The water crashed against the wooden pier of the docks, as the bay churned violently. The ships docked there rocked relentlessly at the mercy of the current. Dark clouds hung low in the sky, threatening to open and let the angels’ tears fall to earth. It was a regular thing in Venezia to have hot, humid afternoons followed by a powerful storm or rain. Many of the merchants here considered me a nuisance, but I choose to consider myself as a “honourable” thief. Sure, I steal things, but I never cheat.
I decided to leave before it started to pour. I stood up and the wind blew the salty sea air in my face that I had grown so accustomed to after seventeen years of living here. The last rays of the setting sun were peeking through the sad clouds offering me a brilliant final glimpse of the large bustling harbour. The alluring foreign scents wafted towards me from a newly docked ship. I had always enjoyed coming here just to see the goods that would come to Venice from all around the world. I had always longed to visit the exotic places that some of these ships came from, but I could not just leave my home and friends behind. I turned and ran across the roofs to go home. Home. I never really had one for most of my life until one fateful day, when I was about twelve years old; a man took me in and taught me how to survive. His name was Yusuf Al-Sayf.
I climbed down from the roof and quietly slipped through the recognizable narrow walkway that opened up into a wide courtyard. The lanterns were lit, casting long shadows, and as I walked across my steps echoed against the high walls that kept it hidden from outsiders. Yusuf and his younger brother, Tazim, found this place when they first arrived in Venice as orphans from his home across the sea, and now it had become a home not only for them, but for others who shared the same fate. I entered the low-lying building, and I walked through the labyrinth of hallways trying to locate a good friend of mine, Federico. Suddenly I heard a grunt of frustration followed by the sound of something shattering as I passed by a wooden door.
I looked carefully and noticed the door was cracked open. I was about to knock when I heard someone talking, so I stepped closer to hear what was being said.
“This is the last time I will let him get away with his carelessness!” Someone from inside the room cried. I immediately recognized the voice; it was Tazim! “He has to die, I want him dead!”
I let out a quiet gasp. He was talking about Yusuf! Before I could attempt anything, the door swung open the rest of the way and before me stood Tazim. I felt myself sink away from his hard, condescending stare.
“YOU!” He roared in angry “, if you say a word about this to anyone, I will be sure to torture you, Adrianna, before I kill you with my bare hands.” He slammed the door shut and shoved past my roughly. He was down the hall in seconds. It was only after he was out of sight that I could breath again. Tazim had always daunted me...