It was very quiet that afternoon, when even the wind seemed reluctant to blow and the leaves around that old hut did not make any sound. In that silence, a witch girl named Galuh Gagalang
was sitting alone in front of her hut with eyes were staring out blankly, confused. Her mouth quivered, casting her magical spells. “Oh Gods I worship, do listen to me. Grant me an incredible
strength to be able to reign in this country. You have not been fair to me. How come you gave power to such a weak king while I don’t even have a little of it? Aren’t I more capable than that foolish king?”