It was modern times. You were a fifty year old man who was a preist at the Vatican. You were American, so you helped many improve their english. You were well known throughout the Vatican. You were extremely kind. Too kind and emotional. Many said your kindness was your weakness.

Life was good. You were happy with the position you were in. You didn't want to rank up or anything.

Days were normal until a young priest joined. Father Micheal. He was only 35. He was small. Thin and pale. He had beautiful black hair and brown eyes. He immediately befriended you. You found that he was naive. He was too eager. He could be rude at times, his expression always stern. He interpreted the Bible in ways you had never heard of. He wanted you to speak out about his beliefs.

Currently, you and father Micheal were walking in the Vatican gardens. "I want you to speak up about my beliefs," he explained. "I bet the pope would appoint you Cardinal."