Here's an extract of my children's fantasy novel. Seeing as some of the other guys are posting theirs, I might as well pop my head in and catch some of the great advice being shared.
It's untitled at the mo'.
It's about a young boy, who wakes up one day, in the middle of nowhere, with no memory of who he is or where he's from. He then goes on to try and find out who he is (without me giving too much away at the moment).
Like the lovely Slag, I'd like to know if it's a gripping enough start. Am I on the right track?
Feedback would be very much appreciated. Thank you very much 
First draft:
"Upon a hill, all alone,
Stands a boy, made of stone."
Chapter One
Five hundred years since his last breath, each new gasp felt like fire in his lungs. He couldn't stop breathing, no matter how hard he tried; his body wouldn't allow him to give up. But slowly the pain faded, and as his breathing calmed. He became aware of other, new senses.
The light seemed to be in cahoots with the air, as that burned his lungs, the light burned his eyes. So for a while, he kept them closed. He dare not move. Occasional though, a gentle swirl of random patterns would fade in from the darkness, before disappearing again. Eventually, being calmed by them, the boy nodded off.
"Child?" A voice booms. The boy feels a gentle jab to his ribs. "Child?" It repeats, but in a softer tone.
The boy begins to stir, not realising he is being woken.
"Are you well, child?" Speaks the voice again. His eyes open and in pours harsh, white light and when they begin to focus, a huge dark, shadowy figure looms over him. With a frightened gasp, he closes them again, hoping it would disappear. But the faint image remains, burned onto his eyelids.
"What is a child, as young as this, doing here, alone?" Asks the voice.
Now the boy, squeezing as hard as he can, keeps his eyelids closed. Trying to hide from the strange picture that has burned itself onto his eyelids. Eventually, it fades away, into the somewhat familiar darkness.
He opens his eyes again, slowly enough to let the light seep in and time for them to adjust. Whatever the figure was, it wasn't there now.
Still lying there, his eyes scan their field of view. He can see grass, other hills and the bright blue sky, dotted with different shaped clouds. He doesn't recognize anything, but it fascinates him greatly.
