The inherited Destiny
Chapter 1
Within a distant land and amongst busy bustling cities full of people going about their everyday lives begins a tale of a journey that would change the life of one single boy forever.
The year is 1474 in the growing city of Madrid, there lived a humble, honest, and fairly wealthy family where expecting the newest arrival any day soon. The father of the child was a finely dressed man who stood a good 6 foot tall and was a fair build. He worked in a large art dealership and was able to sell the finest pieces of art for more than what they were worth. A lot more. With this his boss would pay him handsomely for his work and with that would be able to afford a good standard of living for him and his family. He went by the name of Marco Romero da Milano, and he was about to receive a big surprise as he was arriving home. There was screaming coming from his house, followed by the sight of a man running towards him in the street.
"Senior Marco, I bring message from the medico" said the man as he caught his breath.
"Vene, what is this message you speak of?" he replied.
"Your wife has gone into labour and is giving birth to your next child."
"Grazie, tell me where may I find my wife, along with the medico?" said Marco who was stunned at the news he had just received.
"Si seniore, you will find then in the master bedroom and as you can hear your wife may need the comfort of your presence."
"Grazie seniore, take these coins as a token of my gratitude." With that Marco and the messenger both took off towards the Romero palazzo. As the messenger had said Marco had arrived to find his wife currently giving birth and with that rushed to her side to comfort her.
"My dear Carolina, I came as soon as I heard the message." said Marco as he sat next to his wife holding her delicate hand in his. "Tell me, how is she doing doctor?" he asked with concern for his wife.
"Very well seniore, the baby's head is out and with one final push the birth should be complete." replied the doctor who was focused on the task at hand, and as if on cue Carolina let out one almighty scream and squeezed Marco's hand so tight that the tips of his fingers turned a purple blue colour. "Congratulations! It's a healthy baby boy!" exclaimed the doctor as he was carefully cleaning up the newly born child before handing it over to its proud parents. Carolina looked at her husband and asked.
"What shall we call him my love?"
"Antonio, Antonio Romero da Milano. Our new son" he proudly replied, the doctor received his thanks and then took his leave and left the couple to care for baby Antonio. Not only was this day the day that a baby was born but unbeknownst to many this marked the change of better days to come to all of Italia.
