Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20140121075658/@comment-24344819-20140121114648

The second Levy woke up it came to her once more how quickly things had changed for the worse. How long was she already here, in this small cell? More than a year?

Oh the irony of it all. How quick had the home turned into a cell, the shining armor into rags, the  friend into a backstabbing bastard, the warm beds into guards and the purpose taken away from her again.

She remembered that fatefull day as clearly as the day she became a Thalmor.

It was two weeks after they returned to the embassy Her team had been called upon by ambassador Elenwen herself. Levy assumed they would sent her on a mission so she told her team to armor up and bring their weapons. But as she stood before ambassador Elenwen she noticed that too many soldiers were around. Just as she wanted to issue her concern towards Elenwen, Matteo shot Ralda with an arrow in the stomach and plunged his dagger into Farion. When she turned around he hit her with his bow over the head and knocked her out.

She woke up back here and when she asked the guards what was going on they said that they needed a scapegoat.

Matteo that backstabbing bastard. She would never forgive him. Just as she thought this was going to be one more simple day in the cell a guard opened her door.

"You have visitors."