Book intro, part 2

Here goes everything!
Just a few years ago my town, Menelri, was fun. Fun is one of those things you don't miss until it's gone. It started on a fall Tuesday. I remember that day clearly. I was nine when the first person disappeared. The alarm sounded in the small school building that I shared with everyone else and panic erupted. We ran out to check for a fire, and found an official waiting for us. He called someone forward. I don't remember his name, but I remember the tears making their way down his face. His father had gone missing. The father was a goldsmith, an uneventful job; he would never have gone looking for trouble, or even adventure. It didn't matter, he was still gone without a trace.