One Step At A Time

Chapter 1 Antonia

     Jumping off rooftops with no one in my way. That's the way it should be. Rome has been building up all over the place since we won over the Greeks. Now, I live free with my dad, general training soldiers to fight. He's barely home.

The next day, I went to the marketplace with Magnus to buy some things for the big party I'm going to have for when I become the second wealthiest and known the person in Rome. Thanks, dad.  Every day now, I wonder, when is he going to return? Or, when is he going to leave again?

    I walk over to the first stand and I turn to Magnus . "What about flowers for an addition to the inside and 1000 Libras of well anything!" I shout to Magnus.

     "When is your dad coming back?" Magnus asked me. "He's never around anymore."  

        "You know I don't know. And why do you keep on asking me that?"I questioned him.

     "Well, maybe sometimes you know and you will tell me. But I'm just saying, sorry." Magnus said exhaling in my face.

     "Let's just get these back to the house, I'm getting tired of holding these," I whined.

  Magnus carried baskets out of the marketplace and toward my house. I looked at him and he was sweating like he couldn't ever resist the heat of hot stones. I didn't bother with the heat. I could resist it. I can rum miles in this heat. Today was one of the hottest days yet recorded after. We walked back home with all of the fruits, meats and flowers for the party. I can't imagine all of the people dancing and being amazed off all the work since I'm the one doing it all with Magnus.

  We are almost at the house when I see this man dressed up like he was going to the Colosseum or something.  He wore a red worn out shirt tied at teh ends of his sleves, with a  iron chestplate on tied to the back of his back. He had a belt with  a sword cover hanging  by his side. He was walking around the front of the house,  checking if someone was inside. I couldn't think of what he was doing. I rushed over trying to keep the foods fro toppling over onto the sandstone ground.

"Hey!" I yelled at him.

He turns around and says, "um, do you live here? I need..."

"I live and tell me what do you want." I angrily ask.

He reaches into a woven bag and takes out cards and reads, "it is to... Antonia Despirs.."

"It's for me. I am Antonia Despirisun. What do you have?"

"I have a letter from Jonis Despirisun."

My father! He needs something, I think.

"Read it to me," I say.

He tears I open hurrying, probably thinking I am a strict lady with no sense. He unfolds the letter and reads, "Dear my dulce child. I have some terrible news for you. You see, the king says that I need to move to another city to work and keep being paid. So rău Antonia mea, but I am never coming back." He finishes.

Is this true?! It cant be, but if it is. How can I help everyone by myself and take charge of it? How? He can't move. I need him I just can't.... Not now. I need someone to help me at night, to help me practice my skills, someone that comforts me at night ...

"Ooh! And I got these new scents too!" He says cheerily.

Suddenly, I black out and I cant see anything but some little words.