Several days had passed since the incident in the forest. The attack and Elira's abduction had left us both restless, sleep never coming easily. It was hard to close our eyes knowing we were being hunted: me for my blood and race, and her by the shadow of her own father.
Today, we finally crossed the endless plains, leaving behind the territory of Ashvale. Though it was only a modest town, it ruled over vast stretches of farmland and small villages that thrived under its protection. It had been a shield for those people against the demon continent. Now, because of me, because of my 'unintentional' destruction of Ashvale, it was gone.
The villages emptied faster than I expected. The fear spread like wildfire, the news carried across the land without the need for radios or cell phones. Maybe a horse and a desperate messenger were all it took to shatter an entire region.
