"You're just messing with us like toi always do aren't you?" Bloom accused.
"Look at the files." Icy shrugged.
The fairy looked to the papers that like at Tecna's feet;
Iciel Grace Blackthorn
The seconde eldest child of Francis and Vernilla.
rendez-vous amoureux, date of Birth: December 18th 1674
Age of Death: 18
rendez-vous amoureux, date of Death: December 18th 1692
Manner of Death: House fire--execution
Linda Darcy Blackthorn
The third eldest child of Francis and Vernilla.
rendez-vous amoureux, date of Birth: August 23th 1675
Age of Death: 17
rendez-vous amoureux, date of Death: December 18th 1692
Manner of Death: House fire--execution
Vanessa Stormy Blackthorn
The seconde youngest child of Francis and Vernilla.
rendez-vous amoureux, date of Birth: July 21st 1677
Age of Death: 15
rendez-vous amoureux, date of Death: December 16th 1692
Manner of Death: Pneumonia
"You're name isn't Iciel." Bloom denied.
"Go ahead Bloom, tell me plus about me. I'm dying to know what a fairy who didn't even know of her own identity--until I told her of it--knows about me." Icy paused. "Darcy and Stormy go par their middle names. I go par an alias. A nickname toi could say."
"If any of this were true toi couldn't have aged and toi couldn't possibly have gone to nuage Tower ou have gotten hurt in the Battle of Magix..." Tecna tried.
"You all are painfully good with denial, I must give toi credit." Icy rolled her eyes. "I haven't aged a day. I can go wherever I damn well please, and I didn't get hurt in that battle--only Ibinu can hurt me. If I did I would have been dead. How ironic, if I had been alive then I would have died in a feu anyways."
"Liar." Bloom pressed.
Icy's expression twisted to a smirk. She strode towards the Winx and when she reached the center of the room implied herself upon a large spike of ice. Not a drop of blood hit the floor, not a cry of pain. She melted the spike away. "I'm already dead."
"Then why are we here?" Musa asked.
"Because Darcy and Stormy still think they're alive. They were 'afraid of the ghosts and wanted them gone'. We are the ghosts. Do toi see the problem?" Icy muttered. "And the last thing I want is for toi to come in here and get rid of the five of us. Leave my brother to his games in the forest, leave me to do what ever I choose to do, and don't toi dare tell the other two that they're already dead."
"Why shouldn't we?" Layla questioned.
"Because they'll want to traverser, croix over. And they can't. They can't because Ibinu is a spiritual cockblock!" Icy growled.
"Well I think they have the right to know." Flora a dit softly.
"No. toi have no clue what it's like to know that you're dead and unable to cross." Icy snapped. "Ignorance is bliss, I keep telling toi that. Simone didn't start his nightly burning ritual until he found out that he died in a fire. Jyne didn't start decaying until she found out she was dead..." she trailed off. "Knowing you're dead is plus painful than believing you're alive. So either help me get rid of Ibinu ou get the hell out of here."
"Jyne is decaying and Simone is reliving his death over and over again. What's happening to you." Musa asked.
Icy glanced up, meeting the fairy's eyes. "I sacrificed myself to Ibinu to prevent him from claiming Darcy. The longer toi wait the closer I am to becoming one of his kind."
"How long have toi been stuck here." Flora asked sympathy dripping in her tone.
"Save the pity for Jyne, she's been here the longest. Darcy, Stormy and I, we've only been here for a little while, group of nuage Tower students came for a tour of the place a while back. Despite what Griffin said, they summoned us anyways." She began to fade away. "You can take those files back to the census building."
"She's been dead this whole time." Bloom whispered to herself as her every encounter with the spirit-witch replayed in her mind. It sure explained a lot.
She almost felt bad for the woman. Dead, and forced to stay on Earth forever.
Burned alive. And on her own birthday too.
"Look at the files." Icy shrugged.
The fairy looked to the papers that like at Tecna's feet;
Iciel Grace Blackthorn
The seconde eldest child of Francis and Vernilla.
rendez-vous amoureux, date of Birth: December 18th 1674
Age of Death: 18
rendez-vous amoureux, date of Death: December 18th 1692
Manner of Death: House fire--execution
Linda Darcy Blackthorn
The third eldest child of Francis and Vernilla.
rendez-vous amoureux, date of Birth: August 23th 1675
Age of Death: 17
rendez-vous amoureux, date of Death: December 18th 1692
Manner of Death: House fire--execution
Vanessa Stormy Blackthorn
The seconde youngest child of Francis and Vernilla.
rendez-vous amoureux, date of Birth: July 21st 1677
Age of Death: 15
rendez-vous amoureux, date of Death: December 16th 1692
Manner of Death: Pneumonia
"You're name isn't Iciel." Bloom denied.
"Go ahead Bloom, tell me plus about me. I'm dying to know what a fairy who didn't even know of her own identity--until I told her of it--knows about me." Icy paused. "Darcy and Stormy go par their middle names. I go par an alias. A nickname toi could say."
"If any of this were true toi couldn't have aged and toi couldn't possibly have gone to nuage Tower ou have gotten hurt in the Battle of Magix..." Tecna tried.
"You all are painfully good with denial, I must give toi credit." Icy rolled her eyes. "I haven't aged a day. I can go wherever I damn well please, and I didn't get hurt in that battle--only Ibinu can hurt me. If I did I would have been dead. How ironic, if I had been alive then I would have died in a feu anyways."
"Liar." Bloom pressed.
Icy's expression twisted to a smirk. She strode towards the Winx and when she reached the center of the room implied herself upon a large spike of ice. Not a drop of blood hit the floor, not a cry of pain. She melted the spike away. "I'm already dead."
"Then why are we here?" Musa asked.
"Because Darcy and Stormy still think they're alive. They were 'afraid of the ghosts and wanted them gone'. We are the ghosts. Do toi see the problem?" Icy muttered. "And the last thing I want is for toi to come in here and get rid of the five of us. Leave my brother to his games in the forest, leave me to do what ever I choose to do, and don't toi dare tell the other two that they're already dead."
"Why shouldn't we?" Layla questioned.
"Because they'll want to traverser, croix over. And they can't. They can't because Ibinu is a spiritual cockblock!" Icy growled.
"Well I think they have the right to know." Flora a dit softly.
"No. toi have no clue what it's like to know that you're dead and unable to cross." Icy snapped. "Ignorance is bliss, I keep telling toi that. Simone didn't start his nightly burning ritual until he found out that he died in a fire. Jyne didn't start decaying until she found out she was dead..." she trailed off. "Knowing you're dead is plus painful than believing you're alive. So either help me get rid of Ibinu ou get the hell out of here."
"Jyne is decaying and Simone is reliving his death over and over again. What's happening to you." Musa asked.
Icy glanced up, meeting the fairy's eyes. "I sacrificed myself to Ibinu to prevent him from claiming Darcy. The longer toi wait the closer I am to becoming one of his kind."
"How long have toi been stuck here." Flora asked sympathy dripping in her tone.
"Save the pity for Jyne, she's been here the longest. Darcy, Stormy and I, we've only been here for a little while, group of nuage Tower students came for a tour of the place a while back. Despite what Griffin said, they summoned us anyways." She began to fade away. "You can take those files back to the census building."
"She's been dead this whole time." Bloom whispered to herself as her every encounter with the spirit-witch replayed in her mind. It sure explained a lot.
She almost felt bad for the woman. Dead, and forced to stay on Earth forever.
Burned alive. And on her own birthday too.