MagiStream

You are a lone traveler on the Alasre Mountains when you happen upon a rotting young girl. Shocked, you looked around, when you see a blood splattered diary near her hand. You hesitantly pick it up and begin to read.

October 16 2013
Dearest Diary,
You never will be read. Not because of my isolation, no.
There is simply the fact that no one is here to see the words I have recorded on your pages. I couldn’t let them see them either!
I am on the run. I never should’ve killed that Nandi Bear egg. Doubtless it is something I will regret forever more.
Because the other bears are after me. They want my blood. They want vengeance. Why the hell did I take that dare?
Perhaps I should explain, diary. The web of my life is complicated and fragile, like a cobweb.
The fellow Magis I knew dared me to smash a newborn Nandi Bear egg.
‘Do it, Eko,’ they had shouted. ‘Don’t be a wuss. Come on. You’ll be a better Magi!’
I should’ve known. Killing an egg to make me a better Magi was a crime in itself, and the damage is still raining all around me. But those Nandis saw me kill their spawn and will kill me. I can hear their roars echoing around now, and I had better get on the move.
October 17 2013
Dearest Diary,
I can stop for rest now. The bears chased me up the Alasre Mountains-- I can spy the Caves of Nareau, too. Maybe that’ll distract the Nandi Bears long enough for me to get myself straight. I will start a fire, rest some, and eat. Then I will be on the move once more.
How will this go down, diary? One has to die, that much I know. I know the behavior of the bears. I had one before it passed in my Keep. They'll stop at nothing to kill me.
I can run, but for how long? My strength is waning.
Oh no. I can hear them scuffling outside. This entry is done for now, diary.
October 18, 2013
Dearest Diary,
I am injured. Forgive the blood on the page. The bears charged me and I only barely escaped alive. But my mission has failed.
These bears have given me fatal injuries. And I know I will die.
I cannot write.
I should have never taken that dare. Because I can see death no-

As you finish reading the journal, it cuts off with a jagged line where the writer died and the pencil fell.