Here are my first 250 words of my YA Fantasy novel, The Warrior's Crown. Let me know what you think!
Prince Casmeirs sword fell from his lifeless hand and clattered onto the hard, tile floor, his body not far behind. A heavy, plated gauntlet reached down and snatched the gold medallion from around the prince’s neck, the token of his royal lineage, while the other still held the long, black sword tight. The last true heir to the throne lay in a bloody pile at the feet of the Demon Overlord’s general. He vanished into a swirling mist of grey smoke just as the door flung open and guards filled the room.
“How did this happen!” Guard Commander Holis cried. He shot a finger out at a guard, “You there! Guard that door with your life. No word of the prince’s death leaves this room unless I give the order!”
“Yes, sir!” The guard blocked the door holding his halberd across his chest.
Holis stood over Prince Casmeirs mangled corpse while a slow-moving pool of blood spread across the floor. The prince seemed peaceful, almost as if he were sleeping, except for the deep, yawning hole in his chest. Holis looked around the room with his hands on his hips, chewing on his lower lip, trying to figure out how this could have happened. There was no way anyone could have made it into the room though without passing a slew of guards.
“First the king, and now his son on the day of his coronation.” Holis muttered to himself. He sighed and turned to another guard. “Fetch the Seer,” he croaked. His throat was already dry and gravely. “We need to know if she can sense anything here.”