I’m trying to write a book. I’m very interested with the Renaissance period. Please only people in the Italian Renaissance. I’m basing my story in Italy.
Last time I asked this question, people gave me events/people like Christopher Colombus and stuff.
I might be doing William Shakespear but I’m pretty sure he lived in England.
I HAVE played Assassin’s Creed 2 before. That is a wonderful game. I literaly love that game with all my heart. As you can tell, Assassin’s Creed 2 has inspired me. Plus, even before I knew about Assassin’s Creed, I have LOVED Italy.
You can list People and Events. If you can, can you tell me what happened. Just a quick summary. Sorry, I’m only 12. I do actually write well, I guess.
Here’s a quick story I wrote a long time ago, and then I trashed it.
CHAPTER ONE
VENICE, ITALY 1463
The moon glistened in the sky like silver treasure and the wind rustled through the trees. It was so beautiful at night. Sounds of crickets filled the air. Thieves worked outside constructing ashlars onto corrupted buildings for their punishment before their execution.
I could hear a few archers arguing on the roof above me. I had to stay quiet to remain inosservato.
I hated the new process. The Pope demanded safety to Venice for a secret reason. Archers were these guards with bow and arrows. Whoever climbed the rooftops were going to get shot. It was mostly for thieves or pickpockets that tried to flee.
Something from the sky fell on the ground. I was startled and cursed under my breath. It was very un-lady like to do such a thing.
“Che cosa è questo?” I whispered. I couldn’t take any chances of being caught by the archers.
I bent over to examine what had fallen from the sky. It was too dim outside to see anything in a far distance. Maybe it was hurt pigeon. My hands felt the object in every inch. It was made of rough leather with a few metal designs on it. I knew what it was strait away. It was a bracer; one of the archers must have dropped it.
Who was foolish enough to drop armor like this?
“Chell, my darling come back to the house before the guards capture you.” My mother whispered holding a crimson candle in her hand. I looked at the bracer and then back at her. She grabbed me by the arm and ran back to our home. My legs were weak and tired and I couldn’t go any further. I was out of breath. I stood there like a fool choking for air.
“Basta. We must go back home now.” My mother yelled. She ran ahead of me. Her body disappeared in the dark. I could still see the flame of the candle, though. I had no choice but to run after her. If a guard sees me outside this late with a stolen item, I must pray for my safety.
I managed to get my legs to start running again. I would be able to run faster if I weren’t bare footed and had a gown on. The flame bounced side to side. I laughed because I thought of how funny my mother was running.
The pebbles and hay on the ground irritated my feet, but I still kept going. My mother pushed the door open and yanked me inside.
She set the candle back on the herce. I stood there silent with the bracer still in my hands. “Where did you get this? Chell, do you know how much trouble you can get in? Do you want to be like the thieves outside sweeping the streets?” she asked peaking through the window.
In Venice, if you are ever caught stealing you can be put to a death sentence. My father, he was executed for stealing a sack of apples at the market. The guards cornered him on a boat and killed him on the spot. I was only six when this had happened. That was eleven years ago. My mother and I have been very cautious about taking stuff that was not ours. We often paid for everything. We never argued when the people demanded more money for such “fine” vegetables, fruits, and clothing.
My mother had always told me to not steal anything from anybody. We were wealthy enough to buy anything we want. That made me question the reason why father had stolen the sack of apples.
Imagine if you TOOK a guard’s or an archer’s armor. Small armor cost about 1800 Florins. They will assume you stole the armor for money and you will be put for a death sentence. Even if you try to explain that you did not know, you will be accused of finding lost property and not returning it to the church.
Once the Archer finds out his bracer isn’t there anymore, he will know somebody had stolen it. Luckily, I was in the community courtyard. It was a good distance away from my home. The archer will suspect people who live close by.