In an immense forest in Germany a young man desperately ran from the clutches of a bloodthirsty crowd accompanied by torches, pitchforks and bibles, determined to ruthlessly end his sinful life in the name of God. He stumbling and filling his body with wounds with each obstacle in that forest tried to get away as quickly as possible from them, who were already so close to his steps until he reached a sector flooded with absolute darkness that the lights overcame. of the flames The horrified crowd stopped before such a disturbing black fog that almost consumed the young man, implying that it was the end of a mysterious path that could hide something worse than them but for him it did not matter, dying devoured by some wild creature or animal that hiding in it was more preferable than being slowly tortured by the hands of faithful to his kind lord, however the priest who accompanied them would not give the opportunity to live to those who spread corruption on the most faithful Christians, so without thinking twice he exclaimed .

- Whoever lets a sorcerer live is not worthy of being a deer of our lord! Heavy and accurate stone to the demon before us! -.

The boy turned to see him directly in the eyes with a look full of anger to answer both him and the rest of his followers.

- Priest! Hide under his dirty cassock drenched in the blood of the purest of his altar boys! Crawl like the snake you are to pray his beloved prayers to pretend to be the good Christian you can never be if he keeps laying his filthy lustful hands on your most naive novices! -.

The bewildered and embarrassed father took the first stone that was within his reach and hit it on the cheek of the young man who immediately proceeded to cover himself when he saw that the crowd copied the same action.

The ruthless crowd took the closest stones beginning to impact them against the boy who covered himself as best he could. Between laughter and shouts of victory, the priest observed his suffering with satisfaction when suddenly a small tremor interrupted the moment of glory and dozens of huge trees fell on each of the Christians, breaking their bones and scattering their viscera on the abundant moss, leaving the priest trapped. between the trunks still alive and with some broken bones. The young man with visible wounds on his arms and a long face approached him, giving him false hope of saving him, to which he responded with a smile full of relief that in a short time turned into a desperate expression when he saw that the boy took a huge rock. that went straight to the skull of the unfortunate.

He hit her head enough times until it split in two and his brains splattered as he remembered the reason they wanted to kill him. His mind focused on the moment when he confronted his own parents to explain that he no longer wanted to be a faithful believer since he decided to take off the blindfold and not be part of a world in which those who call themselves decent and kind people kill each other if they did not follow their rules to the letter, being that he witnessed seeing several hypocrites putting their feet in the church, so he chose to flee his kingdom to go to another where individuals like he also realized such lowliness of his people, however to his misfortune a neighbor heard everything he said with her ear pressed to the door of his house while an old woman saw everything from a small opening in the window, which he unleashed the ruckus taking the young man to where he came for his freedom.

He kept remembering the worst of them until he felt steps behind him, he turned as fast as possible only to find a black male goat that for him was a sign of something very good.

"Then I'm close," he whispered with relief standing up, the animal turned around and continued on its way while the boy proceeded to follow him, both of them getting into the black mist.