"Grandpa, can you tell me a story?" the little girl asked.

"Ctholly, what story could I possibly tell you that you haven't already heard?" the old man responded while helplessly trying to get his grandchild to bed.

"About my mom,"

The grandfather sighed, thinking, 'she was a mystery'

"Please grandpa! You can tell my the story about my mom and dad!" Ctholly responded with a pleading face.

"Fine, but you are lucky that your parents wrote this book for you," he said while getting up to get the book off the shelf, "especially your mother's part because if she didn't I don't think that I would have known anything about her."

"Why's that grandpa?" she asked.

"Your mother kept to herself. She never wanted anything from anyone and always had a calm look on her face, never cared what people thought of her or if they even noticed her, but I have to admit that she was the most beautiful girl I have ever met, other than you of course," patting the little girl's head, "she had hair as dark as the night and she had a slim figure, but what importantly made her so beautiful was her silver eyes. They felt like if you looked at them for too long you were transported to a different world."

"She has silver eyes just like me?"

"Yup, and you look just like her too." grandpa said while looking at the smiling girl. He thought 'she really does look like her mother even has that same silly grin.'

"So can you please tell em their story," Ctholly begging her poor grandfather who just wanted to go to bed, "Please! Please! Pleeaassee!"

The old grandfather sighed, looking up, "I wonder sometimes why I signed up for this."

After a few more moments of begging and some tears to go with her puppy dog look, the grandfather sighed, "Alright, alright I will tell you the story, but you have to promise me that right after you have to go to bed, okay?"

"Okay! I promise!"

"Now, why don't we start the story," said the old man as he opened the book, " well as any story should begin let us start with...Once Upon A Time..."