The story of patrucio chapter 1

Chapter 1

Sicily, Italy November 6th, 1501

A young boy dressed in a robe made from angora, pants from jeans and boots from lamb hide, was running through the plaza. A basket of fruit clamped under his arm, supported by the other. His brown hair swayed in the wind. The left sleeve of his shirt was ripped off showing off a tattoo branded into his skin. The mark of the brotherhood.  Not far behind were men dressed in white robes and armor. The red cross on their cloth stood out like it was a sign of the devil himself marked upon an angles soul. The boy ran into a coldersak  hiding behind a pile of discarded boxes. There he sat for a good two hours till the noise of the market has lowered down. He stood up and started his walk home, on the way it started to rain down. The sound of the drops on the streets of Sicily sounded like an audience never growing tired of clapping.

In a distance he could see smoke rising up. It took some time for him to collect his thoughts on that particular place but as he came closer, he realized it was his home that was burning. He dropped the basket, sending the fruit scattering into the dirty, wet ground. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him. As he came closer he could hear the clashing of metal and the screams of people. When he reached the gates of his home. The clashing has died and the screams have diminished under the raging flames of the fire that has trapped the walls of his home behind them. He sank to his knees and curled up, releasing sorrowful cries from him. He continued to weep till he was exhausted and feel asleep. He woke up again in the morning. He was still wet and weak from last night. He looked up at what has remained of his home, the assassin brotherhood of Sicily. Patrucio got himself to stand up and walk inside the walls kicking away burned wood and the corpses of those who had been killed or have not escaped the flames burning rage, or both. He sunk his head low and turned when he heard faint moans from a place. His head shot up and he immediately followed the noises. It was coming from a shed. The place were he and his fellow brothers would keep their supply's on food, water and weapons. He opened the door and inside he saw two creatures their faces smired with blood and ash. He walked up to them, inspecting them carefully. His face grew from pale to red and his eyes teared up once more "fratello", he said and he slung his arms around the creatures neck.

End of chapter 1