Lilith nodded at Fion's comment, a bit disappointed at the lack of follow up questions but she figured Fion was simply busy with the funeral and cleaning up the mess they had all left last night, and probably also trying to find a way to stop whatever minions of Ezrorath was still out there wreaking havoc. Again she reminded herself sarcastically of her impeccable timing for deciding to join a coven. Then again there was perhaps no better time than this. Straight into the fray.<br/><br/>Sensing there was no hurry she lit a cigarette and leafed through her mother's journal while she smoked it. She had been through that book so many times she almost knew it from memory. After the list of names dating back to the 12th century there was a lengthy note titled:<i>To My Daughter Lilith Wherever She Might Be</i>. It was basically a letter in which her mother explained that she was a witch, that her mother, her grandmother, her great grandmother and so on had all been witches. It was explained that the pendant of the Witch's Knot that was included had been worn by generations of Morgan witches going back all the way to the late 17th century. The note also explained that her mother was dying and there was very little time left for her to pass on what little she could offer her daughter in writing. Following that there were several pages of spells, incantation and odd looking symbols. After that the rest of the journal was a brief account of the events leading up not only to Lilith's birth but also to the trial where her mother had been convicted of three counts of murder in the first degree and in the same sentence been declared legally insane. It had according to her lawyer been the only defence that would save her from the death penalty. It also meant that she had to accept the sentence or risk having it overturned and replaced with the electric chair.<br/><br/>In these notes her mother mentioned a man she never named with who she had spent the better part of 1966 riding across the North American continent:<i>Free as the wind in our hair</i>, as her mother described it. It was never actually stated that the man in question was Lilith's father but it was suggested. There had apparently been quite a few options to choose from by the time Lilith was born at a free clinic i Brooklyn. A few months later representatives of the DCF had come to the small run down apartment where Lilith's mother lived with a group of hippies and removed Lilith from her care. The removal had ended in three deaths, two social workers and one police officer. It was those three deaths for which Lilith's mother had been convicted.<br/><br/>As she leafed through the journal remembering its content she felt tears welling up in her eyes. She hated crying but she couldn't help it so for a few moments, until the cigarette burned her fingers, she let the tears flow. Then she disposed of the cigarette and dried her eyes before going back into the house to follow Fion's instructions and find Aunt Peggy. She also felt that she should attend the funeral. Even though she was fully aware that it had not been the now dead witch controlling the body or that it had been her causing the witch's death she still felt somehow responsible.<br/><br/>She found Peggy in the kitchen where she seemed to prepare what Lilith assumed was some kind of potion. She informed the plump cheerful looking lady about Fion's decision and also asked if it would be ok if she joined the other witches for the funeral.<br/>"I didn't know her. I don't even know her name but I would still like to pay my respects for a fallen sister," she said and added in a much lower mumbling voice: "Especially one that I fought while she was possessed."