Jacob slowly regained consciousness at last.
It had been days since being overpowered by Forgotten at the abandoned ruins of Novum Star.
The walled cell was dimly lit, a cold night breeze swept in from the smashed ornate window and pushed the acrid smell of damp stuffing around.
Jacob squeezed his eyes shut a few times to try and force his focus back. His vision remained blurred and it felt like all the stuffing had rushed to his head. That wasn’t the case luckily but being upside down didn’t help at all.
Jacob flexed his paws and wriggled his little fluffy toes. Everything seemed present and responsive, though shackled together, of course… Things could still be worse. Jacob closed his eyes again, letting unconsciousness claim him once more.
Though morning had come, the light still remained dim in the cell Jacob was becoming well acquainted with. He awoke once more to the sound of the lesser Forgotten teddies, screaming and tearing at themselves and one another, echoing through the hallways of the Cathedral.
Jacob tried to focus on the closer noises in his cell. The pattering of large spiders racing between deep, dark cracks in the dilapidated masonry. The chalky sound of soft rubble crumbling and peppering the stone floor, booted paw steps pacing through the hallway just outside the cell.
Jacob’s vision finally began to sharpen, the first thing he saw was his longsword. Like an old friend, leaning against the wall across the room from where he was suspended.
Sure, the teddy was chained to the wall and the blade was way out of reach, but Jacob still cracked a defiant smile. He was Templar; this cell would not hold him for long.