Fallacious Serenity

Prologue.

The year is 1876, New Years day. In a field stands a young girl, accepting of her blunders, and a young man, instead already taught not to blunder.

"For you!" she exclaims, holding out a small blue marble to him. He only stares at it for a moment before carefully plucking the orb from her small, pale hand. "The Lonstein Manor, my manor, Is throwing an Evening Festivity for the new year! You're invited too ya know."

"Thank you..." He says, observing her through the small glass ball.

"Anytime Sir!" She smiles and skips away, her Dark brown hair bouncing over her white and pink winter dress. He chuckles and sighs, enjoying the small burst of happiness received from the little bundle of innocence and joy that is barreling back through the town and toward the mansion. He walks out of the town and back to the small cabin he has come to call home. All the while, an older man approaches the small bundle of joy in the streets.

"Are you Lost?" He asks, gently grabbing her by the arm.

"Oh! I do seem to be lost... I was going back to the manor for more marbles. I just gave out the last one you-"

"Ah. well, if you're lost, you can come back to my cottage, wait for your parents there." He cuts her off. "You seem to be the Lonstein's daughter. Max, correct? Yeah. I can have a scout run and get them once we are at my dwelling." He speaks hurriedly, quietly, as if he fears one of the towns people may hear him, and tightens the grip on her arm.

She looks around a bit more, hoping for him to let go of her arm. She wants to find her parents. This didn't feel right. "Oh...Well. Alright..." She says hesitantly before looking to him. He smiles and pulls her to the edge of town, sealing her fate within a matter of hours.

Concurrently, the young man walks into his house, still examining the blue glass sphere between his fingers. Upon hearing the footsteps of his father, he quickly shoves the item into his pants pocket.

"Where have you been Vince." His father sternly asked, his face not even changing from the usual tired, angry expression. His son doesn't reply, knowing that whatever he says won't be the right answer. "Your brothers are downstairs. Get your ass down there, I'll be down soon."

As the night grew older, the townspeople gathered into the manor, ignoring the seemingly distant, but not so far screams and cries of the innocent and the broken.