I still remember. I can't forget. My old mind will always have that memory imbedded within it. The fire, the blood; our mother trying to save us. Then later beaten to death by the rest of the village. My dear brother, Alec, trying to stop my cries. I can still hear them. Their cries forever in my ears shouting, kill them, burn the witches, witch twins... I recall voicing my thoughts on their deaths. I still feel the fire in my skin as they set Alec and I on deaths fire. But the most prominent memory is one fire going away and a new one spreading. Through My hands, arms, chest, everywhere. And waking up to see my brother unharmed as well as knowing mind savior Aro.