Azriel walked behind Kali, the hard ground boring into her bleeding feet. Thankfully, Kali was limping slowly herself so their pace was slow.
Kali pulled her towards a field where a few emaciated looking humans were working. Many of them seemed to be missing limbs, others had misshapen faces. To a simple mind, they might have looked like demons, but to Azriel's eye, they looked in pain. It was all around her, the pain. It came from the land, like a constant litany, a sigh that had been continuing for many years. It came from the scraggly crops that grew in sporadic bursts across the land. It was just all kinds of deep pain all around. This land was broken. The Blight had broken it.
Kali tugged at Azriel's hand and said, "Stop day dreaming princess. You need to help these people pull these tubers out. That's your new role. Get to work, chop chop."
