This is the start of the YA book I have been working on.

Let me know what you think and if there are any changes you would make to it so far. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Prelude - Balance stands on the field of battle, her platinum hair down and swirling around her body, her clothing hangs tattered from the hard fought battle. She gazes at each of the remaining Pillars in turn. The Pillar of Life, his body streaked with the grime of battle, blood on his skin and his clothing, however his power is shifting in a way she does not currently understand. Balance gazes to the empty spot for the Pillar of Death, a great sadness filling her eyes it is hard on all when they lose a Pillar. Her eyes travel to the space held by the Pillar of Order and as always he stands completely clean, as if nothing has happened. Balance’s eyes travel over the Pillar of Chaos, she stands with a smirk on her face and defiance in her eyes. Balance glances to the spot that should be held by the Pillar of War, even though the spot is empty a power radiates there. She glances at the woman kneeling before her without a word, her gaze shifts to the Pillar of Peace, with his white angelic wings, she notices him also staring at the kneeling woman. She then peers at the Pillar of Shadow, even though she has a hard time focusing on him. Then she looks over at the Pillar of Light, and finds her radiance is comforting. She then looks to the Pillar of Tranquility and finds a troubled look upon his face. She then looks sadly to the spot where the Pillar of Madness should stand. She gazes down at her hands, the memory of them taking Madness’ life weighing heavily on Balance’s mind. The Pillar of Ice, she is cold and unreadable as she always is. The Pillar of Fire, he is laid back and open to the world. There are thirteen Pillars that make up the world and control its functioning, but all Pillars must go through Balance and she is responsible for keeping the Fabric of Being in Order. The remaining Pillars stand on the field of battle looking at the carnage around them. Balance looks over the fallen people and Pillars, a great sadness fills her eyes. Her eyes fall on a fiery red haired female kneeling before her. She places her hand on the woman’s head. “You must have been born to be a Pillar. I can feel the energy within you, even though you fought against the forces of Balance. I am appointing you the Pillar of War. The other replacements will show themselves in time. For now none will remember what has happened this day or the tragic circumstances leading to this moment in time.” None question her judgment as each of the gathered Pillars take their place around her, the power shimmers between them as one by one they close their eyes. The power radiates between them and around them one by one the dead bodies vanish, and the world slowly starts to regain its balance and forget.