Chapter 3.1 - Ourn's Story
The days and weeks ahead are filled with a tension that is not hard to explain. Within the duchies, the collapse of the human soul has been felt for decades, centuries perhaps. In the last five years, though, it has been in free fall. Only in places ruled by individuals like Duke Therion is there any hope left. Out in the wilds, with nothing but your own thoughts, that pressure should have lessened. Instead, it has only grown until it is something physical, something dark and powerful.
After a time, your journey leads you past villages that are decent sized, but almost completely empty. At the fourth such village, a good sized town, only a scant few people can be seen. They scamper from sight as soon as they realize your presence. One such person is a woman, her infant wrapped tightly in the chill morning air and held tightly against her. Looking at you in fear, she does not see where she is going and trips. She whirls in the air to place her body between the baby and the ground. The impact knocks the breath from her and she lies in the mud, weeping and cringing, but too winded to stand.
The baby does not cry.