Elodin Cross had lived a long unfulfilling life of difficulty and strife, his family destroyed by the very powers they had trusted in most and he himself locked in the deepest dungeon, held for centuries until his execution. His family had labored tooth and nail to progress this god forsaken nation, but when faced with the inexorable task of proving their innocence in the death of the Crown Prince they were woefully unprepared. Or, to be more accurate, they had no argument. You couldn't object to the truth, after all. So, despite everything, they were systematically dismantled. Destroyed. Eviscerated. Hundreds of years pass and at long last Elodin is brought forward for his execution, only to find himself in a situation unlike any other...