Wicked

Step after step, each foot pounded against the asphalt, sending sharp jolts up the traveler's bones. The blazing sun glared down on the bleached road, causing a bead of sweat to trickle down the carrier's forehead. The land around the long, thick road was flat and barren, and a yellow-ish green color from the crumpled, dying grass that should have burnt up years ago. Forests swirled around the outer rim of the letter carrier's sight; the trees would have been a dark green but now burnt in various colors. Not a cloud was in the sky to block the sun, but the carrier was happy. Rain in this land was dangerous, just as the forests, water and stones. The carrier was exhausted, he had barely slept last night after fear that the monsters would find him, and the sun didn't help either - especially after days of constant running with little food. But the carrier didn't slow. He was too afraid that a bit of magic would trickle out of the forest, and this magic had acquired a taste for blood.

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