Later that day Ngala sat by the river as the sun set. Watching the huge orange sphere bring out the silouette of everything it shined on from its western side. The sunlight's reflection off of the water hypnotized Ngala by making the river look like flowing flames. The tranquil trance took her thoughts to her father, Raja. Tall,sleek, and strong Zulu man.
Almost immediately she saw Ghazi- she could smell his cognac...