The day was normal as usual. Nothing new, but my boring everyday daily routine.

I was under the comfy and warm blanket, sleeping soundly before my alarm clock rang throughout the nice silent room, getting rid of my fantasy hallucination. I opened my eyes half-way and groaned, sticking out my arm from under the blanket and shutting the alarm.

I didn’t want to get up. I wanted to stay there, staring at the ceiling above. My eyes were still drowsy from the deep sleep and my body was fighting against my mind about getting up. It was a fight between a cat and a mouse. A battle between the human body and the brain. The bed was too comfortable to leave it behind and the blanket so warm and cozy that who would even dare to get up, however, in the end, the mind won the fight.

With a sigh, I stretched my back and got up. I headed straight to the restroom to get ready for the day. After getting out of the nice, warm shower I did the usual as anyone else would do. Brush my teeth, put on casual clothes; a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, and then comb my hair. I looked at the mirror in the restroom, staring at myself for a while; I noticed dark circles under my blue eyes from lack of sleep and my hair dark as the night sky.

I headed out to get a quick breakfast and to the usual “good morning” from my mother, which I reply with the same response. I grabbed a piece of toast and took a bite out of it, munching down the piece and swallowing it as I grabbed my backpack. I walk up to the door about to open it, placing a hand around the knob.

“Have a nice day at school!” I heard the sweet tone of my mother’s voice.

I turned to look at her. Her lips were curved up into a smile and her hair was styled into a bun, wearing her uniform for work. I simply nodded to her and walked out, closing the door behind me, mumbling, “Doubt it though…”

I walked down the sidewalk, heading towards school while chewing on my toast. The crunch noises resound along the way, as I can taste and feel the crunchy texture of the plain toast. Soon enough, the building of the school appears in my sight.

I was your average sophomore in high school. Mostly getting Bs or Cs, maybe an A once in a while. I tried my best to do all my work and turn the assignments in time. Studied once in a while for tests or quizzes. I had few friends, but the majority of them are online. I chatted with them as much as I could, when I'm bored, or not busy with life.

My phone vibrates in my jeans’ pocket. I grabbed the device and unlocked the screen to see a message from a close online friend named Julie. I tap on it and it opens up, showing the text she send to me;

Julie: Hello Jax! How's your morning going so far?

I slightly smile and type to respond, but before I could press send, I feel a huge impact against me, making me lose my balance and my cellular device to tumble out of my hands onto the floor.

Laughter fills the air and the tension thickens around me. It was them again. The bullies from this high school. They're a small group of four, and the boss among them is named Mike Smith. He has blonde glossy locks and light baby blue eyes that every girl seem to fall for. He wore a leather jacket with a white shirt underneath along with a pair of jeans. He is the one who has made my school life once far like hell.

I ignore the laughs and reach out to grab my phone, but he kicks it. My hand trembles as I watch my phone slithering away from me.

“Pffft,” I could hear him sneering at me and feel his evil stare glaring down upon me. “You're so pathetic. Look at you. Still texting your puny online friends, eh? Why don't you go get some real friends. Oh no, wait! Who would even want to be friends with a pathetic loser like you!”

They laugh once again and then walk away with Mike leading the other three, leaving me there all vulnerable.

This was part of my daily life. Being bullied to no end. I had no idea what I did wrong to deserve this kind of treatment. I simply did what I know and felt what was right to me. I have forgotten how the bullying started or why it even started to begin with. I just can't believe I still came to school despite all the abuse.

“Whoa, Jaxon. You alright?”

I hear footsteps approach me, I looked up to see who it was and it was one of my few my friends, Fern Green. He stretched out his hand to help me get up. The strange thing about him is his last name, because it fits so well with his appearance. His hair the color green with matching light green eyes. He wore a blue button-up shirt with a tie dangling around his neck, grey baggy pants, and a pair of sneaker shoes.

“I'm fine,” I dismiss him, standing on my own than accepting his generous offer. I walk up to my phone to pick it up. My blue eyes gazed down to the screen. I frowned, noticing a large crack has been made through the middle of my cellular’s screen.

