Best Served Cold (Prologue)

The Egyptian gods have been forgotten for so long.

The girl's lips didn't move, but it was her voice that hung in the air. It seemed to belong there as much as the scent of laurel, and the rainbow that stretched behind the girl.
The girl extended her right hand, her palm facing the sky, her fingers cupped slightly, as though she were holding water. She flipped her hand over, so that her palm faced the ground, and the rainbow grew until it covered the girl, and the Grecian building behind her.
A group of people appeared. They all sat around a large wooden table, in a dark room. One lady, a beautiful Egyptian, stood, and planted her hands firmly on the table, leaning over it.
"I have a question, and I want it answered," She glared around at everyone else, and then continued, "What are we going to do about the girl?"
Everyone else was silent, and then the scene seemed to freeze, and the rain bow girl's voice spoke again.
"The Egyptian gods have been forgotten for so long. And now they want revenge."

With a start, Abri Daniels realized that she was no longer asleep, and that rainbow girl really did stand in front of her, her Grecian dress shimmering in every color Abri could think of.
"Wh-Who are you?" Abri stammered.
"That is not importent." The girl had a funny way of talking. English was clearly not her first language. But Abri couldn't place what kind of accent the girl had.
The girl extended her hand, saying, "Take my hand."
Abri gave her a funny look.
"Take my hand." The girl said firmly. Her multi-colored eyes pierced through Abri, willing her to obey.
Reluctantly, Abri consented.
"Close you're eyes." The girl commanded.
Abri obeyed. There was a sudden flash of golden light, and then every color imaginable flashed in front of Abri's closed eyes. Her head spun, her ears popped, and her feet left the ground for the briefest second, then slammed back into it. Abri's knees buckled, and she fell to the ground, hard. The ground felt like cold stone. Maybe marble.
Abri opened her eyes slowly, and gasped.


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Ta-da!!! That was the prologue of a book I'm writing, which is titled Best Served Cold. Check out the Novel info of my Sunshinesyd account for more information.
So, what do you think?