" The king is here." says one of the king's guard.
he walk majestically, carrying a strong aura, while looking at the 6 people standing for him arrogantly.
he sat on his throne that made from woods and leopard skin, his 10 guards divided themselves into 2, 5 stand at his right side and other 5 at left side.
He is king Barbushe of kalwa city, he is from suku tribe one of the 7 tribes in the city, he was chosen by the elders of the remaining 6 tribes to rules after the war of falka.
" Barbushe we chose you in order to maintain peace in this land, however, i can say we are disappointed in you." one of the elders says while looking at the king in disdain.
" you are right"
"elder kassim you just hate him because he is not from your tribe"
"don't be bias elder musabi you know elder kassim is telling the truth"
"truth my ...."
"enough" the king said
" one falka remember, we promised to trust and help each other, so what is this nonsense now. we are facing a bigger problem than all that your ambitious claims."
"what is more important than the unity of our tribes, we need a new leader who can do that" elder kassim said looking at other elders
"hahahaha you mean you" elder musabi says
"my lords the twins are alive" the king said hurriedly.