A wonderful forest took its power over a small amount of land, between the hot desert and the towering mountains there was little room for a proper forest. This forest was the only bit of foliage to have earned the right to call itself a forest. It was of course not a regular forest, not in Evelon. Magic wove its way through the leaves and vines and roots; tainted the air and the water. This made the forest take different shapes every corner a traveler turned. Luckily a few magicians found this unfavorable for trade and set up one dirt path through the forest that could not be changed. At least that was how the story went.
-Part 5-