Xena opened her eyes, in the middle of the night.
There was a flickering candle beside her. The silk curtain on the ivory white window fluttered in the air.
Seabreeze flew in, relieving the heat she was feeling .
Only buzzes in her ear have become clear voices now.
In front of her eyes, thin sickly blackish red strands floated in the air, all around the place .
She frowned, and grabbed one of the threads.
" Dear god of death! I pray for the death of Michael. He is a brute, who forces himself on me every day. He even beats his own son, despite the child being barely five. Worst of all, he has set his sights on my little sister, and I live in fear wondering when he might kill her. Kill him please. Kill him as soon as possible." a voice whispered in her ears.
Xena picked up another strand.
It's similarly a death wish.
All the blood red strands floating around her are death wishes for one or other person.
