The Confrontation

Dina Sabbargh, or as many called her, the chief of the Flavic Village, was not feeling particularly jovial today.

That fact was backed by the deep frown she kept on her face as she entered the usual building that housed the regular meetings of the village's council.

She was late, of course, since no one had deemed it necessary to inform her of the impending council meeting. The convergence of the meeting between many elders of the village was not necessarily a hidden affair, but she was not let know of the situation either.

Her eyes, filled with righteous fury, looked across the room and finally landed on the person responsible for all the inconvenient things happening this morning.

Elder Khalid, of the Nkrumah family.

And yes, she was addressing this as just an inconvenience because the old man was grasping the last straws for the power struggle. She knew that, and the old man knew that also.

Thus, that was the amount of respect his little shameful display was going to get.