"I guess you already know that you and mom left about ten years ago," the man started, but Sara cut him off.
"You left us."
"No. That's the story. Don't interrupt. This is a long story," he began again. "Ten years ago, you and I were playing tag at our house in the backyard….
"Sara! I'm it!" yelled Sam. He chased her across the yard and to the swing set. She climbed up the ladder and started walking across the top of the monkey bars.
"Look at me!" Sara yelled. Sam looked on at his sister from a distance. "I'm in the circus!" she continued. Sam noticed something at the bottom of the swing set. It was a small creature. It looked like the pictures in the scary book his mother kept. Sam wasn't supposed to look at it, but he had once. He never read the words out loud but the pictures were so cool! They looked like characters from a comic book. He ran inside. From outside, he could hear Sara screaming for Mommy.
"Mommy?" he asked, but his mother ran outside and the next thing he knew the little thing was gone and so was Sara and Mommy.
"Daddy?" he asked when his father had returned. "Daddy, Sara and Mommy left. They're gone." His father had laid his hand into his lap.
"Sam. You must forget them. I am going to raise your brother and you. I'll explain it to you someday."
"I was ten, Sara, I didn't understand. I know now that that 'thing' was a demon and that our mother was protecting you. Five years after you and Mom left, Stephen was attacked by something on the streets. He was twenty. Dad finally explained it to us. It turns out that the three of us are witches. The reason Mom took you away was because you're the most powerful of the three of us. Both Mom and Dad are powerful witches. Dad had the power of deflection. You inherited Mom's powers, I inherited Dad's powers, and Stephen got the power to freeze."
"Where's Dad and Stephen." Sara interrupted.
"Anyway, Mom thought that by taking you away and loosing contact with us, that she could raise you as a witch. Dad wanted us to be normal children. She took you and left and we never saw you again. When I was fifteen and Stephen was twenty, Dad told us about our powers, after allowing us a normal childhood. I'm twenty now. How long have you known about your powers?" Sam didn't bother to answer her question.
"About three months. Where are Dad and Stephen."
"Only three months? You're already attracted quite a few demons. Anyway, I live in New York, and when your whitelighter Christina found me, I came right out to San Francisco to meet you. I've always missed having a little sister."
"Dad. And. Stephen." Sara stated.
"They're dead." Sam whispered, tears coming to his eyes.
"Dead?" Sara asked, astonished.
"That's why I needed to find you. The demon that killed Mom is going after our entire family. And you're next."