Nineteenth century and a city in chaos, the court of the Holy Inquisition is going to execute the death penalty for miss Luna for the crime of desecration and witchcraft. Our young heroine was tied to a pole while she felt how the executioner was sweeping the fire with the wood that would take care of her fatal outcome.

It was getting hotter and her skin was starting to redden, she felt how her skin was sticking to her muscles, the pain was too much. Among herthoughts she sees the image of a woman with cinnamon skin and honey-colored eyes, it was blurred and melted with smoke. She passed out.

At the same time an enraged group was heard in the distance, they were in search of the Bishop to claim for his actions. The Bishop had increased taxes for the Church when people didn't even have to eat. Those born in America had to pay twice as much as those born on Spain. The people in charge had left the mountain to fight the guerrillas that supported the independence cause, and the roads were blocked. They lived off fishing, but there was a fight in the fort near the pier, everything was a mess. The first shot could start a pitched battle, but there was no time for that to happen.

Pages and books began to fly through the air, that made the crowd start to run. Torches were lost along the way, which caused a huge fire, tongues of fire threatened people who were affected in the enclosure and the smoke caused them to suffocate slowly.  Their life was running out little by little.

"Luna!" - Hippolytus called. She didn't answer, he threw her a bucket of water to wake her up, it seems that she was still alive - "Let's get out of here! "- He gave her a wet cloth - "Listen to me! Take the cloth and cover your mouth and start ramping on the floor. Almost everyone had already gone out to the front door."

"And what about the people in the people in the cells?" - Luna replied.

" ... they were sentenced to death anyway. Let's get out of here!"

"Hippolytus, did you cause this?"

"Of course not! I knew about the march. You did the rest."

"Me?"

"The papers, the papers!"

"What do you mean?" - the girl wonders

"There is no time for this" - he took her wrist and dragged her to the exit until he entered a dark forest near the river. Both were tired, when she regained her breath the soldier replied. - "The papers started flying like crazy when they were trying to burn you."

"I just passed out."

"I don't know what I was thinking when I decided to help you. You really are a witch." - He began to walk from side to side, as if thinking.

"I did nothing!" - Luna replied in a lower voice.

"And you don't even know it! You don't even realize what you are capable of doing! I blame the damn quartz on your necklace. I don't understand how I didn't notice it before."

"And it's your curse!" - He took her necklace and tried to rip it off but his hands burned.

"What the hell?! This needs professional help."

"Where are we going?"

"To visit my sister. And no more questions...please. I'm tired."

hey began to walk through the forest, it was wet, it was windy and the cold reached their bones. Luna was shaking.

"Put this on" - Hippolytus gave her his sack.

"Thank you"- she took his coat and felt her temperature return to normal. It was the second time he helped her, but for some reasons he felt restless. Maybe because of the events of the night.

They walked on hoping not to find any enemy on the way.