Mist gods

Personal project.

"Seems like every person in this village believes in this fairytale - that someone is living in the mists of the dead forest nearby. Someone with the power to grant a wish, to tell the fortune, to punish an enemy, to help a friend. Villagers placed wooden idols along the crooked path to gigantic moongates. I see faith and obedience in their eyes, they speak about it in whispers, and they call this thing a god. Last week, two people went to the forest to ask this mysterious creature for something. None of them went back. I was told it's a normal thing - sometimes it gives, sometimes it takes, sometimes god demands sacrifice.
In all my journeys, I have seen people, creatures, and I've collected hundreds of stories and fairytales, but I have never met a god.
Villagers are refusing to tell more, so my curiosity stays unfulfilled. Seems like I might go into the mists of the dead forest someday myself."

- Last page from the old journal, found in the old abandoned house on the outskirts of the village.