They made it to her old home, and it seemed put together, but no one was there; oddly enough, they started to look for clues as to who Lillian was before, but nothing seemed to trigger a memory, and Lillian only had two marks left. On her body. It was early morning, and Lillian was making breakfast for everyone. It was quiet, and she seemed more distant than usual.

"Lillian, can we talk, please?" Geralt asked as she looked at him, confused but then ignored him.

The odd thing was that Lillian ignored everyone and started doing everyday household things like washing dishes.

"Lilly?" Yennefer asked as she looked at her.

"What? Sorry, I don't know what came over me. Why am I washing these dishes? They are already clean," Lillian informed as she put them down.

"It's your mark affecting you; something here or near this house is bothering you," Geralt informed.

"Maybe my husband is nearby," Lillian informed.

"Lilly, you need to keep an open mind. It could be anything," Yennefer informed.

"I know; I want it to be. I miss my husband, I think," Lillian informed as Geralt sighed a bit.

How he wished he could be there for her. Geralt knew he was the last person right now that she wanted to be near after all the shit he had done to Lillian. Maybe someday Lillian could forgive him, but Geralt only ever wanted what was best for her. He wanted Lillian to go home and be with the family she spent a hundred years making.

Lillian hurried back outside, but instead of stepping out, she stopped dead in her tracks, making Geralt go to her quickly. One of her marks was gone. Lillian didn't look happy; she looked more drained than anything else. Lillian walked outside, and Geralt tried to get her attention, but she wasn't acknowledging he was there. So instead, Geralt followed Lillian; so did Jaskier and Yennefer. They went deep into the woods until they stopped before a closed-off cave, making Geralt look at the other two.

"No... please let this not be what I think it is," Jaskier whispered as she moved the large stone with her powers.

Lillian grabbed a torch and lit it with her powers. They followed Lillian into the cave but stopped as they started seeing stone coffins. Lillian burned all the torches, and to their horror, the whole cave was filled with graves. Yennefer covered her mouth as she saw panted pictures above every single coffin, even small ones that could fit an infant. In the very front was Lillian's husband. He looked so much like Geralt, except Anatol had three slash marks across his face, and he had to be six foot nine at the very least. Her wedding dress was by his coffin, including hundreds of journals, her armor, and Anatol's by his side. Lillian's memories were on display last punishment for not being able to protect her family.

"What happened to everyone?!" Yennefer asked as Geralt could see why the curse was on her.

Lillian did put a curse on herself to forget her pain. This was all that was left of her family; Lillian sat by his grave and started crying. Lillian's whole family was dead; Geralt went by her side and looked up at the picture and saw the man smiling as he held Lillian in his arms. Geralt looked around at the dates on the graves and saw most of them died the same day. Everything they built together was gone, so she didn't want to leave this property.

"So you married a witcher... I can see why you were so carrying when we first met," he said weakly as he looked around.

Her brothers were beside each other, and all the pictures looked happy. Some had scorch marks on their edges, making him wonder what happened to them. He decided to open up Anatol's coffin. He pushed the heavy stone top back and saw holes in his shirt. He counted ten. Then Geralt saw the arrows laying next to him stained with blood.

"War," Geralt informed as Yennefer looked at him, shocked.

"But she wouldn't hurt anyone! Look at all these people!" Yennefer protested.

"Her powers, you know what she can do. How old do you think she is and who found out she had them? If all of them were unarmed and distracted by something," Jaskier paused.

"There anniversary..." Geralt paused after he pulled a piece of paper from the grave; "To the love of my life, happy 120th anniversary. Thank you for all of the years you shared with me."

Tears ran down Yennefer's face, and Jaskier now wished he wasn't right. Geralt started to go three some of her journals and sighed weakly, seeing a blood-stained book. Geralt flipped threw the pages and went to the end where the blood had stained the pages most and started reading from it.

Today was supposed to be a good day for my husband and many children as well as my grandchildren, but instead of celebrating, I ended up buried under the weight of my husband's body. Wizards had come without warning and slaughtered everyone. There were no survivors but me. I was shot in the chest with an arrow, but due to what I am, I can't die quickly. When I awoke, I found my family dead. There was one wizard left walking threw, making sure they were all dead, including the helpless infants they killed.

