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

Thou shalt not curse the deaf, nor put a stumblingblock before the blind, but shalt fear thy God: I am the LORD. 


 She put her cover over her face and head as she walk outside the door to be sure that nobody should see her face while she passed by the way of her father's bakers. 


 While her father is attending the customers' buy breads and biscuits. She hurried herself to her room and changed her beautifully embroidered red gown of a fading navy blue plain-colored duster and a dark brown covering on her face and head. A basket of bread and a gray colored old cloak on top of it. Her disguise as an old woman is perfect. She decided to go out of the city to give bread to some beggars and unfortunate people she saw last time she went out with her brothers to buy her needed color paint. 


 Her heart was aching seeing them in pain. While she was abundant almost in many things she can't imagine every night she lay in a comfortable bed inside a secured home, those people are destitute of things she had. 


She planned two weeks ago her going out to help them but she never had chance. Asking permission from her parents are things next to impossible to be approved. She knew how they protected her. She felt nervous as she passed through the back gate with a shaft to her left hand as an old woman did and her wide basket was too heavy for her to carry. She covered her hands with some wool to support her hands from bruises from the sharp edges of basket holders. 


 "Old one, may I help you carry your heavy stuff? This is too much for you." A man almost seven and forty summers old approached her, one of her father's workers she recognized. She felt uneasy in fear of him and knew it was his master's young daughter. But realized nobody of their workers knew her. She was thankful to the man but she can't thank him in fear her voice will hint her disguise. She willingly let him assist her. 


 Elise reached the market city looking for the beggars she saw last time. The city appeared clean and lively. "Where are the beggars?" She asked one of the fancy-stuff vendors on her way. 


 "I'm sorry but I can't tell where are they now. But I'm happy not to see some sort of eyesore today," the old man answered him. "I heard some sort of help from the palace had came to help the homeless and beggars." The man answered her with uncertainty. 


 "Oh! That must be good news," she answered in relief. 


 "Old one, I wish to help you until you reach your destination but I have my master waiting for me." The man carrying her basket on her side mumbled. 


 "I am grateful for your kindness," she answered in a hoarse voice. She took the basket and put it on the side of the street while looking into different people of different occupations with their busy tasks.


CHAPTER 09- LUCKILY UNLUCKY