The City Of Beginnings

Prologue

The dark room was lit by a candle. The moon in the sky shyly shined on every bit of space it could set its eyes on. Mother, father and son were sitting behind a table. They were worried. Nobody knew why. Maybe it was because of the lonely wolf that howled in the far land, or maybe it was just a worry that every family has once in a while.They were looking infront of them. Nobody spoke. "Are you sure she won't be back for a while?" asked the son breaking the silence. The father nodded. "It will take her at least another hour to come back from the woods with that herb." he answered. The mother sobbed "I can't believe we are doing this." The father turned to her and gently got a hold of her hand. "We had it with running" he said. "It's for the best if we stop." He turned to his son. "Will the baker come pick her up?" He asked more out of the want of reassurance than actual curiosity. "Yes he will. He also promised to clean up before she sees..." his voice broke. There was once again silence. A soft knock was heard. "Albert Orscech you are hereby announced a traitor to the country and by the righteous hand of Ridderick II. we are bringin you to justice." Nobody opened the door. The family stayed still. A loud crash was heard and the noises of heavy armour moving and cries of hatred in the room filled the echoes of the night.
No mother, father or son screamed that night. The echoes were not heard, but still thickly present in the house where the mother, father and son were now splayed under the table. Not moving. Maybe sleeping in the fluid that slowly filled the floor of the room. That night no one screamed.
No one, except for the little girl that came forty minutes too early. Only ten minutes before the baker, but twenty minutes too late for her family.