It had been more than a month since her arrival. At the time, she tried not to cause any problems, but she only thought of one thing, to flee from that convent of evils.

How could those women live in such conditions? With their heads shaved, and that hats on their heads that looked more like wings, always with a rosary in their hands saying unintelligible things in Latin. Their days consisted in praying, eating and more prays. They all lived in little rooms that looked more like cells, where barely a halo of light could enter through those small windows with bars.

Since the revolution began the situation was difficult, many of its benefactors had disappeared, the urban legend said that the last royalists had locked themselves in a fort near the sea. Not even the priests were around the place. With almost no knowledge of the world, locked in four walls where going out meant simply eating in the inner garden, how would she manage to sneak away?

Every day there was a mass in the morning and in the evening. Sometimes she took advantage of the darkness to walk around the place while the rest queued to receive the communion, which was nothing more than a bland biscuit to which many had respect. At that moment she used to inspect the areas she still didn't know. In one of her travels she approached an adornment covered with a cloth, full of curiosity she looked inside and realized, with surprise, that it was a wooden statue of a skeleton holding an apple, its detail was such that it gave chills to look at it too much. But what struck her most was the small door behind that statue. She would definitely investigate it later.

She went to the door and tried to open it, it was impossible, it had a padlock. She should get the key, and the key was Margot, a pretty girl with blond hair and blue eyes. When there was no prayer she liked to hum zarzuelas, she was fun. Although she had a great secret, Luna had noticed that she was in love, and according to her religion that was a sin, especially considering that there were no men in the convent.

One day Luna passed by Margot's side while she was cleaning the central courtyard.

“What a pleasure to see you Luna, what brings you here?” She said with a smile.

“Mhmm,” she looked at her worried “I do not know if I should tell you this.”

“What is about?” she looked at Luna with concern.

“It's about Josefina, she's in trouble and she's hidden” when hearing this Margot paled.

“And is there any way to help?” she responded a bit worried.

“I think she's hidden behind that statue that's always covered.” Luna said pointing to the place.

“But that's impossible, that place is always locked,” Margot pointed.

“Well,” Luna watched her “If you don’t want to believe me don’t do it... but you know you have to runaway.”

“What are you talking about, Miss Luna?” Margot looked at her nervously. Luna returned her gaze and stroked her lips with her index finger, Margot was blushing.

“I just need you to open that door, please!” she implored.

“I can’t,” she turned around, her face was still flushed.

“Yes, you can!” Luna yelled at her.

“Silence!” Margot raised her voice, it was the first time she saw her angry.

“Do you really want me to keep quiet when I'm locked in this place ?!” she stopped, she needed to catch some air “I'm sorry, Margot. I don’t want you to be in trouble, but I must go.”

Margot looked at her with a half-smile “I can help you, but please don’t get into trouble. The outside world can be very cruel.”

“I do not know if I can guarantee it, but I'll try” Luna smiled

“It would have been so easy, just to threaten her, because what they did was wrong, right? Although she didn't understand it. Didn't the Great Book said that we should love each other? But if others found out what she knew they would probably be accused of being witches, perverts or even worse, they would take them to the Inquisition. Nobody deserved to die like that. It seems that loving is also forbidden.”

Luna thought many things, the first time she saw them, she was surprised, then she got used to it, it seems that they also escaped from the mass in the communion.

If only she had the keys to open that door, she was almost certain that if she went through there she would find an exit. The idea didn’t seem so uncommon to her, or was she going crazy because of the days of confinement?