“Well, if you say so,” He shrugged it off, but he seemed to have noticed the damage that had happened to my phone. “Dude, that's just messed up. You need to tell someone about those bastards.”

“Eh, I have before to teachers multiple times, but they don't do anything about it. It doesn't matter anyways at this point.”

Silence fell between the two of us. Then, the bell rang, signaling the start of class soon. We head our separate ways to our own classes. From there, my whole school day was filled mostly with classwork, notes, and, during free time or when the teacher wasn't paying close attention, social media. Mostly texting with my online friends or Julie. After the bell rang to leave, I pick up my backpack, meet up with Fern to say our goodbyes for the day, and walk out to go home.

I unlocked the door to the house and walked in. It was empty and silent. Mom must be still at work, I thought to myself.

I go straight to my room and put my backpack on the desk chair. I approached my bed and layed down on it. I felt drained and tired from this single day. I didn't feel the need to eat anything but to go to dreamland.

I closed my eyes, and before I knew it, I fell into a deep slumber.

When I woke up, my eyes were blinded by the brightness of the blue sky. I blinked my eyes and rubbed them, before seeing my typical whitewashed ceiling was replaced by a blue sky filled with pure white clouds.

What did I just wake up to? I thought. Is this part of a dream…?

I sat up quickly and looked around. The slight breeze picks up, moving along with my black locks and the green grass underneath me. My surroundings have changed as well. I wasn't anymore in my usual room but in the middle of somewhere distant and unknown.

“Where the hell am I?” I asked myself, getting up from the greenery ground. My eyes drift around once again and I see people working in large fields. “Okay then… I guess I'm somewhere near farms,” I said to myself, yet I felt something was just off about all of this. Just a moment ago, I was in the middle of my room, falling asleep, and all of a sudden, I am in the middle of who knows where. What gets more confusing is the type of clothing the people were wearing. The men wore medieval tunics, while the women wore long gowns with sleeveless tunics and wimps to cover their hair.

I stood there, stunned. I haven't seen any type of clothing they had on except for movies, video games, and fantasy books. I glanced to my left and found a giant stone wall standing tall and firm. “A stone wall?” At this point, I had no idea what was going on anymore. Everything seemed like a mere fantasy.

“Hold!” A stern voice disturbed my awe moment. I turned to look at who the voice belonged to and next thing I knew, I felt a steel blade pressed against my neck. Cold sweat ran down my back and my heart started to panic. A man with a rugged and stern face appeared in front of me. He's covered in steel armor.

“Who are you? And what are you doing here?” The man asked in a blunt tone.

“Uh… I-I’m Jaxon. Jaxon Pierce,” I stuttered nervously. “I don't know why I'm here,” I explained to him, eyeing down to the sword against my neck before looking back at him. “I just woke up here, I swear.”

“Sure…” He furrowed his eyebrows into a frown, having no belief in what I was saying to him, “You think I'm a fool to believe such lies. Do you want me to believe you are from another world as well? Idiot fool.”

After this exchange, I felt a strong collision against me, knocking me out cold.

I gasped, jolting awake with a beating heart. I panted heavily in cold sweat and my head spun, still feeling dizziness from the hit I received. With fierce and calm breaths, I slowly regenerated myself. Where… Am I now?

I lifted my head, looking at my new surroundings in confusion. The smell of dust and dirt assaulted my nostrils. It was dark, but slowly my eyes were able to adjust to the darkness. A small sparkle light engulfed the room through the iron bars, barely providing any help to search inside. Spider-webs decorated the corners of this room and if one can look hard enough, little tiny critters can be seen playing on their white leather.

But what caught my attention was the sound of rattling produced by metal clashing against metal. A slight plug pinched around my wrists, not allowing me to move. My eyes wandered up my arms, towards my elevated wrists. My eyes grew wide as I came to realize that cool metal clamped firmly around my wrists. I followed the chains up to the wall were they began.

I was chained up in a dungeon.

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!"

