[The journal is well past halfway filled, and it's clear that whoever has been writing in this has been in jail for some time. The first entry details his detainment (over theft) and his jail sentence (three years). Several months' worth of entries are filled with the day-to-day boringness of life in prison, as well as this man's struggles with sharing a cell with an Ura, as he had never met an Ura before going to prison and he only knew the stories his father had told him about them. And since his father had been a military-type...yeah, not the most neutral opinions there. But yeah most of that can be skimmed, it's not so important here.
Closer to the end of the filled in pages, it's clear that this person has gotten on more friendly terms with his roommate, who is later referenced by name: Zed.]
I am not sure what happened, but it has to be something big. I saw the light, and I felt the burn of the heat, but Zed and I managed to avoid the worst of it. For one long, horrible moment, there was much screaming, and then all went silent-
[Bloodstains cover the rest of the page, and they seem to have soaked through, making the rest of the pages only readable in chunks. All of the following text is all that is readable on the next ten or so pages.]
-We counted by shouts, naming off ourselves. All told, there are sixty-one of us left in this cell block. I do not know if anyone else survived outside, but I can on-
-two days now. Zed and I had been saving our food for months already, as the guards liked to sometimes 'forget' our meals, no doubt because of who Zed is. The other cells with Ura in them had a similar problem, so they will last longer, like us. The rest have eaten through what little they already have, though. Zed wanted to share, but with no sign of any living guards, I thought it best not to-
-down to fifty-nine now. The screams last night seemed to come from one of the upper cells, which is where our missing brothers were. As hungry as everyone is, the worry over what happened is making everything wor-
-A group came through he cells today. I do not know who they were, but they had the pale skin and black hair that all Ura have. They went through, talking to those in the cells, unlocking some but leaving others-
-ty-three left now. Between those who left with the man, and those who disappear each night, we are down to less than half our original number. I hate to admit it, but I am afraid. When will they come for us? When wi-
-finally got Zed to explain why we were left. He said that they only wanted him. They were only freeing the Ura, not the Caels. He had refused to leave me behind to die, and instead was left to rot with me-
-ten left, maybe less. Our food has lasted us these three weeks, and the water dripping from the ceiling has kept our thirst at bay. But we are running out. Zed has a plan, we will be sleeping during the day, so that at night we can entice the beast to our cell. When it rips the bars off, we will take that time-
-leaving this here for whoever may find it. Do not stay in this place. The beast will devour you. We are going towards my home-
-find us there. If we survive.
Whatever may happen, whoever finds this journal, tell my mother I love her.
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Closer to the end of the filled in pages, it's clear that this person has gotten on more friendly terms with his roommate, who is later referenced by name: Zed.]
I am not sure what happened, but it has to be something big. I saw the light, and I felt the burn of the heat, but Zed and I managed to avoid the worst of it. For one long, horrible moment, there was much screaming, and then all went silent-
[Bloodstains cover the rest of the page, and they seem to have soaked through, making the rest of the pages only readable in chunks. All of the following text is all that is readable on the next ten or so pages.]
-We counted by shouts, naming off ourselves. All told, there are sixty-one of us left in this cell block. I do not know if anyone else survived outside, but I can on-
-two days now. Zed and I had been saving our food for months already, as the guards liked to sometimes 'forget' our meals, no doubt because of who Zed is. The other cells with Ura in them had a similar problem, so they will last longer, like us. The rest have eaten through what little they already have, though. Zed wanted to share, but with no sign of any living guards, I thought it best not to-
-down to fifty-nine now. The screams last night seemed to come from one of the upper cells, which is where our missing brothers were. As hungry as everyone is, the worry over what happened is making everything wor-
-A group came through he cells today. I do not know who they were, but they had the pale skin and black hair that all Ura have. They went through, talking to those in the cells, unlocking some but leaving others-
-ty-three left now. Between those who left with the man, and those who disappear each night, we are down to less than half our original number. I hate to admit it, but I am afraid. When will they come for us? When wi-
-finally got Zed to explain why we were left. He said that they only wanted him. They were only freeing the Ura, not the Caels. He had refused to leave me behind to die, and instead was left to rot with me-
-ten left, maybe less. Our food has lasted us these three weeks, and the water dripping from the ceiling has kept our thirst at bay. But we are running out. Zed has a plan, we will be sleeping during the day, so that at night we can entice the beast to our cell. When it rips the bars off, we will take that time-
-leaving this here for whoever may find it. Do not stay in this place. The beast will devour you. We are going towards my home-
-find us there. If we survive.
Whatever may happen, whoever finds this journal, tell my mother I love her.