A blonde haired man was shackled to a red brick stone wall, his arms completely white and drained of blood.

Anyone who would look at him would have thought of him as dead and yet small and quiet breaths escape his rose red lips.

Bones protruded out of his dirt encased skin and a brown loincloth was drapped onto his waist.

The dungeon in which he is located in is dark,barely anything could be seen. Light only coming out of the outer rooms which made the dungeons barely visible.

Droplets of water hit the shackled man's head,each time he grunted and recoiled.

Then suddenly with a loud clank his hands were freed and he fell face first on the ground.

Dark circles grasped the eyes of the freed man, his eyes nearly completely shut widened a bit at the feeling of freedom and blood flooding through his veins.

He outstretched his hands infront of him,his nails pointing at the ground and his palms staring out at the ceiling. His mouth opened a little bit more and his eyebrows were slightly raised.a surprised look dawned on his face,Many thoughts broke the dam of hopelessness and flooded his mind with questions which desperately needed answers.

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"Am I freed?"

"Will I be executed?"

"Will I see the light again? Will I see sunlight?"

"Am I going to feel the warmth on my skin again?"

"Could I eat quality food?"

"Could I drink warm milk?"

"If I am free, will I be able to find a job?"

"Will I be homeless?"

Then suddenly like a lightning bolt which falls down on earth from a gray cloud on a sunny evening which will develop into a raging Hail storm the iron bars were pulled loudly aside and a tall burly guard with a long brown moustache whose size was glorious stood in the doorway. His muscles were coated by armor of fat but he looked strong. His thick brown eyebrows hugged his brow ridge and in his right hand he held a long iron spear. He wore brown leather gloves and iron chainmail hanged onto his body like a curtain obscuring the parts from his trapezius to his waist but leaving his shoulders down to his hands free from the iron sound of clanking.

Underneath the iron chainmail he wore a brown gambeson. He has black pants and brown boots, on his head he wore a bowl like helmet.

"Prisoner,you will be brought before judge heraclius." The guard spoke loudly,his voice stern and feeling like thorns from a rose grated human skin. Even though the man looked to be in his 30s his voice is youthful. the tone of his voice betrayed that the sharp tone wasn't his usual,calm voice.

"Prisoner!,STAND UP!"The guard yelled.and the freed Prisoner frantically got up, flailing his hands a little bit as he did so.

The guard got out of the cell and stood aside,the blonde man came out of the cell and the Burly man was to his left.

The guard sharply closed the cell and locked it. Causing the blonde man to recoil and be startled, his hands near his chest.

"Prisoner,move forward. I will be behind you." Spoke the guard,much more calmly than before.b

The Prisoner turned front and started walking.