A young boy walked through the forest which was coated in fog. He had been warned by others from his village to stay out of here, but his curiosity got the best of him. His bare feet were dirty from the long walk, but he didn't mind.

All around him though the air was silent. He could barely see where he was putting his feet in front of him and once or twice he stumbled and fell on his face. The sound of a twig snapping to his right caused him to turn his head to look.

"Who-who's there?!" He called, his voice shaky.

"Help! Someone help me!" Came the sound of another voice. It was a little muffled though and he guessed that was because of the fog. Trying to figure out a way to get to the person, at least he thought it was a person, he began to head in that direction.

His foot slipped on a wet rock that was in his way and he fell down, landing on something sharp which crunched under his weight.

As he pushed himself up onto his elbows, his hands touched something solid like bone. Looking down and around at where he had fallen, he noticed that's what it was. A large pile of bones inside a small shallow dip in the ground.

Disgusted by this, he quickly got up and scrambled backwards until he stood up on his feet again. As he looked around at the bone pile, he heard a person yell for help again.

He looked around at the area, but saw nobody. Yet that voice was heard again. He started walking towards it, silently hoping that he would find whoever needed help. The fog began to thin in some parts and he could see a few saplings a...