It was rainy afternoon when a boy Mackis running for his life. It was one of terrible days he had after he decided to escape from Martyna. He is only thirteen year old and this life has been cruel for him to endure all sufferings since he was vanished from Burlington palace.
	Yes.
	He is a prince -a king supposed, after the death of his father king Nicolau of Burlington his mother queen Martyna reigned the kingdom disregarded that she is woman.
	Queen Martyna after the death of king Nicolau took the throne as a rightful to reign over Burlington but impossible to take over as long as eight-year-old prince Mackis is alive and healthy.
	It was a horrible action that almost put the prince to his death after he was pushed by queen Martyna to the castle's window three days after the death of the king. He must be dead or broken limb by limb if it is not in the net hanged covering the plants rescued him caused him not to land on a hard ground.
	It was almost midnight of his sleeping when his mother kissed his forehead to woke him up. It was a surprise! He never remember queen Martyna hugged nor kissed Mackis since he grew up. But this night is different. The woman hugged him so tight and kissed his cheek and forehead as if it was first and the last.
	"Young boy, it is your best luck if you never been born at all..." she whispered with a grin on her face.
	He never understood the word but never spoke a word to his mother.
	"Are you not to ask me why I never like you young prince?" She asked. "I never wished of becoming a mother -but a queen yes! 
She opened it and pulled him to reach the terrace. He felt the icy cold of the night but his mother never bothered to cover him. He watched the darkness surrounded them but his 
wickedest of a mother pushed him to fall there to his death.

	

THE SECRET PLAN

When my father and my mother forsake me, then the LORD will take me up. 


Teach me thy way, O LORD, and lead me in a plain path, because of mine enemies. 


 It is a terrible cold night and the thickness of his night garments cannot be enough to ease the coldness he feels. 


 He is sobbing while making his way down from the hanging net cover of beautiful flowers of the castle's garden. He is unaware of his direction. His eyes covered with tears tried to visualize the darkness while fighting against the coldness of the night. 


 The queen never bothered herself to look for him. She silently left Mackis chamber sure enough of the prince's death. She ignored any ounce of concern for Mackis. She could never entertain weaknesses -not anything nor anyone under the sunlight she could permit to stop her from her gluttonous ambition. 


 Mackis strived harder but seems his little strength never will allow him to finish whatever the best way he could to save himself. The icy coldness froze his every little nerve. "M-mother! Mother! Save me from here please." He begged pathetically but the deafening silence of the night brought back the noise he created to his own ears. He cried terribly in the horror and pain he felt. 


 He stopped there to rest his body and waited for the frozen dew of the night to claim his death. 


 "Prince Mackis my son, you are so precious to me. You are my precious amongst any possessions. You are the best reason for your mother's rejoicing never cause her tears through your death." King Nicolau uttered him in hopes of reviving his son from death. 


 He was six years old when he was inflicted with gastritis. His stomach suffered the most unusual pain he ever felt in his existence. He vomited horribly that almost dug his intestines out for three days. The king has promised the doctors of the kingdom to receive a good prize to perform their best in mending him. But he was so hopeless. In his young thought, he could simply ask for a sweet sleep to rest from inflection. 


 His queen mother took the seat of the king beside Mackis' bed. She occupied but show not an ounce of concern for his prince child. She looked at him as if it was her duty but she never laid a finger for his comfort. Her colored eyelids are glittery while her pupils round the mocking words she only knows from her inside. The king left to summon the best doctor in the kingdom. 


 He terribly shook in pain as the tingling heat burn him inside and urge him to vomit awfully as his nurse held the pail to his face. The queen watches him with satisfaction in his suffering. How come she is his mother?


CHAPTER 03- MACKIS' FALL