Jake walked behind around his cell. . . ah, the guards were gentle to him compared to all the others. As his profile stated he was almost docile, and quite peaceful, but they still took him in anyway. It made him mad but he thought that at least they didn't treat him as if he was fighting them all the way, which he was, at first anyway. Still though, they had an initial confrontation with him. . . he crushed their weapons, he wove illusions, misguiding their senses, and he only began to fight when he was cornered and feared for his life. All the people with their fancy weapons that were far more advanced than he thought was possible in this day and age, and he thought he would have to fight, he waved his hand and crushed the weapons in front of him. . . but then, finally, he discovered that his magic ceased to work on their weapons. . . he readied himself with the impossible, transforming himself into a massive serpent, and his head could have towered above a second floor house. 

Still. . . their weapons somehow took him down. . . he found himself in a coma, and woke up right in this cell. . . he didn't even know it was a cell and thought what had just happened was a bad dream. He looked around the cell, noting how beautiful it was. Flowers arranged everywhere, even paintings on the wall, just like home. . . "This is a prison? This obviously isn't a normal prison." His particular cell was somehow protected him his magic, and he didn't have any bars like a normal cell. . . no glass like the other cells, he didn't meet anyone else yet, but he found as soon as he woke up that he couldn't leave the door. He looked around. . . and simply sat down in front of what appeared to be a dinner table, which caused him to shake his head, wondering why he was here. He read a book, entitled, "Canterburry Tales".