Kotaza1993

    Tristano executed my training with a fierce cold it scared me half to death. He started off by testing my balance, which was horrible. I was walking on a thin board about four inches thick and it streamed across the room for fifty feet. It wobbled haphazardly under my feet. I kept my arms outstretched to stay on, in fear that I might fall. God help me if I went face first to the stone floor underneath. "Keep your arms down. With such a great figure like that everybody will see you. You want to shrink down. Feel yourself be smaller, become smaller." I heeded to Tristano's words and left my arms float to me side. I took one step slowly

       The summer air was suffocating me. It wrapped around my body like a heavy blanket. This time of the year was the worse in all of Italy. The sun beat the land so hard with its flaming rays. The Matteo family migrated to their other villa along the coast in Tuscany. This was my favorite part of the country side with its rolling hills and long lush grass that danced in the wind. The sky was so clear and serene with its sailing clouds. I took many rides out in the countryside in the afternoon while I was alone. Tristano was busy with being tutored and I could not accompany him for some reason. Viviana, Lucca's wife, would often go to th

My mother had just given birth to my little sister, two weeks after my sixteenth birthday. Everything seemed as faithfully normal as usual. My father was my only concern. He was not his cheery self. Instead he locked himself in his study day and night. He wouldn't even allow my mother in to show him their new daughter. Lucca would visit my mother often to take care of her. Father would not even allow him in his study and that was the most unusual thing. They had formed an unbreakable bond over the years and they would tell each other everything. In fact Lucca knew of my father's going-ons before my mother.  The old maid that took care of me s

My name is Lucrecia Maria di Marc Antonio. I left my mother and father to lead a life I never loved. I truly hated this life with all my being. I left my life to spin a tale that will never be told. I would be loosed in History's torrent storm. I was a most graciously blessed child. My father was a justly nobleman who dwelled in the Venetian area of Italy. His father own a illustrious estate famous for being built near the Basilica di San Marco a Venezia. It sat near the Canal Grande of Venice's famous lagoon. My father did not stay at the Marc Antonia Villa in his early adulthood. He was a most adventurous sailor. And his travels took him