It was a fine day at Puente De Amor. The bridge had long been finished but only did today that the Mangan Tribe decided to sign a treaty with the Ministry of Indigenous Affairs. Darryl was there, walking down the bridge he made for his wife, the sun warmed his skin and there was music from tribal drums anywhere making the ambiance sprightly, but Darryl's insides were all cold—it had always been like that for the last six years.
The Manggan Tribe and the Ministry met at the middle of the bridge where a line was drawn indicating the par line. On the other end, the tribe lined up with their new tribe leader, Enoch, while on the other side, Darryl stood with the Ministry.
