The attic floor seemed warm compared to the damp weather outside. Now in dry clothes Sara grinded her nails into the wooden floor boards as Grandma Sandy rummaged through numerous boxes of Christmas decorations, old clothes and a few dishes til a victorious "ah ha" started Sara from her worried wondering thoughts.

"This! This is what we need." said Grandma Sandy dragging out an old hope chest onto the open floor. The box was covered in a single chain over and under itself all bond together by a heavy duty lock.

"Um Grandma why is this box so special that it needs to be kept under lock and key?" asked Sara.

Grandma Sandy paused, almost not wanting to answer that question. Pulling out a key from under her sweater she unlocked the box slowly. It reminded Sara far too much of Pandora and her own box of mystery.

"Because Sara this hope chest is a lot like you. It's a secret, it doesn't exist and what's inside is special and rare."

Silences fell over Sara as Grandma opened the chest and placed each item out onto the old tarp in front of the chest in an almost ceremonial order. The strange tall tale devices ranged from an old stained dress, an scissorhanded glove, various pictures of trouperies and a thick photo album that Grandma placed on top of the chest. She looked like a preacher about to start a service.

"Sara...you once asked me who Kim Boggs was. I know this isn't going to be easy to hear but Kim Boggs was your mother...your real mother."

Sara's eyes grew ten times fold as Grandma Sandy turned a page to a big school photo of a lovely young girl with strawberry blonde hair.

This is your mother.

"That's my mother?"

"Yes that's your mother we knew each other in high school. We where I guess you can say best friends. She came to me first when it happen."

"What happen?"

"You my love, she came to me when she found out that she was with you. She told me everything that night. How she lied about your father's dead to the town and that she had been periodically visiting him.. She even told me about what happen to Jim."

"Jim?" asked Sara.

" Oh don't worry about him. He's was just a faze, nothing more. Now where was I?"

' You where talking about Kim and I"

" ah yes thank you. Well I promised Kim that I would help her and never tell a soul about her lover or of you when the time came. In a few months of lies and bagging clothes you finding came into the world, normal thank god but that wasn't what killed Kim."

"What then? What happen."

"...someone in Suburbia found out about you. I don't know who it was but it cost Kim her life to protect you.

A hollow silence fell over the attic as Grandma turned a another page to a news clipping of a hit and run accident. It involved a young girl and child.

"It wasn't a accident. Those bastards murdered her!"

Sara looked up from the article not understanding 100 of what Grandma ment by such a statement. After a minute of remembrance Grandma reluctantly pressed on.

"That morning before the dawn her was going to go to the castle and tell your father of you. Show him you and maybe live together forever but they where waiting for her at the gates. A whole mob of angry Suburbanite which bats, bibles and nasty words. They called her a whore and cursed your name. Kim was scared. There was no one to protect her so she ran. She tried to hid you as well as possible. Your mother was a brave woman. She cared more for you then anything else but a mob was stronger. They chased her down and in the end ran her over, killing her on impact. It wasn't until a day after I heard about what happen and I went looking for you. I found you outside the castle gate in a bunch of rose bushes. You when cold and hungary but unharmed."

Sara's eyes filled with sorrowful tears for her fallen mother. Picking up the dress she touched it to her cheek letting the tears flow on white satin.

" I m sorry Sara I...I should have told you sooner but I couldn't. Please forgive me." begged Grandma Sandy.

"...and what of my father? Is he still alive?" asked Sara picking up the scissor glove.

"Yes as I know of he still lives in the castle on the hill."

"Grandma...Who am I, what am I?"

" My Dear there is only one person in the living world that can help you answer that question."

Turning another page in the album Grandma Sandy turned the page to face Sara. A young man maybe a little older then Sara ghostly smiled at her.

"You father You need to go find him.."

I will prob. re-write this in the future. I just felt that you good people have waited long enough to find out about Sara. Till the next chap. I bid you ado.

Thank you Geckogirl for motivating me to go on.