Once upon a time in a small village there was a legend about the God of Nature. It was believed that every ten years he comes down to the Earth and possesses an innocent villager. In a shape of a human, he chooses ten random victims and marks them. These people must be killed by the time autumn comes. The land needs sacrifices in order to be fertile, so the blood of the chosen ones soaks through the fields.
As every other year the God is expected to fulfil the ritual. Ten young women have been marked and supposed to be sacrificed for the good of the village. It was the night before the beginning of the next autumn and the victims were expecting their destiny. But this year the things were about to change ...
In the village there was a young man who had heard about the legend and was determined to stop the cruelty. He was prepared and only waiting for the moment when the God of Nature would come down from his kingdom so the boy could put an end of the villager’s greatest fear.
When the time came, the man was waiting him, dressed as one of the victims. He had the only weapon that could possibly kill the monstrous God – a golden dagger sunk with the blood of the ten future victims.
It was the exact moment – the God was about to kill his victims when suddenly the boy took out the dagger and attacked him.
That was the end of the people’s tragic destiny. Everyone was very grateful to the hero and as an award they named the village after him.