The Witches, the Peasants, and the Beggars -UF

Hidden by Rags and Roads

Years have now pasted since the last order of the Queen, yet her story is told by the many to be one of secrets lies, and personal triumphs made by the Queen herself.  Penelopy couldn't bare the idea of hold back the very lives who aided her in every endeavor for the evolution that was human nature.  She saw that as she grew older, people would do almost anything for the sake of peace and power.  Yet one idea that ate away at her soul was the God that now puts the fear of evil to rest with it's ability to do evil and not be deemed as such. For the new God could look a wicked person in the eyes and only see themselves as they do the evil dead they them self were suppose to prevent.  She couldn't live in a world where a child only prayed so her soul would be saved from the hell fire promised by the very elders who meet the same fate as the innocent.  Was it the God who made the identification between right and wrong? Or was it use as a medium for the benefit of the one telling the story of the Almighty.  

As she walked the winding road of the beggars, she saw how the old god continue to influence the present thought the acts of the social class, labeling the beggars as the scum of the earth, and the source of all the ill doings done by man, or the reason behind the current angry god.  As she found her self back again and again to this road carved out by the many outcast-ed who've walked the same past, she saw it as the ultimate symbol of rebellion.  For no matter how bleak the world seemed, the beggars have aways been a kingdom which stood apart from her once beloved city of conspirators and accusers. The more time passed the more she found her way back to the Road of the Beggars, for they work in unison with each other, aiding how ever and when ever they could.  They where gentle, caring, and never once turned a blind eye to anyone ever in need of help in a world so cruel to those who've never made sense of mans world and his rulings.  As the last Queen, she took it upon her self to be a working member of the beggars.  Never once did she disclose her identity to anyone, as she loved the commonality of herself amidst the rest of the misfortune and broken.  Yet watching as men and women came together as strangers yet recognized them as human-beings was seen in the eyes of the Queen as true character of Godliness, and not the position it gave to the Church over the very right of attempting to rule every aspect of mans life and his decisions.  

They saw each other for what they where, which wasn't a beggar, but another human in need of another human.  The church never spoke of the beggars as humans, but as the origin of all the evil doings and vile things that spring from nothingness.  Also seeing as she was lab lied as a witch by the church and her kingdom, it gave her the highest  of lows given to most foul things know to the church.  A witch was, through the eyes of the church seen as a supernatural evil woman, who's one goal in life was to bring discord to men, and steal the unborn babies of new mothers.  As these thought never had a place in the mind of Penelpoy, she found it comforting that even among the unlucky and ruined she was still a Queen in the rank of Witch superseded all others and the most illomend creation the church ever spewed from its arsenal of weaponry used as away to combat the people from leaving the church with out any true chance of spiritual independence.

Penelopy lays in the empty field, one she has grown fond of, she could help but watching the sun set as it aways does.  It filled her with cosmic lonliness, for no matter how many hand shes help, how many people shes healed, and meals she cooked, not a living soul knows the location of the Exiled Queen or her Guards-men.  It was as it the falling of the sun meant she could no longer reminices in the memories of her old kingdom for they weren't thought of her own but of the Wicked Queen Penelpy and her ultimate goal to over throw her mother and father.  She always heard some of the detail different, some parts of her story have been merged with old fairy tale as she is know a princess turned wicked by the deems she did in life, one she would never trully recover from.  Although she was flattered by the mass production of her life story it never help hearing it over and over again, and she knew the truth of the whole story.  One she could never tell, and if she did, who's to say it's not just a version of the actually story, the one circulated by the Holiest of Men, and the vindicators of god will and judgment.  

She didn't understand why they continued to slander her name, and the royal blood line as she never wished for the life of a leader on the back of any one who wished for it.  It was a burdensome life, filled with constant up heavels of ideas no one could ever trully comprehend.  Yet she believed her self to be just as naive as she ever was, nothing was ever resolved by her eye and thus she felt a utter sense of failure by the thought of it.  Even if she has six new sister kingdom, they must live forever hidden for if they are discovered it would mean the end of a free world she gave to her most loyal of followers.  

As her percese on the Road of Beggars grew so did her popularity among the seemingly luckless, the came to know her as the Lady Green, and she always wore a tattered green robe, which was left of her royal garments.  She never stop walking the winding road as she felt this was her new kingdom, and the ruined were her people and not the noble nor the wealthy.  She was could never find herself on the road which lead to the now Holyland, not cause she didn't want to go back, but if it was covered by some illision of trickery, like if the new god held her back from seeing the current condition of her old kingdom.  Althought the paths were long and some times dangerous she never felt so safe in the openess of the out side world, as she was spoiled by the confineds of her tower, one she may never lay eye on ever again.