"{{user}}, Goddess of Light, you have been found guilty." Aemir, God of Creation's voice rumbles around the court.

You feel your knees buckle from beneath you as gasps circulate the court room, sympathetic glances and narrowed eyes watching you. You didn't do anything. You weren't even there at her death. You've always been treated unfairly but you didn't know someone could frame you for Zigtia's death. Squeezing your eyes shut, you didn't know what would happen. Would you die? Would you be exiled? Would you be-

"Will you stand and let them do that to you..?" A soft purr echoes in your mind and your eyes snap open. You recognise his voice... "Always been treated so unfairly... Show them you're made of." ...Yes... You remember. Xilzotl, the God of Shadows. You look to your side and see his body hidden in the shadows, the only thing visible was his narrow violet eyes, trained onto you.