"It started around a year ago, and at first we had no clue what it was. The Mist consumed and turned everyone it touched, but by the time anyone figured that out at least 75% had become a Misted. I fear that Earth might soon fall. I am on a quest to find Ariciem, the jewel that will stop the Mist. I am keeping this journal in hopes that if I don't make it, someone will find this and find Ariciem.
Its too late. Its too la" Aaron stopped. The journal ended here, as if the writer was suddenly pulled away. He turned towards his two friends. "This must have been written just five months ago then," "You're right. They must have become a Misted, but before that they seemed to be looking for the same stone we are," Emma responded, looking around nervously.
"Let's leave this place," Ben said, slowly turning with a cautious look on his face. "I don't trust it."
The three friends turned, and sprinted towards the door, putting themselves far away from the old house.
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Emma grabbed a bun from the small pile of food they had stored away.
"We're running out of food," She noticed, with a frown. Aaron turned, with a similar frown, then inhaled sharply.
"Run," Was all he needed to say.