what do you think:chapter 1...?

i'm not sure what the book will be called but here's the first chap.

Of Life and Death

Erwyn reclined against the white-wash cottage that he called home. He breathed in the last fragrance of summer that seemed to be drifting further away. Carrying the scent of lilacs and wild roses, the breeze gently tugged at the dark ringlets lain above Erwyn’s midnight brow. This crowned eyes of a magnificent blue, brighter than even the sky itself.

Standing, Erwyn placed his hands at the small of his back; the one spot that endured the most ware throughout the day. Turning to face the sunset, he looked upon the distant mountains and valleys that rose and fell along the horizon.

“Someday,” whispered Erwyn. “someday I’ll travel those mountains as knight and tame the inhabitants that claim such power over them.”

How can something so peaceful looking, harbor such wicked foes of man? He wondered.

Erwyn pivoted toward the front of the house, lead by the aroma of seasoned beacon and stewed vegetables. As he walked, he caught sight of a strange black cloud out of the corner of his eye. The object loomed above the same mountains he had looked upon just moments before. Growing in size as it approached, Erwyn’s mind returned to the talk of a wild beast of the sky that plagued the lands. Such talk was spread by most of the villagers.

The farm boy sped toward the door with, what seemed to him as, inhuman speed. Erwyn launched through the door and desperately searched for his father’s questioning gaze. As he recounted his tale of the darkened silhouette that was rapidly approaching, Erwyn’s mother frantically ripped at the sleeve of her beloved. He freed himself of his wife’s grasp and placed his hands on Erwyn’s shoulders.

“We need to be strong for your other and sister.” He explained. “ Go to your room, grab your bow, and help me get the women to the cellar.”

As instructed, Erwyn returned, bow in hand. He followed as his family fled for the only place that would offer them safety. Tearing his gaze from the cellar and his loved ones, Erwyn lifted his eyes to the heavens where the beast of the air slithered through the atmosphere. As it flew, it spit pillars of smoke and fire that crumbled to the ground, devouring everything in it’s path. Black talons and teeth flashing, the beast tore at homes and fields, leaving all in ruin.

Flicking his gaze back to his kin, and their persuit, Erwyn’s foot caught, and the ground entered his line of vision. Suddenly, all went black, with the last sounds her heard being a chorus ofdesperate screams of both mother and sister. Then: nothing.

In the darkness of his mind he fought for the last of his conscience. As a dreaded coma enveloped him, one word continued to echo; “No!…”