A single window illuminated the room. Its size was no bigger than his own eyes, but Kysante still tried to fit the entirety of his head through it. Unfortunately, that was impossible. And the room was not a room, but a cell, although there was no jail bars dividing any space between him and other dangerous people. He looked around trying to find an accomplice, a look of support, a hand, or a friend. Someone that would look at him and understand that this was a mistake, for indeed his face said it very loudly. But everyone was hiding beneath a thick cloud of darkness. Murderers, rapists, pillagers, they were all the same to the eyes of justice in here. Even the ones that were guilty only of failing to pay a tax in time and place. The fact that he was considered part of this group of shattered and broken people made him deeply sad and miserable. He had never, in his life of divinity and dedication to the knightship, faced such treatment where his rights had become nothing, and his character was now rotten and forever ruined.

  He looked around one more time, with sore eyes and a deadly stare, and found no hope.

  “Lord Knight Kysante of Deidra.” a voice said firmly with sadness. He looked up from his wooden stool where he was uncomfortably sitting, and found that the person speaking was no strange.

  “My friend, I’m so glad for your presence. Please, explain to them that I am innocent!”

  “I’m afraid-” the general stopped, inspecting Kysante’s expression with caution. “I’m afraid that this visit is in no matter of friendship. It rather is, if you allow me, in effect of your transportation to the dungeon facilities of the Eastern Lands.”

  “I need my wife. Please, I beg!” he cried.

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  “I’m sorry Sir… the verdict is not mine to give. And considering what you have done, I strongly believe you have little to no chance to escape the punishment that you have brought upon yourself.” the General said with a voice that spoke with feelings of disappointment.

  “I have done nothing to deserve this. I need my wife! She is sick, I’ll do and obey to whatever orders you give General. She can’t be left by her own means for too long, my time is out… her time is out…” Kysante cried, looking at the ground, sobbing and hardly breathing through his tears.

  “Do not make it any harder Sir, and follow me or face the consequences.”

  It was ironic how this man was once his inferior, and now he was giving him the news of his upcoming faith. The knight waited on his knees, praying to the Gods that Are Gone, and to the many faces of them, for any mercy.

  He waited, and waited, for the divinity of them to crush through sky and land and come to his rescue.

  Not his rescue anymore, but to whatever mercy they could grant to his wife. He could not care about himself any longer.

  But he knew his plead was in vain.

  He had been to many places, looking for it. Searching for the cure. Praying in every corner of this forgotten lands, begging to every person he encountered. Through earth and sea, skies and ice.

  Kysante was aware that life was no longer his to live. And no one would come to his rescue.

  For he had seen the land of The Gods, and it was empty.