. Solan twisted, shook, twitched, tried to get away from his captivity, but he was held good under the strength of the four strongest men in the village. It took several hours of chanting, praying, and herbal remedies before any sign of recovery was show in Solan. From then on he cooperated better, and the villagers could tell the the good in Solan was fighting for freedom from this demon inside him. Another several hours went by, the crowd of villagers patiently waiting, and Solan was himself again. The evil spirit had gone, and he was now at peace. He apologized to Burak for attacking him, and thanked all those who were involved in securing him, especially the shaman. Solan owed his life to him. Solan grew up to be a great hunter, and raised a family of his own. His favorite thing to tell his children from that day forward was to never ever go near the pond. He knew firsthand the terrible consequences of simply not paying attention to his direction in the woods.