So here is an opening to a book that I just kind of came up with on the spot, feel free to comment your opinion!:

I open my eyes, and I'm immediately overwhelmed with confusion. I look around, and all I can see is nature. "Wha... What's going on?!" I whisper to myself as I sit up. I rub my head, which seems to be in severe pain and I don't know why. A blurry image quickly comes into view. "Who are you? How did you get here?" A soft, deep voice asks me. "I.. I don't know... I just woke up and I'm here and I don't know what's going on." I panic, looking all around. My eyes settle on a boy. And when I say boy, I mean a 16-18 year old that has black hair and icy blue eyes, and of a tall, lean build. He offers me his hand, and I take it. "I'm Winslow." He smiles a flashy grin at me. "I'm... uh..." my voice is quivering. "I'm Tamora. Can you tell me where I am and what's happened to me?" I look him in the eye. "Ah, yes. Don't worry... we've all been through this. Just follow and trust me with your life." Winslow replies. Trust him with my life? I somehow find it hard to trust someone I only just met with my life. But what choice do I have? "Okay." Is all I say. He smiles. "Don't forget your sword." He point to the shiny, medieval item that lies on the ground. "Uh..." I pick it up, almost falling over at the weight. "You'll get used to it." He chuckles at me. "Now follow me!" He begins slashing through vines and branches with his own sword to create a path. "So where am I, exactly?" I ask, as I look around in wonderment. "I like to call it Dagamarth."