My expression was one of shock at hearing the unexpectedly familiar name. I could feel my eyes growing wide as I stared at the young king. I looked beside him and spotted a regal blue sword. Its grip was blue with a golden pommel, along with a golden cross-guard, having azure symbols in the middle. The blade gleamed in the same aqua color through the middle with silver metal surrounding it. The tip seemed razor sharp, being able to cut through anything that came through its way. It appeared to be long for the boy, making me wonder how he could wield such a blade in combat.

"Jaxon Pierce!" A loud voice broke me away from my thoughts, attracting my attention. I turned up, gazing my eyes at the young king who was the one who interrupted my thoughts. "Do you have any idea what situation you are in?"

"Umm... no?" I replied in slight confusion. "I don't understand any of it, to be honest."

The king rose a brow and craned his neck to the guards, his glance fell on them. "Did no one tell him about the laws of our kingdom?"

The guards looked down in shame and guilt.

I heard a sigh of exasperation coming from the young king. He turned, his eyes gazing to me in a stern expression and began to speak, "Listen well for I will not repeat myself. Is that clear?"

I gave a nod. "Yes,"

"Good." He proceeds on, his gaze becoming serious. "This kingdom is constructed under 8 laws, which must be followed precisely under no circumstances. If any of these laws were to be broken, which only a few have done, you either receive imprisonment or, if it's crucial and one's act is incredibly dangerous for the people, death."

I felt saliva forming in my throat from that last word, causing me to gulp. I doubt I have done anything dreadful as to deserve death, but by simply thinking of my life going away was enough to give me goosebumps.

"Now, I will give a brief description of each one. The first law is one must have full respect to any individual. No matter what their social standing is. Second law, no giving away national secrets. These secrets are meant to be kept to oneself, even if you are tortured. Any secrets given away will be considered a capital offense. Third law, no killing of innocent lives, nor any attempt of murder unless stated otherwise. If a murder has been committed for wrongdoing, they will remain in prison for life or they will be killed. Fourth law, everyone above eighteen years of age must have a requirement of training at the city guard for at least one year. Citizens have 5 years to do this. Then, the fifth law, which is every single citizen must pay taxes. If not paid in time, the tax rate will rise and if the taxes are evaded 3 times, you will have to face a fine or become an indentured servant until the debt is paid. The sixth law consists of not making fake currency, this can disrupt the economy and cause hard times for the kingdom. Seventh law, every single individual has a chance to a fair trial, no matter what they have done. Everyone has the right to be heard and to defend themselves, but if there is conclusive evidence of the crime they are accused of, then the punishment will be imprisonment or death."

I caught my breath in knowing that I have the right to defend myself and it gave me a bit of hope.

"Lastly, the eighth law, in every city they have their own laws as well and they must be obeyed as they are given. Breaking their laws is quite crucial as any of these laws that were stated." He paused, closed his eyes and exhaled as if he was holding his breath this whole time. After a few seconds of silence, he opened his eyes. Those green orbs, glaring upon me once again. "Now that I have explained the eight laws to you, it is time to let the trial officially begin. I shall decide your life or death, objections?"

I hang my head low and closed my eyes. "No,"

"It's good to hear your understanding," I watched as he waved to a guard. It was the same guard who had captured me from the start. "Let's start by what this guard has to say."

The guard bowed. "Thank you, your highness." He straightened himself. "I, Alvar Helbert, was on my daily patrol outside of the castle as usual. There was not much going on, but complete peaceful bliss. That is until, in the corner of my eye, I spotted this man, standing in front of the gate."

"Hmm," The king hummed. "So he was just simply standing there? Nothing else?"

"Yes, your highness."

His brows furrowed down into a frown. "I don't see why there will be a need to imprison someone who wasn't doing any harm. Did he cause a murder? Disrespected one of our people?"

"Uh, no... b-but your highness," The guard, Alvar, began to stumble between his words, but then I noticed him pointing at me. "L-look at him! His clothing is out of place and has no resemblance to any of us!"

The young king roamed his eyes to me and then back to the guard. "I don't see any problem with that. Sure, he's out of this world, but there's no harm done in the type of clothing he is wearing."

