The Glitch in Time

Chapter 2 Arthur Pendragon?

My eyes were closed. My breath was slow and steady and complete silence filled the air, as I slept on the cool floor.

I have been in this damned cell for about two days now, judging by the light that streams through the small cell window above my head. It helped me to keep track of the day and when it turned night. The moon's soft light would stream at times within my cell. I would just reach out, move my hand slightly into the stream of the moonlight.

There was nothing much I could do in here.I could only wait; sit on this cold floor and stare into nothingness or sleep. When it was time to eat, one of the guards would come for me and take me to the mess hall to eat. It wasn't enough to fill me up, but there was nothing else I could do.

My ears, then, picked up the clang of the cell door being opened, waking me from my daze. I turned to see a guard coming close to me. He reached for my wrists. My heart skipped a beat in feeling my wrists being freed from the chains, but that short enjoyment didn't last long. I groaned in disappointment at the feeling of cold shackles biting into my skin, handcuffing my wrists.

"Get up. Time for breakfast." the gruff voice from the guard echoed through his helmet. I followed his orders by standing up. I sway a bit from the lack of proper nutrients, but I quickly regain my balance. The guard shoved me at my back, making me stumble forward. "Hurry up! I don't have all day to wait."

A small growl escaped my throat, but I do as I'm told and picked up my pace. I move through the cold,damp corridor with him behind me, giving a few shoves from time to time. When we reach the mess hall, my eyes sight the place. It was of a decent size, having a couple of long tables for us inmates to eat on. About one or two individuals will serve the prisoners behind the canteen. One of them, in particular, had a buff and rough face, seeming unhappy most of the time while he was working.

We stopped at the entrance and the guard threatens me, "You better not try anything, or I'll have your head."

"Thanks," I mumbled dryly and started to walk towards the back of the line of prisoners. The guards kept a close eye on every one of us. Some on the entrances as others walking around, monitoring. I moved along through the line before I grabbed my plate with food and walked to move to a table at a corner.

I take a sit and began to eat the green glop that the cooks have made for the day. It didn't taste that horrible apart from the clumpy and stringy feel. There was something odd about it too. It would give a slight burn in my throat and it will energize me, making me happy. Was it drugged...?

I get up after I'm done. The 'drugged' food taking effect on my system, heading to the guard in the corner. "I'm ready to head back to my cell." the tone of my voice came out in a cheerful matter, almost bouncing on my toes. I have no clue what they did with the food, but whatever it is, it made me filled with joy.

On my way back to my cell, the guard closes the metal gate after chaining me back up.

"Your trial will take place in a day's time," I blinked as my eyes turned a bit foggy, but I swear I saw an evil grin on his face, "Where the king himself, will decide if you will live or be killed."

The food had a strong effect on me. Before I knew it, I had fallen back into a deep sleep.

The next morning, after breakfast, I was taken from the mess hall to the throne room. Three guards surrounded me, one behind, and two on either side, escorting me along the way with my wrists handcuffed.

My eyes wandered around the hall. It was massive and guards were everywhere, standing on different entrances to certain rooms or roaming around, going up and down the hall. The walls had their special designs to it and the floor had a red carpet through the large hall.

I looked downwards, and I scowled. This would be my first time going through a trail. I had no idea what the King would do to me. I was a bit terrified, to say the least.

Then, the guards stopped in their tracks, stopping me as well. I glanced up, realizing two large doors were before us. Loud creaking resounded from the doors, the two guards standing before them, opening them. I was in awe of seeing the throne room. The throne was empty, however, on either side people stood. Their clothes seeming of a high standard than the ones I have seen in the fields. A grunt exited my lips. The guard behind me shoved me hard in the back.. My legs stumbled forward into the room.

"Proceed forward;" Another shove was felt from behind as the guard spoke. My feet carried me, walking steadily, receiving more nudges from the guard.

"Kneel down," He ordered, shoving me to kneel down, both on my knees, on the middle of the room without hesitation. He pushed down on my head, having me gaze down to the ground.

"King Arthur has arrived!" I heard a servant announce in a loud tone from behind.

I looked down sideways, everyone had knelt down at the entrance of this so called King of theirs. I caught sight of a pair of boots belonging to the King. He walked past me up to the throne.

I hissed as the guard grabbed a handful of my dark locks, forcing me to look up. My teeth clenched tight from the pain, growling lowly. He let go and stood behind me.

My chest went up and down, breathing heavily. This is it. My trial was about to begin...

I gaze to the King, My eyes went wide open not believing in what I saw.

His blonde hair glowed brightly upon the light. His eyes were a charming green. Metal armor was on top of his blue attire, covering his chest down to his waist, shoulder blades and down to his arms. A blue cape flowed behind him. His chin was on his hand, seeming slightly bored.

He caught my gaze, making eye-contact with me.

The King was a young boy.

"King Arthur Pendragon shall now hear the trial of the alleged spy, Jaxon Pierce!" Came the voice of the servant once again, "May the gods be fair and the King wise!"

Author's Note: Creaking_Shadow I'm not a great writer!!