Black mist swizzled. It made people feel alone, scared and sad. It took people away, never to return. It was cold as ice.

Yellow mist wrapped around you like a fuzzy blanket. It made you feel in place, at peace, saved and happy. It made people feel healthy and sounded like your favourit music. It was warm.

Black mist did do something good. It made people feel sad when a person died.

Yellow mist did do something bad. It made people too excited and made them forget all other emotions.

One day, they were both swiling to the top of a hill where hell and heaven met. The yellow mist felt an emotion that made him feel cold like he was drowning in ice. The black mist felt an emotion that made him feel the pleasant kind of warm.

That was the day yellow mist (Will) met black mist(Nico).