I couldn't believe my ears. Was the king, of all people, actually defending me? An unknown stranger who he has no knowledge of?

"Your highness!" The guard spoke up, "We know nothing about this boy. All we got from him was that he doesn't know where he is, nor how he got here. I'm certain he might be concealing some other information and may be plotting something evil."

With the corner of my eye, I gazed at the people. Whispers formed from the crowd as they began to shift their glances from one another.

"What if he is, or what if he's not." The voice of the king was loud enough to block out the whispers. For such a young king, it was utter amazement to have a loud tone of voice. "Unless he has broken any of the laws, there is absolutely no need for him to have undergone imprisonment. He is as innocent as any of us."

"We can not dismiss such an issue, your highness! He might be a great danger to us all. We have no idea where he came from nor what exactly he is doing here. He may be faking his innocence to cover his violent nature. How are we so certain he will not rebel against us in the future? I say we must dispose of him as soon as possible!"

The whispers behind me transformed into loud arguments.

"He may be mingling with us just to get on our good side and before we know it, he's going to unleash his true self!" the shout made a larger commotion in the crowd. Many began to voice out their own options at that matter.

"Why are we wasting our time deciding on what to do with him? He may be planning a way to murder us all!" roared a comment, making the people ablaze.

I glanced around the room, seeing all the adults chit-chattering like children. What crazy ideas they were making up! But I can see their eyes the fear they had thanks to the assumption of Alvar. He has made me appear as the enemy. My eyes then fell upon the king. He was sitting there, calm and quietly listening to the ranting.

My orbs glanced down to the ground. My heart beating against my chest. I didn't know what will happen to me at this point. It was terrifying, but...

I looked back up at the king. His green gaze meeting with my blue ones. At that moment, in catching his gaze, I felt hope rising within me again.

He looked away, setting his sight onto the crowd. "Silence!"

That single word caused them to all go silent.

The young king turned to Alvar, glaring. "I understand what you are trying to say, however, it is all pointless." He stood up from the throne, eyeing every person in the room. "This man here is nothing more but innocent. I have looked into his eyes and I see no evil within this man. All these assumptions are absurd. Are you all so afraid of a single man?" He chuckled. "How hilarious. You are all a disgrace to watch, especially you."

The king glanced at the guard, while Alvar hung his head low and kneeled down on one of his knees. "E-excuse for my bad action, your highness..."

"Hmm," The king dismissed him and his gaze went back to me. "None of the laws are applicable to you, nor is there enough evidence to prove you guilty of anything."

Deep inside I can feel myself sighing in relief.

"The only odd thing about you is your clothing. They are..." He paused as in thought, eyeing me up and down. "... unusual around these areas. Never seen before. And your appearance... does not match any one of us. You are quite different, and people tend to fear the unknown and look only at the bad, while ignoring the good."

I had no idea if to take that as a compliment or not.

He pursed his lips as in thought and sat back on his throne. "Have the guards treated you well?"

I could see by the corner of my eye the guards tensing up in hearing the king's question. They weren't the nicest, but there was one thing that I disliked the most...

"... A serum." I spoke, "They forced me to take a serum. It was minty and spicy at the same time..."

At this point, I was sure the guards were shaking in their boots.

Arthur stared at me for a bit, trying to see if I was telling the truth. "I apologize for the incompetence of the guards. I will see to it that they are punished for harming an innocent citizen of the kingdom and all the other inmates." He states.

"Oh no, it's okay. I believe they had the protection of you and the kingdom in mind. There is nothing wrong with that. I would have done the same if I was in their position."

"So be it," Arthur spoke, "Looks like the trial has come to an end. I declare, Jaxon Pierce, innocent and from now he is free from his imprisonment!"

There was no objection from the people behind. All agreeing with the King.

"The all mighty King has made his decision! The trial is now over! Long live the King, Arthur Pendragon!" the servant declared.

"Long live the King!" Everyone else repeated.

I could feel the shackles being taken off my hands by a guard. I felt relief in feeling my hands being freed from the cruel metal bands. I slightly smiled, I was free at last...