Lost in the Path of Fate

Chapter 27 - Villain

Gideon stirred in his sleep.

"Gideon?! What's wrong with you?!" He can hear his young master call at him but Gideon's body was frozen. He was entrapped in a cage where he cannot speak and he cannot make a single move in his body.

His eyebrows scrunched up and sweat ran down his forehead.

Was he dreaming? 

Gideon did not know. Everything in his mind was too hazy to recall properly.

"You did well, my knight" The young master spoke as he ruffled Gideon's hair.

Pier's disheveled appearance

His bleeding nose, mouth, ears, and eyes.

Everything was giving Gideon so much frustration and hurt.

Young Master, please don't bleed

He immediately opened his eyes as the uncomfortable feeling in his dreams became even more prominent.

He took deep breaths as to catch his breath.

'What... was that...?' Gideon thought as he stared aimlessly at the bars in front of him.

It was then he realized where he was.

'Jail...?' He pondered over the thought for a second.

However, when he finally came into conclusion and full acknowledgement, his eyes widened and he felt his breath go away once more.

'The young master!' He hurriedly got up  but as he did so, he felt the cold metals that were binding his feet together. He stumbled and he dropped on the cold floor.

Gideon groaned as the uncomfortable shackles on his feet were preventing him from getting up.

"Oh, you're awake" A voice spoke and Gideon's eyes immediately darted to the direction it came from.

Right outside the bars was the Headmaster.

He had his arms crossed and he also had a frown on his face.

"H-Head... cough" Gideon tried to speak but his throat was dry and he desired to drink water so much right now.

Ronnovian simply stared at the knight.

Gideon Woodlock was in a mess.

The clothes he wore were the same ones he also had when the magic diversion occured. His usually welt kept hair was in dissaray and there were bloodstains on certain parts of Gideon's clothes.

"Knight Woodlock, do you recall anything?" Ronnovian asked while he was comfortably sitting on the stool.

Not exactly comfortable but he was glad he can sit on a stool than anywhere else on the place.

Gideon coughed a few more times but it was coarse. His throat was extremely dry and he cannot speak properly.

"N-No..." He mustered and Ronnovian sighed as he waved his hands in the air slightly.

One by one, a few small stone pillars rose in front of him and Gideon started to recall a memory of him being surrounded by stone pillars as well.

Ronnovian waved his hands one last time and the stone pillars lit up until they all formed a holographic projection once the lights were strong enough. 

A scenario started to play on the projection.

Gideon raising his sword

The young master carrying him up the sky