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

For every battle of the warrior is with confused noise, and garments rolled in blood; but this shall be with burning and fuel of fire. 


 After fifteen years, Mackis accumulated powers! 


 There were thousands of men divided with every groups in a ten hectare green fields. There are roaring of soldiers marching in the command of their leader. 


 On the uphill side of the filled are seven hundred arrow shooters which never missed their target. The southern part are men of bullets and guns with the deafening sound as it shoot its projectiles. The middle part of the ground were full of men with swords and daggers. There are horses and there riders on the grassy downhill. 


 It is the third hour of the day. Some of his men are on there way to the large kitchen for their share of meals. Mackis alerted himself as he heard knocks from the back door of his ironed-made domicile. 


CHAPTER 20- SOLDIERS OF THE PRINCE