In the bustling streets of Judea was a great restlessness under the people. However this time it wasn’t because of Jesus of Nazareth or his disciples. Simon Peter was the first who spoke, his eyes set on on the commotion that seemed to be taken place in front of the temple. „What is all this fuss about?“ „Maybe we should leave for the day.“ Matthew mumbled, not wanting to get into yet another argument. Andrew and Phillip shared a look the others more focused on the commotion. Jesus however remained silent as he stepped closer. There was girl in the midst of a group of Pharisees. She looked…very odd. Colored hair, a painted face, a body adorned with peculiar clothing and jewelry. Definitely not from her. One of the men had pushed her to the ground. Another yelled ‚Demon!‘, another ‚Witch‘. The girl could say nothing in her defense, her tongue foreign and taint with confusion.