Violet grew to be a kindhearted and happy girl, the spitting image of her father. Her mother had told her that no one could know about her powers... Not even her friends. One day, after needle work class, her friend Helen had asked why her parents were so strict. She had replied to her, "I would explain, but you wouldn't believe me..." She said as she walked inside.

"Acctually, I think I do understand..." Helga said softly. Violet looked at her curiously, suddenly a wall of rock came up around Helga. Violet started banging against it with clenched fists. As she fought to knock down the wall without using her powers, Helga's voice called from inside. "See? I'm like you." Violet stepped back slowly, suddenly she tripped over, a large cut going down her leg. She scrambled up and ran inside to her mother.

"Mom? There's something wrong with Helga." She and her mother ran outside, to find the wall of stone and Helga were gone. Her mother led her inside. "Did anyone see this?" Violet shook her head. "Did you do anything?" She shook her head again. Her mother wandered off and sat down at the fire place. "Curious, very curious." Violet sat down across from her.

"What's curious?" She questioned. Her mother turned and took her daughters hands in her own. "I shouldn't tell you this but I feel it is time for you to know." Violet shivered as the fire began to die down. "Once, when I was a little girl," her mother continued. "I had a friend, Sh- wHAT DiD yOU to YoUR LeG?!?" Violet looked down to where blood was pouring out of her leg. "Madelyn!" Her mother called the maid. "See to my daughters wound please." Without another word she went to her room.

As Madelyn bound her wound, Violet thought about what Helga had said. "I'm just like you." She leaned her head against the back of the chair and let herself sleep. Her dreams were filled with the taunting face of Helga, reaching out for her...