"You're just messing with us like آپ 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 سیکنڈ eldest child of Francis and Vernilla.
تاریخ of Birth: December 18th 1674
Age of Death: 18
تاریخ of Death: December 18th 1692
Manner of Death: House fire--execution

Linda Darcy Blackthorn

The third eldest child of Francis and Vernilla.
تاریخ of Birth: August 23th 1675
Age of Death: 17
تاریخ of Death: December 18th 1692
Manner of Death: House fire--execution

Vanessa Stormy Blackthorn

The سیکنڈ youngest child of Francis and Vernilla.
تاریخ of Birth: July 21st 1677
Age of Death: 15
تاریخ of Death: December 16th 1692
Manner of Death: Pneumonia

"You're name isn't Iciel." Bloom denied.

"Go ahead Bloom, tell me مزید 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 سے طرف کی their middle names. I go سے طرف کی an alias. A nickname آپ could say."

"If any of this were true آپ couldn't have aged and آپ couldn't possibly have gone to بادل Tower یا have gotten hurt in the Battle of Magix..." Tecna tried.

"You all are painfully good with denial, I must give آپ 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 آگ کے, آگ 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 آپ see the problem?" Icy muttered. "And the last thing I want is for آپ 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 آپ dare tell the other two that they're already dead."

"Why shouldn't we?" Layla questioned.

"Because they'll want to پار, صلیب 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 کہا softly.

"No. آپ 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 آپ 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 مزید painful than believing you're alive. So either help me get rid of Ibinu یا 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 آپ wait the closer I am to becoming one of his kind."

"How long have آپ 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 بادل 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.