Here are the first 250 words of my ms. There is a brief chapter before this, that can technically be considered prologue, although it's not titled one. It's what I've sent out in the past, but now I'm wondering if this is better.
Any thoughts/ suggestions are appreciated and I will happily return the favour.
Vashti timed her punches with the sound of the waves as they crashed against the base of the cliffs. If Caethiel insisted on wasting her time, trying to break the first one's seal, she figured she could do a little combat training while she was at it. Even after more than a millennium, the sealed portal stood testament to the final battle between Pangaea and Earth.
This task is meaningless until I figure out how she did it. Calling up fire, Vashti allowed the heat to build up in her fist.
She pounded against the hard, amber-like stone, punctuating each word with another hit. "Why. Won't. You..." With the last strike, she released the fury bubbling up within her and fire spewed from her clenched fist. "Open." Vashti took a deep breath and stepped back, studying the stone's surface; despite all her training, she still wasn't able to break through the magic protecting Earth.
Hung in mid-air, the seal was approximately three hands in width, and as long as Vashti was tall. The first time she'd arrived at the portal, the area had been lush and green; overgrown from the eight centuries of disuse. Now, five centuries later, it looked like a combination of a tornado, a hurricane, and wildfire had been through the area.
I've created quite a mess; she looked around, proud of her handiwork. An image of her maker flashed through her mind, "Wouldn't Caethiel be proud," she sneered. He's also an egomaniacal psychopath who will probably take all the credit.