Atlas

"**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 field of flowers 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.

"**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.