Feeling the warm rays of the early morning sun on her face, Melinda opened her tired eyes. Her legs felt deathly numb, but she was happy. Her master's face was peaceful. Melinda noticed that Varn and Thar were also slowly waking up and looking around the car.
Melinda was surprised that Walter had kept up his Water Cannon spell for an entire night. "Good morning, Walter…" she said in a sleepy voice.
"Good morning, Miss Melinda," he replied in a calm voice. "We will be arriving soon."
Melinda looked out the car's window at the illuminated landscape. "Sure enough, it's a wasteland," she murmured. All she could see was cracked mud covered in sparsely growing grass among the frost for endless miles. The occasional naked tree dotted the horizon, lording over the desolate land. Due to the dry climate and lack of rain, this plateau was an impoverished land with infertile soil.
