Alexa stuck rags in the keyhole, and only after that, she undressed and entered the tub filled with warm water and petal of flowers. Perhaps during the bath, she could relax a little in the face of new facts.
Her birth gift was a curse in a hostile world, and her entire family had been wiped out because of it. And those who did not die from carrying the gift died because of Alexa.
With a sigh meant to dismiss the lethargy, the maiden dipped her face in the water. Holding her breath for a moment and another and other, she intended to experience one of the three petite morts, or 'small deaths,' as she was taught, wishing to seek the oracle in transcendence.
How many times had she died like this?
But not tonight. Alexa felt weak, in fact, exhausted, and backed away before she stepped on the brink of death, as brief it was. She must have the strength to return from there.
