I really have trouble with the forum at this moment, I can't post anything in answer to my own post (I can, but can't see the answers or the edits I make). When the problem is solved, am I going to look silly 
So, anyway, last attempt:
Fantasy, 8000 words.
Looking for comments on the opening, and also for readers willing to give me critiques on the whole thing.
Thanks in advance.
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They came for my wife soon after the monsoon had ended. I should have seen them: I, who was an Eye of the Destroyer, should have had some sign of their coming in my visions. But perhaps the god had already turned His eyes away from me, in prevision of what He would do to us.
I sat on the porch, watching my wife Deri play with our two-year-old child, Karale. The rains had come and gone. The air was filled with the smell of humidity, and the trees around us had the lush foliage that only comes during the monsoon season.
Deri was silent, unusually so, and I thought perhaps something was wrong with the child. I meant to ask her.
But instead I saw the procession on the village path, coming towards our house.
[This message has been edited by Silver3 (edited June 20, 2005).]