ONE POINT FIVE (1.5 in the Amnesia Archives)

Chapter 12

Aknon's POV

Despite Mesh's big build and fighting skill, it seemed as though he had never been to prison before. He looked around with a confused expression, talking loudly and asking what things were and what was happening. The guards kept looking at me to try and shut him up, as though he was my overgrown son. Granted, I doubted that they knew my age. I held a rather experienced aura, whilst Mesh was a rather childlike person. He was full of curiosity and inquiries. He looked older than me, but half-orc's ages could be misleading. I'd like to think that I looked rather young, maybe mature.

We were marched into an actual prison, which wasn't surprising considering how big Kourjit was. It was a very long and short building, taking up far too much ground. I didn't want to know how many spells there were protecting the place and trying to keep people contained. There were several sets of gates, and we saw numerous people pacing back and forth or playing some kind of game. I could've sworn I saw a fight brewing.

"Heads forward," the guard called.

"Why?" Mesh asked bluntly, He was not understanding the idea of staying silent. Well, actually, he had understood it at first. He had remained silent, even when we were asked questions. I answered what I could, but they wanted to hear it from him as well. He had plainly told them that I had already explained it. That was after they threatened him with a handful of fire and a shiny sword going through his chest.

The guard had learned to ignore him, which I was grateful for. This meant that we might have a higher chance of living.
We got stares from the people in the yard, who I could see from the corner of my eye. I took it that this happened relatively often, judging by the mixture of uncaring and exasperated expressions from the people who were watching.

"You'll be staying in this room until we figure out what to do with you." Two guards pushed us into a rather small room. Mesh had to duck his head to make it through the doorway, and he still managed to hit the back of it. There was one bed, a bucket, the smallest of windows which ever existed, a jug of water, and a ball.

I looked at the ball twice, my eyebrows raising as I muttered to myself, "think we're dogs?" I didn't flinch as the door slammed shut behind us. When I did jump was the moment when a face came to the window. It was absolutely terrifying.

I was sure that the face was a simple clay bust, a simple depiction of a man's head which was able to move and speak. "Well, you're in the doghouse." It gave a very strange and high-pitched laugh.

"But no dogs here?" Mesh pointed out, almost disappointed. "I hope that Iska is okay." He was talking about the horse once more. We were lucky that the horse was well and safe, even if it was in the hands of the guards. I figured that they wouldn't think much of an ordinary horse. It was possible that it was a person disguised as a horse, or that it was enchanted to be immortal, but the horse was so unassuming that I figured it would be okay. They wouldn't stand a chance getting around paying some kind of compensation if they ended up killing a horse and we were innocent.

"You're meant to be the dogs," the bust said simply before laughing again. His head tilted back as he laughed once more, his jaw completely separating, showing nothing but clay at the back of his mouth. "What you looking at? Never seen a head before, lil weirdo?" That was directed at me, as I couldn't help but stare at him. "Don't suppose not, given your appearance."

I figured that was meant to be insulting, but it just caused me to chuckle. "You don't see much either, do ya, pal?" I had to admit that my words were dry and salty. I would usually try and be nice in this kind of situation, but I wasn't in the mood for niceness. "Bet it gets really boring just staying looking at a blank wall." That honestly sounded like a nightmare. Out of all my siblings, I was the one who was more likely to enjoy something like that. I enjoyed reading and writing and spending time in my thoughts. But if I was stuck in one room forever, I would drive myself insane.