When I was a child; I had liberty, but did not see it, I had time, but I did not know it and I had love, but I did not fell it. These three things fuelled us, but I did not understand them. Liberty and time I wasted in the hope to survive and love… I ignored in fear of destruction. I was never fighting for survival; I wasted what helped me survive, but I would not suffer this faith if I never met my curse.
(March 1507)
1500
Roma. A city, so beautiful yet so corrupted. Each building glowed yellow from the glorious sun. Though in truth, most buildings were grey and identical, like the people that lived in them. Only buildings such as the slowly decaying coliseum and the over-protected Vatican were set apart from the identical houses and ruins.
A young girl sat alone on the brim of the falling coliseum. Her short mouse-brown hair moved weakly in the summer breeze. Her bright hazel eyes scanned over every build she could see of Roma.. Soon the tallish girl stood up and steadied herself on the thin edge. She edged herself till her toes no longer touched the solid stone. She closed her eyes and fell…
At the moment of the return to the Centro district. She realized that she was not wanted by the call of guards behind her. She sped up wanting to escape them. Soon she raced down the street, shoving pedestrians aside, which they didn't quite appreciate. Not that she cared much, right now she had to get away, far away. The girl could still hear the yells of the guards getting closer; this fuelled her to run faster. Her leather covered feet pounded the ground. "Merda," she cursed under her breath.
"Basta! Fermala!" the angered guards screeched at the confused civilians. She spotted a blockade of guards ahead; this day was just not in her favour now. With a quick shift, she launched herself at the wall, scrambling up. With a grunt she pulled herself up and resumed her fast pace of running from building to building. The guards were obviously not going to stop chasing her; they pursued her up the buildings. All of the sudden crossbow bolts started raining around her.
"For god's sake," she growled, why were they so damn persistent? She slid to a stop; the gap lying before her was far too wide to jump. She was also on a three story building, could this get any worse? With a quick glance backwards confirmed her statement before, it was going to get a lot worse. A sick feeling swam in her stomach as she caught sight of the pile of hay below her. Slowly turned, should she fight or fall? First, she didn't have any weapons; for once. Second, the guards had an array of weapons. "See you in hell," She laughed madly before taking a deep breath and falling backwards, tumbling through the air.
The impact came sooner than she had expected, it wasn't a rough landing. Actually, it was quite pleasant; lying in the hay again. Being smart she stayed in the hay for a while, the guards would think her dead and leave, hopefully. At last the world decided to start shifting to her liking and they didn't disturb the golden stack. She grumbled incoherent words as she noticed all the minuscule pieces of hay sticking to her clothes, and hair.
After 5 minutes the slender girl stood up, picking pieces of the straw out of her hair. Then she thought it was futile, she could be there an hour or more with this added straw. That was valuable time she couldn't afford to lose. She replaced her hood over her face before swiftly joining a crowd on the streets. She had to hurry to see her mother; she was certainly impatient by now. She rolled her hazel eyes, but knowing her mother she probably already knew where she was, with her horde of courtesans. Yes, she was the one and only Madonna Solari. She'd taught her the basics of blending and seducing, ha, that's a nice thing to teach your daughter.
What was seconds to her, the girl stood outside the Rosa in fiore; the 'best' brothel in roma, thanks to Cesare Borgia. (The sick, sister-loving and rapist of Itali.) "Poor Fiora," she whispered as she opened the door.
"Ladro, get out!" shrieked Madonna Solari, "get out or I will call the gaurdia." The young adult stared at Madonna Solari in confusion. "Out," she mouthed.
"I want nothing to do with a ladro, idiota," Solari cried angrily clawing at her daughter's collar. The girl wrapped her swift, light-fingered hand around the wrist of the claw. "Then I want nothing to do with you. I may be your child, but I'm not someone that cares for a traitorous whore like you" she snarled, releasing Solari's hand; that had become iced to her spot. The thief shook her head fighting her emotions. "I hope you die. You have no right to live a pure life, you traitorous cagna." The girl pulled open the door her name following her out, "Vita Pura" along with a plant pot.
As Pura head towards the Tiber Island, a group of slave traders charged past her. She diverted her path up a building. Slave traders in roma were known to take lonely children and women away to different places in the world. Though she wanted to leave roma, part of her forced her to stay plus how could she leave her 'beloved' Borgia captain. They would miss her annoying them.
She hummed a small tune as she slowed to a walk. That was her next mistake as a man crashed into her. She rolled to the edge and dropped off the roof. She looked up meeting the gaze of her clumsy 'friend'. He shook his head and vanished. "What is so interesting at that stupido brothel?" Pura asked herself as she watched the shadow of the man, head in the direction she came.
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