Behold, the danger of childhood, it was not a butterfly that called for disobedience, it was a black wolf cub like the night that entered the temple and spent the morning playing with them as if it were a harmless puppy and not the baby of a beast; first he played for the temple, then for the garden below the hill; no, it was not enough for the animal to play there.
It was one of the winds that caused one of the arrows to come out of the gardens and the wolf ran to catch it and instead of running back with them, he turned his eyes to the children who were calling him to come back and ran outside from the gardens to the plains of Delphi, after raising his ears as if a whistle were calling him, they kept calling him and that, added with the adrenaline of knowing that they should not have le
