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The Banished Princess - a short story by A.B.King

   Once upon a time in a land far away a beautiful princess was banished by an evil sorcerer. In a single night of tragedy the sorcerer had killed her father the King, deceived the people of the land, assumed the throne and banished her (the only one left with royal blood) from her own kingdom. The sorcerer didn’t have the opportunity to kill her discreetly but he had to act quickly. Although he turned her people against her, they would rebel against him if he dared hurt her, so he banished her.
   The banished princess’ life got a lot more complicated and when she just couldn’t take it anymore she decided to hang herself on a tree. Just before she was about to kick away the stool that stood between her and the floor, an angel appeared to her. The angel told her that she still had a great destiny to fulfil and even though her people didn’t know it, they needed her. He told her anything is possible to those who believe in Jesus and no mountain is too great to refuse to fall in the face of a believer in Jesus.
   The angel instructed her to come down from the stool and walk a little distance towards the east that she would come to a little church. She should enter inside for the preacher would tell her words by which she would be saved.
   Everything happened as the angel had said, after her encounter with the preacher she went back to her kingdom and confronted the sorcerer whose magic and spell upon the people fell to the mighty power in the name of Jesus.
   From that day on, the name of Jesus was highly revered in her kingdom and she was crowned Queen and true ruler of all the land. Thanks be to Jesus.  

                                                              THE END.

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Crucify the Rich, Burn them at the Stake/
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