"Are you the devil? Only the devil burns." Caroline asks me as we start walking. I shiver. Do I look like a devil. Whatever burned that knife was not me through me is more like it."Did you notice a black ring surrounds the place you stood."

I turn around so fast she almost falls. There where I was standing is a black circle, it look as if it is made of ash.

"Caroline I am not the devil and I have no idea what happen back there." To make sure she understood me I blurted how I saw here. She smiles proudly when I am done.

"I sent you that. I am getting better." She slips her tiny hand into mine. We walk towards the mansion quietly.

"Gemma you can't pick up an orphan from the street and bring her here." Lady Denby exclaims. Caroline was taken to bed by a maid. She had to be washed first.

"She has no home no family and that man-" I stop. I am not sure it will be the best to tell her. She goes on like I never said anything.

"I know your husband, my son, is half dead but that is no excuse." Her voice get higher with every word. I want to slap her. She has so many rooms and sharing one with Caroline is so hard. I can't wait until the house Simon is building is done.

"It is she stays or we go. Simon, Caroline and I." Lady Denby turns an unpleasant shade of red.

"My son is in no condition to be moved." She huffs as she spins and exits the room. I sigh knowing this is a yes. I walk slowly back to my room.

Simon is laying unmoving on the bed. I stroke his hair and cry silently.

"Milady," A small voice softly calls. I look up to see Caroline looking at me. I quickly wipe my tears a shamed that a little girl found me crying. "I hope your not mad."

Mad at what she only came to me. I shake my head. She walks into the room and closes the door.

"I don't know what it is but there is something in you that is very powerful and I think you can heal," she cocks her head,"Simon."

I gulp. I hadn't thought of that, maybe that is what Kartik meant when he said you had the power in you. I don't now what to do so I place my hands on Simon's head.

"Caroline what do I do?" For a little girl she had a lot of wisdom.

"Think of the future and happy times you had with him. Mend his mind and heart." I suddenly have hope. I think of everything we ever did. My hopes, my love for him, our dreams. Our minds touched somewhere in a different realm. I wrap my mind around his. He feels frighten and scared but I a sure him I am there even through I don't know what I am doing. We are in this together. Something is pulling me back away from him. I can't stop it.

I find myself slumped over Simon's body. He shifts. I feel so tired and drained. I black out for a minute or two.

"Gemma darling are you alright. I open ,y eyes to see Simon looking down at me. Worried apparently.

"You better." I whisper smiling. The door closes softly and I know that Caroline has left. I kiss him soft on the lips. He seems surprised but he eagerly returns the kiss. I gently push him off. I am to tired.

"Not now." He nods and rolls over to his side. It brings tears to my eyes just thinking how I had almost lost him. He wipes my tears and holds me closely.

I dream.

I open my eyes to find it very cold. I walk to the fire place and get the matches so I may light a fire. I shiver uncontrollably. My fingers are so numb. I walk to the closet to get my gloves. I pick my thickest pair. But even they don't keep me warm. I walk back to the fireplace but with the gloves it is too hard. I whimper as I go back to the bed. Simon isn't in it. I wrap the comforter around me and head for the library where Lady Denby likes the fire going even at night. The hallway seems unnaturally dark. I hum a song my mother use to sing to me. The library door is closed.

It creaks loudly as I push it open. I swear I hear my name but as I look there is nobody. The fire dies as I enter the room. I gasp and rush over. The woods are warm but my touch cools them down. I sigh and I notice my breath hungs in the air. I cry out with joy as I se the sun begining to rise. I walk over to the window. Maybe I can get it up. I take a step back as ice starts spreading from the bottom of the window. It snakes up all the windows and walls. I rush to the door but the ice reaches it before I do.

That is when I start hearing the screaming. I cover my ears but it is as if the screams are from inside of me. I curl myself up on the iced ground. The library looks like a ice cave, the ice starts climbing the comforter. I start sobbing. Maybe if I close my eyes it will go away. I close my eyes and the screams go away. They are replaced by my name. I open my eyes and look around the library. The cold is numbing but I have stopped feeling the pain or rather I have stopped feeling anything. The sun is making the ice become a rainbow. The colours dance taunting me. I search behind every shelf. Under all the tables.I look down to see something is fixed on to my gown. It is an ice figure. I pick it of and ignore the vlood that is running down my arm. It is very sharp. I open to find in my hand a bent circle with a triangle in it inside the triangle is a flower. My blood is frozen to my arm. In the very shape of that ice figure. I open my mouth in horror.