My training, at first didn't change much. Seraphina pushed me a little harder. But I accounted that to her just being a worried friend. Then, as the days went on, and the weather began to get colder, she began to push me harder and harder. I had begun to think something was up, but my suspicions were confirmed when Michael attended one of our training sessions.

The first day, he said nothing, he only stood on the edge. Directly across from the oak tree I threw my knife at for months. There were still days Seraphina would have me throw. "To make sure you don't forget how too." She would say when I asked why.

Every time Seraphina knocked me down, I would see Michael shaking his head out of the corner of my eye. It made me want to succeed even more. For the first time, I knocked her down that day. With a blow to the side of her ribs, I knocked the air out of her, giving me the ability to kick her feet out from under her.

Michael gave no reaction.

The next day, he gave me small tips. When to duck. When to hit. What to look for. This went on for a week. Then one day, Seraphina didn't come. Just me and Michael in the clearing. By then the ground was nearly completely covered in leaves, and the grass had died.

"Where's Seraphina?" I asked, when she didn't follow him into the clearing.

"Today it will just be you and me." He answered. I gulped

While I had never fought him, I had seen him fight off Mira, I knew he was very skilled.

"Punch me." He said, without further instructions.

My feet took their spots in the stance Seraphina had taught me. I pulled my fist back to punch him, and before I had the chance to punch him, he had grabbed my other arm. He yanked my arm to the ground, pulling the rest of my body with it. I rolled onto my back, with Michael above me.

I was brought to another time I was in such a situation. It was night then, and it wasn't Michael above me. It was Thomas.

A part, in the very back of my mind knew that it wasn't real. It couldn't be real, but it was. I felt the warm summer night air. The wood under me felt just as rough as it did the first time.

Thomas was on top of me. I felt his hand creeping up my leg, his other one clasped roughly above my mouth. All I felt was an overwhelming sense of fear. I couldn't process anything else.

Then Thomas's hand wasn't on leg and over my mouth. They both clutched my shoulders. "Rose?" He yelled, but Michael's voice came out.

I wasn't on the dock, I was in the clearing. It was the middle of the day, the sun peaked through the gaps between leaves. I felt frozen to the bone, I wasn't sure if I could move. Michael still had hold of my shoulders, "Rose?" He asked, "Rose are you ok?"

I pulled myself out of his grasped and asked, "What happened?"

"I was hoping you could tell me." He answered giving me a concerned look, "You froze, and started screaming."

I had been screaming. That I knew. I didn't know why I was suddenly on the dock, with Thomas on top of me.

Michael stood up, "I think I need to take you to Eliana." He said offering me his hand

I didn't take the hand, instead shakily standing up myself, "No. I'm fine-"

"No your not." He said, "That wasn't a suggestion either."

I followed him back to the village and to the small cabin that the nurses worked in. We found Elisana in the same room she was in the last time I had been in that building.

"Michael" She greeted with a smile as he walked in, the smile vanishing when she caught sight of me, "Rose!" She cried, "You're as pale as death!"

She ushered me to the stiff cot, and pressed her hand against my forehead. Michel explained what had happened as she cleaned off the dried sweat from my face.

"Do you think it's something Mira did?" She asked eyeing me nervously

"No." I whispered

They turned to me, as I hadn't spoken since Michael had informed me we were going to see Eliana.

"What do you mean?" Michael asked, "It seems exactly like something Mira would do. Cast a spell on you to make you see things."

"I-It wasn't just that." I explained to them what I had seen, how real it had felt.

When I finished my tale, Michael took Eliana into the hall.They talked in hushed voices behind the wooden door. I couldn't make out what they were saying, and I didn't want to.

When they opened the door, and walked back into the small room, Michael had taken off his glowing necklace.

"Put it on. Don't take it off." He instructed, and left the room.

I looked to Eliana for an answer on his sudden mood change, but she gave none.

"You" she paused, "you shouldn't tell anyone about this." She told me, "They'll all make a fuss, and we don't need that right now. Especially with Mira making her intentions for you so clear."

I nodded my head, I had no desire to tell anyone about my episode.

Eliana started to clean up, placing the pieces of cloth she used to clean my face into the bowl of water.

"Is something wrong?" I questioned, noticing my friend was not herself

"It's nothing it's just it, it's mine and Aliza's birthday today." she said quickly

'I wondered for a moment, if I had heard her correctly. In my town we celebrated birthdays. In our family my mother would make sweet bread.

"I don't understand." I said

Eliana looked at her feet and then to me, "Aliza and I were sent her on our birthday, it was the last time we saw our parents." Tears began to form in her eyes. She sat next to me on the cot, "You can't let Aliza know it told you this." She told me, looking me in the eyes.

I vigorously nodded my head

She stared at me for a moment, as if to make sure I wasn't lying, "Our parents weren't supposed to be together." She started, "Our mother was a slave in our father's house. Our father fell for our mother, but they kept their relationship a secret. They knew how people would react if they knew. When my mother found out that she was to have us, she said we were another man's." She stopped talking for a moment, I realised just how hard this was for her tell me, when I saw the constant flow of tears running down her cheeks. "When we were born, they still kept our parentage a secret. We always knew though. Our mother said she couldn't stand the thought of keeping it a secret from us. It worked for eight years."

I let out a gasp, I couldn't bear the thought of hiding something like that for eight years. I then thought to Thomas. If what had happened hadn't, would I still be meeting him at the docks?

"It was our birthday, and our father had come to see us. His father followed him and all of us. He said that our mother had used witchcraft on him, and had two children of the devil. He wanted to have the three of us killed. Our father told us that there was a place deep in the woods, where we would be safe. He told us to run and we did. We found the Witch Hunters three days later." She had to stop to compose herself once more, "We never saw our parents again. I have no clue if our mother was really killed, or what became of our father."

She lost all composer and broke down crying, hiding her face in her hands.

"My sister was accused of being a witch." I blurted

She turned and looked at me, thought I didn't look at her. "What?" She asked

"My sister. She was accused of being a witch. She had just moved to Salem with her new husband. The townspeople burned her alive. It was after she died that one of the witches admitted to making it seem like she was one." As I talked I didn't break down, perhaps because of my previous breakdown, I didn't shed the tears I was expecting.

"I'm sorry." Eliana said, "Where you close with her?"

I nodded, "I was mad when she moved, mad at her for leaving. When we caught word of her death, I felt awful at first, but I was still mad. The town had started to separate themselves from us. Even at church. I think it's why Reverend Brusco was so quick to decide to kill me." I explained "My father became some what obsessed with our image. He wouldn't even let my mother take my little sister to the town doctor out of fear of what the town would say."

Eliana took my hand. She said nothing, because all that needed to be said had been said