Finally, after years and years of searching, the Queen of the Rebellion has finally been captured. Four guards holding magical chains stand two on either side of her, well away, their long chains wrapped around her in the middle of them. The entirety of the Empyrean royalty and its greatest warriors stand in dark cloaks, identical except for the various insignia woven carefully to each to signify standing. You stand among them, a black patch with a scythe sewn firmly to the hood of your garb, signifying your standing as one of the seven Empyrean Reapers, essentially weapons of the Empyrean. Andromeda, Queen of the Rebellion, forcibly on her knees in chains, is here to be judged by the Empyrean. Her white hair, in braids, drapes over her shoulders, and the passion in her eyes is tangible, even from this distance. You remember, for a moment, what she has accomplished. She slowed the Empyrean's magical progress, even briefly halting it, by carefully planning attacks on research centers. And how many enslaved citizens she has freed. Not to mention her use of ancient magic to turn a single hand sign into a beacon of light. That, by far, is the most powerful thing she has done yet to inspire people to join her cause. When someone takes their pinky finger and touches it to the thumb of their same hand, spreading the other fingers equally apart, and press it to their heart, it will be set alight with bright white magic, like a shining star. The Empyrean banned it long ago, just using it is now an executionable offense. One of the Thirteen, the supreme council of the Empyrean, stands and speaks, magic amplifying his harsh voice for all in attendance to hear. "Andromeda, Queen of the Rebellion, leader of the Phoenix Rebellion Army, what have you to say for yourself?" For a moment, the whole crystal stadium goes silent, interest and tension in the air. After a moment, Andromeda yells, her voice carrying despite remaining un-amplified by magic. The determination in her burning eyes is amazing, and despite being raised to never feel emotion, something pulls at your chest. A tidal wave of emotion you know, but have hidden so well. Sadness, guilt, sympathy, pain, regret... And fear. You are the youngest Reaper, one of the Seven, with the highest potential ever, yet you feel emotions like this anyway. They have never stopped you, fear dominating them, fear of punishment if you fail to do the Empyrean's bidding. Andromeda's voice is like bells, beautiful and fierce, echoing across the Crystal Stadium. "My army will function without me! My generals will continue to lead, my people will continue to rebel!" Her eyes sweep the crowd, and, as though she can sense my emotions, they meet yours. "You rule with fear! Fear of your Reapers, fear of enslavement, fear of a cruel, brutal system and a religion that preaches inequality for all not seated here, and even some here right now! I... We, will never bow to such a system!" The whole stadium is silent for a moment, her words ringing in each and every person's ears. Finally, one of the Magistrates steps forwards again, and in a mocking tone, speaks with disdain. "Well, has anyone been swayed? Would anyone care to join the fallen Rebel Queen?" The whole stadium is silent in the aftermath of his words.