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

Behold, as the eyes of servants look unto the hand of their masters, and as the eyes of a maiden unto the hand of her mistress; so our eyes wait upon the LORD our God, until that he have mercy upon us. 


 The warmth of Burlington sunrise shined through Mackis' face. It helped him to gain more strength to move further while the heat it caused is still friendly. He can't tell how far he had to walk from Burlington Palace. 


 He heard some commotion from a distance. He alerted himself to defend himself from any threats possibly he encountered on his way. He hid in a thick bush upon seeing the group of merchant travelers with their camels and their burdens. His hiding place is quite elevated so he can freely observe how awful those masters are to his servants with him. 


 "It's not your place chap! Don't interrupt!" The hoodlum's voice from his back while the other hand covered to shut while embracing him tightly enough to control his strength. It was swift- he had been caught by some thugs! If only he had his sword with him or his dagger to defend himself from this nerve! 


Three men joined the others to bind him in a rope and put him in a woven basket. One of them put a piece of stashed cloth on his mouth and sacked him. One of the bony men carried Mackis like a poor beast from its hunting. He closed his eyes for the audacity of the action. It helped him rest for a little while without using his dumb feet- walking for two days now! It was useless for him to struggle so he behaved well enough and sensitive enough to his captors. 


 "Twenty larger for a good worker." He heard from one of his raptors. He heard the tinkling of silvers and there he is -sold! 


 "Slave! Perform now your duty to your new masters." The sack covering his head was removed and he can see clearly the merchant he observed from afar while he hid through a thick bush, where his captors caught him. They unbounded Mackis from the rope while demoting him to the lowest state of humans- a king turn into a slave! 


 "What's your name?" One of the merchants inquired him. The man was bearded and he wore a turban in his head. 


 "Macki..." he answered doubting if it was right to reveal his identity. At last, he decided that it was right for him to be a slave for any unknown reasons it might be helpful for his safety. "My last masters called me Mackistas." He decided later. 


 "I am your new master from now on and your name will be Schiavo Trienta y tres for you will be my thirty-third newly acquired slave." Said the stout master, "Uno! Teach the slave his portions of duty!" He barked loudly while the thin man called Uno trembled like he was to be devoured by the fat man if he ever commit a mistake. 


 "It will be, as you desired master," answered the skinny man. His outfit was as of sackcloth in penance with stains of blood on it. 


 Mackis scrutinized the men with him and he noticed the worn-out expressions on every slave's face. He can read through their actions and how the master ruled them.


CHAPTER 05- UNPLANNED JOURNEY