I've been racking my brain for the right place to start my YA Fantasy in a way that's unique but not confusing. Let me know what you think. (It's slightly more than 250.) Thank you in advance!
I was born for this. I lived for it.
I ducked and weaved, an intricate and graceful dance, my gift telling me exactly where to step and when in order to avoid the storm of daggers and arrows. An arrow flew past my neck so close I felt the static of the metal against my skin. My heartbeat pounded in my ears. I relished the danger in the air, having made it to the last and most difficult leg of the labyrinth.
Sprinting forward in a rush, I lunged up the seven foot wall ahead of me, pulling myself up and over the other side. The sound of metal sticking into wood clanked behind me as I landed, kicking up a plume of dirt, safe on the other side of the wall. For now. Pausing for the briefest second to gather my senses, I followed the pull of my gift telling me to turn right deeper into the maze.
A horn blew in the distance. Once. Twice. Two racers had reached the last leg of the race. I pushed myself harder, faster, ignoring the painful ache in my legs as I picked up speed. Bastian was not going to beat me this time.
No one was.
My gift alerted me to Bastian coming up behind me, surprisingly fast considering his large, muscular frame. Father always said the key to victory was to identify an opponent’s weakness and then use it against them. Father had taught me well. Bastian’s bulk would be his downfall. After ducking around a corner, I knelt down and waited, using my gift to sense precisely when Bastian would round the corner.
I swept his legs out from under him the second her rounded the corner, sending him sprawling and rolling forward in a tangle of limbs. I took off running, jumping over him, laughing in triumph.