[ WP ] You stand in shackles before the king . `` You have angered the gods for the last time ! '' his high priest declares . Stubborn as you ever are , you look to the sky and defiantly reply , `` Prove it . ''

I stood exhausted and nearly broken before the king, sweat dripping over the iron shackles around my wrists. My hair matted thickly around my forehead as I raised my eyes to view his clean and judgemental majesty. The defaced statue of a local god stood just by the throne, the only evidence of this most blasphemous crime of which I was accused. They had hoped that a few days in the jails and some light torture would break me and compel a confession. But they did n't know me at all. 
 
 The king sneered down at me, confident in his success. To his right stood the high priest, lathered in his usual gold and jewels and hungry for justice for his idol. I already knew that I would not yield to this joke of a holy man. 
 
 `` You have angered the gods for the last time!'' the high priest declared. Stubborn as I ever was, I looked to the sky and defiantly replied, 
 
 `` Prove it.'' 
 
 Suddenly there was a deep quake in the ground, and a rift in the clouds directly overhead. A single beam of heavenly light broke through to shine on me as I stood dirty and shaking before the king. 
 
 `` Nah,'' boomed an otherworldly voice, deep and sonorous. It penetrated our very souls. `` We're good.''
