Aurora looked at him as he sat on the bed, turning down the fire on her potions she moved and sat down beside him, gently putting her hand on his shower. "I understand guilt more then anyone would know..." She stated with a sigh, "You see when I was no more than a babe I was four, maybe five years old. My parents gave my that puppet to play with, back then he was a normal puppet. We played and played, I didn't have full control of my powers yet no witch would at that age. Little things would happen, little fires, things coming and going, the worst phase was when inanimate objects came to life, we lived in a mixed community there were witches and vampires and mortals, I didn't know that I thought they were all the same as I...I was playing with friends and I made the puppet come to life...they began to scream and shout 'Witch witch burn her as a witch.' I ran home to my folks, the puppet running behind me. The town came to the door and pulled us out and put us in jail, They tied our hands behind our backs we couldn't do anything...but they didn't find my puppet...They tied us to the same stake, but I wasn't tied as tight as my mom and dad. they couldn't move they continued to chant and chant and chant, 'Witch! Burn the witches! Burn in hell,' I was crying as my parents were trying to comfort me. Then the fire started it roar to life. When the smoke picked up, I couldn't be seen but I was heard. We were coughing and screaming, The puppet when he saw that I couldn't be seen quickly jumped into the area trying to untie me, he got me burned himself a bit, but it was too late for my parents...they died on the stake of fire, the villagers though my body turned to ash since I was so small. The puppet carried me out. We went home to grab somethings and we ran and ran until we found the tower, My castle. I repaired him and we cared for each other. It's my fault my parents are dead. Over the years the puppet wanted more and I didn't want to be alone, I don't like people, ever since the burning I hated people that's why we were in the tundra. But my puppet over time snapped, he didn't like the lifestyle anymore and would leave for long periods, but he kept in touch. He started to become wicked and vial just like the people. Anyway I know what quilt is..." Aurora told him the story of her past, she figured someone needed to know it. "If you never got involved true you wouldn't be in this mess but you wouldn't know there love either, and it's easy to see they love you."