"Persephone, I think we should tell mother of these events. I know she can appear hard but she is a shrewd woman --she loves us..." Persephone mused on it a half a second before emphatically shaking her head... "NO...no...recall how she reacted after father died. She was inconsolable and torn--to this date she has not even looked at another soul with desire or love, instead, choosing to waste away in this house like a withering specter. And think...was it not odd that famine visited this green isle for a year after Father's passing? My heart knows there is a link to this...mayhaps mom visited a mage who granted her this dark favor...? Madelyn scowled, "I think not, for this mage would have surely suffered from the droughts as many did in those black days. During this time you turned your eye towards your famed macabre past times as well--no trickery there!" Persephone sighed, "Well little matter--Abigail is setting place a plan as we speak...I've little doubt that with her aid, I will beat death at his very own game..."