1492. The year it all happened. It was a year that would change my life forever. Right now, as I tell you this story, the year is 1979. Yes I know that it is an extremely long time (487 years to be exact), but if you listen to me I'll tell you how it all happened.
My name is Marcus Gregorovich Vespucci and it all started with a dream I had the night before my 18th birthday.
I am an Italian man, but I also know English even though my family forbids the English language in the home that I live in. And my name also holds a secret but we will get into that later.
I was a normal kid living a normal life in my hometown of Forgalini, Italy. It was a large town that was almost as big as Roma. But it was nowhere near Roma. The streets were kind of clean (if you don't count the rats that is) but the water in the area was sparkling blue.
Right now, I am 17 years old. I live with my mother and father and sister. My mother is at the age of 39 while my father was a little bit older than that. (47.) Now you could say that I am a tall person. I am only 5'6 ½. I have dark black hair with dark brown eyes. I am kind of a skinny person but not too skinny either. I have my mother's eyes but my father's ungodly hair. My mother has brown hair, and I like that. Not black.
I like my home in Forgalini, but right now, though, I am in Venice, which was about five miles from it. Venice was bustling with peasants, farmers, and noblemen alike. It was also the day of Carnevale. All around were people in costumes; jesters acting like a guy whose pants had caught on fire, even people who were dressed up in a flashy stuck up manner like how noble people dress up.
Laughter permeated the air all around me as I walked through the streets. Candles were lit everywhere. As I passed others on the streets, I could tell that there were drunkards all around because of the way they walked and talked. As I continued to walk, I eventually came to a clearing where there was no one around, no laughter, and no source of light to be seen. Not even from windows that were also around.
The wind was howling all around me, but not where I had come from. I had the feeling that there are eyes watching me from afar. I can feel it.
I looked around for something to protect myself with and I found a large tree branch that fell down from a tree. The branch was the perfect size for me so I took it. It was neither light nor too heavy to hold. I did a few practice swings when I heard a cry from behind me. I almost hit a man that was walking home! I looked at him as he glared at me with his brown eyes.
"You almost hit me you monello dannazione!" (Damn Bastard)
As he talked, I could tell that he had the scent of wine on his breath, so I just shook him off and walked away from him to the field that was further away. I could still hear him cursing at me, but I didn't let that fool get to me.
As I walked, I could still feel eyes watching me from afar. Now, it's not the first time someone had watched me in a conspicuous manner. Though, this time, I felt nervous. I felt like someone was close to me. I surveyed the area around me but found no one there. I didn't let my guard down at all though.
"Chi é? Mostrati vigliacco" (Show yourself coward)
I didn't speak English because not a lot of people spoke it. I listen closely, but no sound was made besides the wind howling. I started to walk away when, all of a sudden, a man appeared in front of me. He was tall with black hair and deep black eyes. He was shirtless so I saw his chest. He had a broad chest and large muscles though he had a skinny stomach, which was strange.
I was scared because he just came out of nowhere, though I didn't show it. Our eyes were locked, but I slowly started to move away from him. I could see that he had something shiny in his hand. With a closer look, I could make out the shape of a dagger. I didn't know what to do so I just ran. He was running after me as well and was slowly catching up to me. I had speed and agility, so I jumped from box to box and leaped from ledge to ledge before I finally got onto a roof.
I looked behind me thinking I had given him the slip, but I was wrong. He was doing the same things that I had done to get on top of the roof but he was faster than me. I darted off, but I automatically stopped because I was at the ledge and there was no way down or across. I turned around and there he was. Our eyes connected again, but this time he had the dagger raised up.
"Bruciare all'inferno demone!"(Burn in hell demon) He raised his arm, dagger in hand, and let out a cry of war. Just as the dagger nearly brazed my skin I heard a voice ringing around me. Everything stopped.
"Marcus svegliati! Svegliati Marcus!" (Wake up) I shot up from my bed, panting and sweating. My sister was there, looking at me.
"J-Julia?" I looked at her as she pulled the curtains away from the windows. She nodded and then said something to me. "Diciottesimo compleanno felice (Happy eighteenth birthday)Marcus" I smiled and got out of bed and hugged her. I'm glad the nightmare was over but I still had a feeling something is going to happen soon. Something bad. Something evil.
