It was a dark and chilling night in December. Snow was falling onto the streets like tiny fairies. No one was on the streets, all in their homes, drinking hot chocolate or telling stories to their children. Well, except for one person. In a cloak as dark as the night itself, they went around, putting mysterious letters into everyone’s letterboxes. A strong gust of wind blew, blowing away the hood, revealing a ponytail as red as carrots. Somewhere else in the world, another person in a cloak was putting the mysterious letters into their fellow kin’s letterboxes. But this time, they were wearing a cloak as blue as the summer sky. It hurried along the alleyways, trying to deliver the letters in record time. While running, the hood fell off, showing off a mane of chocolate brown hair. Elsewhere, another mysterious figure was also delivering these letters, in a cloak as red as rose. It tread along the snow in graceful, light steps, no care in the world. They were slowly making their way across the streets, pausing every now and then to find the right envelope. Then they slowly took off the hood, while a crop of curly black hair descended, like a small waterfall.
These were the letter-deliverers of Azaleaton, who deliver the letters bearing good news, like miraculous recoveries and astonishing successes. They were Katniss, Luna and Freya. Katniss had red hair as red as carrots, green eyes and a light complexion. Luna had the curly black crop as dark as the night and a dark complexion with icy blue eyes, while Freya, had a mane of chocolate brown hair and light brown eyes and a medium

complexion. Each did their work in an honest way, but each did it a slightly different way. Katniss really was a shy person, preferring to deliver letters in quiet neighbourhoods. Luna did hers in large places and is as regular about her tasks as a clock. Meanwhile Freya was energetic and sociable, and could deliver letters to enough apartments and houses and estates about the size of New York in a night, due to her liking of being the early bird. This night was the busiest nights of the year, with fathers writing home in hopes of spending the New Year’s with them, students writing to their parents about the marks they scored in the end-of- term examinations, and CEO’s writing to their employees about how the year’s shares had gotten better and how the company couldn’t do without them. Thousands of letters to be delivered, and thousands of homes to be sent to. Of course it was going to be busy. Millions of people were expecting their letters. Most people didn’t know that every letter that sent the joy throughout their hearts, they were delivered only by the letter deliverers of. A zealeaton Without them the millions, or billions of
letters would have been forgotten by the years. Everyday, a piece of joyful news about their loved ones would reach a person anywhere in the world, from Turkey to the USA, from India to China.
But this year was slightly different, there was news about people recovering from a sudden pandemic called COVID-19. People cannot simply go out and post their letters to a post-box, instead the letter-deliverers had sometimes found letters addressed somewhere else on the doorstep of many houses and apartments, waiting to be found by the mailman the next day. Luna, Katniss and Freya agreed that there was an error in the post delivery service and delivered them back to their respective places, which got to their destination without delay.