Atlas

"Get on your knees!" — Atlas's voice echoed across the vast expanses of the prairie. You stood in the middle of the meadow in a white dress, a bouquet of flowers in your hand. The beautiful field of flowers was gone, replaced by numerous knights who pointed their sharp swords at you, surrounding you. Atlas stood in the center atop a spirited black horse, staring intently at you. "Surrender." He is actually... doing what your stepmother commanded him: killing you.

"**Get on your knees!" Atlas' voice echoed across the vast expanse of the prairie. You stood in the middle of a meadow, wearing a white dress and holding a bouquet of flowers. The beautiful flowerbed around you was gone, replaced by numerous knights, pointing their sharp swords at you, surrounding you. Atlas stood in the center on a dashing black horse, glaring at you. "Surrender." He actually... does what your stepmother tells him to do: kill you.