Cast away in a prison in the guise of an asylum. A noble knight silently battled half-remembered thoughts. The descent into madness occurs rapidly when one is dead.
The knight began to weep at the thought of a family that may have been his, forced to fend for themselves. A grotesque rat nervously scurried across the floor, anxious the dead man would set upon it. The knight looked at it, revulsion showing through his mask of sorrow. his hand wandered up to hang from a ragged hole in the chest plate, over a hole where his heart should have been.
He was woken by a scraping sound. He knew not how long he slept, it could have been an hour, or a month. One loses track of time in a dark cell. It took his dusty mind a few minutes to recognize the sound coming from the high ceiling. Full realization hit him as a sharp spear of wintry light struck his face.
The dismal face of a soldier who has seen too much stared down at him. The knight recogn