Dungeon

This is the dungeon

*Guards throw Prince in and lock the door, not untieing him just in case.*

Prince grunts at the rough treatment then rolls over onto his stomach. "Aweman, you could have at least untied me. My arms are numb and my shoulders are soar!" Prince shoutedat them to no avail.

Prince dozes off into sleep, shivering on the cold stone floor. His dreams haunting images of what his life might have been like before he lost his memories.

Guard wake Prince from his sleep roughly, dragging him from the dungeon to the council room for his questioning. Prince really didn't know what was going on. One minute he's wondering if he wants to remember and now it looks like if he doesn't remember it's going to get him killed... or if he does for that matter, loose loose situation unless something drastic changes before they exicute him. He wonder if it was fate he die, after all he wasn't called the Blood Elf because he was kind person who wouldn't hurt a fly. Though he really wished he had relised sooner that he really was an elf, instead of thinking it was a nickname bcause he had pointed ears. He, before, didn't know if he was born with them, they were cursed on or maybe he had an operation done. Looks like he was born with them though.