the wind was blowing the rain making it so hard to see. the blackness of the night was upon
the quiet little village. a woman approached slowly, looking for the house that she had been
watching for days now. seeing it she walked in pace not wanting anyone to see her. she carried
a small bundle with her. it seemed to be moving, slowly she rocked it while little sounds
escaped the bundle. looking around making sure that no one was watching she placed the
bundle on the small rug outside the modest looking hut. pinning a note to the pile of cloth she
turns around trying not to look back. running around the side of the house she picks up a rock
throwing it through a window, making sure it caused a commotion. suddenly she saw a candle
lit and movement. this is what she wanted. staying in her place under the cover of darkness
she watched a man open up the front door. looking around into the blackness he heard a small
spluttering sound coming from below him. seeing the bundle of cloth on the floor, it seemed to
be moving. bending down to the ground and uncovering to find a tiny baby not more than a
couple of weeks old. picking up the child in his arms wrapping her up from the cold rain he
took her inside calling for his wife.
xena stood still in the darkness, a small tear running down her face. the only warmth in her eyes gone, back to cold ice. wiping the tear away she ran back into the forrest. the body wanted to look back, but her head said no. she is better off.