Atossa: Pacing along the room fast, stroking chin. Sit's down and starts tapping the floor, then covers her face with hands.

Messenger: Runs along with papers.

Atossa: Stands up.

Messenger: Cherades! Battle. Our people dead. Your lover alive. Your lover running away to you. Others wave swords run we scream.

Atossa: Uneasy.

Messenger: Walks off.

Atossa: Clock the audience. Shrugs shoulders and paces up and down again. Falls to the floor crying.

For those of you who didnt get that, here's the story with talking!

Atossa: *pacing along the room* Oh, where is he??? *pacing along the room faster* Awwww, XERXES (ex-erks-ees), WHERE ARE YOU?!?

Messenger: I bring bad news!

Atossa: *gives all attentino to the Messenger*

Messenger: Our country has lost in the war! All of our kings have died!

Atossa: NOOOOOOO!

Messenger: Except one... King Xerxes is still alive.

Atossa: ...pardon?

Messenger: King Xerxes is still alive. He has been captured, but he is trying to run away. He's escaping from them. He should be home soon! *walks away*

Atossa: *Clocks the audience* Xerxes is alive! But... we lost.... *Falls to the floor crying*