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

If thou lend money to any of my people that is poor by thee, thou shalt not be to him as a usurer, neither shalt thou lay upon him usury. 


 "A thief! A thief!" One of the vendors cried pointing out a young man running in her direction. All of a sudden one of the by-passers caught him and all of the men and women gathered around him hitting and kicking the boy. 


 "Excuse me, excuse me," a young man about ten and seven summers wearing an article of purple clothing. "How much is his debt to deserve this torture? This young brother is hungry so he stole bread. " The lad asked and everyone made way for him. They bowed their heads as they recognized their prince. 


 "We're sorry your highness but this unruly must learn his lesson." One of the merchants answered. 


 "Back off now!" The guard barked at the merchant. The wounded boy then bowed to the prince profusely. He gazed around looking for his friends then escaped from the face of Norton prince. 


 The murmurings about the heroic deeds of Prince Lukas reached Elise's ears. The people admired him that the kingdom will be having a future good king instead of his cousin crowned Prince Echaru, King Yeser's eldest son. 


 A thief she saw bumped her basket of bread. The boy apologized to her shyly. Her bread and biscuits inside her basket were scattered on the street. The boy who carried heavy loads of fabrics with different colors smeared in pave and dust stick on it. The boy nervously picked both the dusted bread and fabrics. His sweat wetted all over his face. Two men approached and kicked the thin body of the poor boy. 


 The stout man barked. "Hurry up!" shouted the other while pushing the boy to the ground with his left foot. The boy screamed an inaudible cry as the hard metallic boots reached his bony back. 


 The distress stopped as four men with that good-looking young boy she saw earlier about ten and two summers of age helped the thief to escape from menacing merchants and defended again the poor kid. 


 The attack of kicks on his face. Young men and bandits were fighting in front of Elise. She can fight to defend any of the group as her guise is of an old woman. 


 The youngest of the poor boy's heroes fighting the prodigious man among thugs appeared from the other side of the street. The scene of fighting men caught the attention of commoners. One of the oppressors grabbed her to cover himself from the one holding the shining sword. The sight of a skillful lad attacking her with his sword terrified her. She felt the hot liquid flowing from her arm. An arrow from one of the young boy's defenders struck her. Her world spun and turns grey.


CHAPTER 10- STREET LIFE OF POVERTY