I've revised this opening page a dozen times, and would really appreciate an objective point of view. As you'll see, the approach I've taken is to both paint a scene in the reader's mind, and plant a seed of "what's happend here?" You be the judge as to how successful it is. The question - would you read on if you picked up a teen fantasy/adventure novel that started like this?
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"The Four Swords," muttered Myles, "there’s supposed to be FOUR!"
He shuddered, and Sherath’s tall, gangling form stepped near, wrapping a spindly arm about his shoulder. Together they peered over the trees, along the cliff, all the way to the height of the gorge. It was a place they’d stood only half an hour earlier. An anvil of black cloud had chased them when they’d fled that place, and now it hovered over them. Drizzle rinsed their faces; though reddening eyes hinted that more than rain ran down their cheeks.
A third boy, Needan, stood a few paces away, but unlike his friends, his face showed no emotion. He looked like a gilded statue, with his chiselled face white and expressionless, and his straw hair bristling back, only slightly tamed by glistening droplets of rain.
Together, the three watched as a group of men with their dogs, disappeared down a footpath that wound into the river gorge.
"Dimeon will be okay," Sherath whispered.
All three of them knew it was a lie.
Sherath drew Myles with him, stepping off the muddy path to slip under a decrepit lean-to that marked the edge of their small village. They pulled their gaze from the departing search party and gazed at one another, but their stare reflected inward, to what had brought them there that day.
Needan remained motionless, stranded in the rain, but beneath his stony exterior, his mind raced back, tracking every event since he’d awoken that morning, chasing memories like footprints which must, somehow, lead to a different end.
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It continues with a flashback, giving the background to who the characters are and what's brought them to this point.
Comments appreciated...
Posty