Wrath's Journey

The crows sped the man on his way, the ravens also cawed a song for the man, despite the lateness of the hour, and only the bats dared to share the sky with him.  Magic fueled him, and the dark power of his wrath accentuated the man's power and speed.  The entire forest that Fennel Hazel had lived around passed by in the matter of an hour in its entirety.  Cities and towns of non-magi and Witches dotted his path and he ignored them.  'The Tower of Barcali…'  The thought dominated the man's thoughts and he moved as a man possessed and half dead to the sights and sounds of the lands around him. 

But Magic could not sustain him forever, and his brain knew it, in spite of his justifiable wrath. 

Another hour into his journey he was already at the disputed borders between the Wizards and the Witches.  He landed and walked up to an inn which was in the process of locking up for the night.

"Feed me."  He demanded, marching to the landlord and standing before him.