I wish I never made to be a monster. All I ever wanted was peace being so old and living some of my long life alone; I was losing myself daily. Anatol changed everything for me; my adopted children gave me the desperately desired purpose I needed not to go insane. I don't understand how people throw away their children like trash. Anatol wanted the same as me, a family. He often brought children back home that he found discarded; he was turned into a witcher, not by his freedom of choice, but that didn't stop him from showing mercy to the small ones that couldn't even beg their mothers to keep them.

This is where my family died, and this is where I will stay for the rest of my life, however long it may be. As for that wizard, I killed him after I could mark his family and who else was evolved, so if I say them, I will destroy them without any mercy as they did. If you are not me reading this and happened to stumble upon my cave because I'm long gone; you will not find that man's body because I ate him alive to show what I would do to his people and how far I was willing to go to seek revenge for my family. All because they thought I was evil. They want evil. They get it now. Villentretenmerth, my dear, trusted friend, helped me bury them all, and if it wasn't for him, it would have taken me months instead of days. I hope to find peace one day, but today will not be the day.

"What is she if she was able to eat a man?" Jaskier asked as Lillian was holding herself as she cried.

"I don't know, lots of things can eat people. Humans can eat each other if they wanted to," Geralt informed as Geralt grabbed the last book on the shelf and kept the bloody one to see what else happened in her life.

Doing this was dangerous now, but it wasn't like he had a choice. But then he looked up at her husband and her family. He wanted her to remember them, her to remember the fun her and her family had and not the sadness of them all being gone, so he grabbed the first book on the self, hoping it would contain the first time she met the love of her life. Maybe it would even disclose what she was.

Geralt gave Lillian some time with her family, and he stayed by her as she cried. She must have spent much time in this spot because the ground was smoother than the other floor parts. She fell asleep because she had called for so long, and he carried her back to the house. Geralt read a few pages, and it hurt him to read it. There were supposed to be ten houses along with hers, but they were burned to the ground. She rebuilt the house from pieces of the other buildings and new materials. Also, by reading her journals, she put the curse on herself forty years ago after spending sixty years mourning their deaths.

He laid her in an empty bed at the house since now it was dark. Yennefer and Jaskier already went to sleep, but Geralt decided to stay up and read. A couple of hours went by, and he couldn't help but smile as he read her first journal. He could ultimately see why she married
Anatol. For a witcher, he was funny and deeply cared for others even if they didn't care for him. Plus, when they met, Anatol was only twenty years old, young, and stupid. But he loved her as soon as he set eyes on her.

Geralt liked seeing how slow their relationship developed and how both of them were able to talk freely to each other. Her husband had written letters and stuck them in her book, and they were filled with nothing but love and hope. Geralt wished he could have talked to him, even for a second. Her husband was one of a kind.

"Anatol, you better not be rereading my journals," Lillian smirked as she stood in the doorway wearing a loosely tied robe.

He put the book down and smiled a bit, making her chuckle.

"What's the point of having them if you can't read them?" He asked.

"Let's see what page you stopped at, young man; oh, I like this one. This is where we got put in jail, and we ended up sleeping together in jail. You were such a bad boy then; not even chains could keep you off me," she smiled.

"Still won't," he informed.

"Good because I kept those chains," she smiled as she got into bed with him.

"You know we are so lucky; tomorrow is our one hundred twentieth anniversary; I'm surprised, honestly,y you haven't gotten bored of me yet," she sighed.

"Is something troubling you?" He asked.

"My life is so long, Anatol; I don't even know how long I will live. I wish it were shorter. Living so long and being around our human children has been affecting me. They have such sort lives," she said weakly.

"But you always make it count, and that's the important thing," he informed.

"I wish my parents were around to see this. Can't believe they have been gone for almost two hundred and forty years," she sighed.

"Come on, don't be sad. We have an anniversary to celebrate tomorrow. I will make you wake up the kids with your screams," he smirked.

"You dirty old man! You always think like that, don't you?! I'm surprised you even have a dick after all the times we have been together. I could always tempt you right now if you like," she smiled.

"Wait until tomorrow, trust me; it will be worth it," he informed.

"Fine, fine... just saying we probably won't have time tomorrow. Three of the daughter in laws are close to having their babies," she informed.

"There will be time, trust me," he said as she rolled her eyes.

"Okay, but don't say I didn't warn you; good night," she smiled as she snuggled next to him.

"Good night Lillian," he said softly.