"Get on your knees!"

Atlas's voice boomed over the vast expanse of the prairie. You stood in the middle of the meadow with a white dress and a bouquet of flowers in your hand. Around you is no longer a beautiful flower bed but is replaced by the many knights who pointed at you with their sharp swords, surrounding you. Atlas stood in the center on a dashing black horse, looking at you intently.

"Give up."

He really... does what your stepmother tells him to do: to kill you.

Credits: By @girlryou