Please review the prologue of my novel? What do you think of it? :D Thanks!?

Background info: it’s set waaay back when in a world similar to ours but different in many ways, near a place similar to Stonehenge.
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A woman’s high keening pierced the unnatural stillness of the balmy afternoon.
The entire population of the small village, all one hundred and twelve of them, had come to witness the sad spectacle.
A young girl, not yet twelve years old, clung to her wailing mother in the middle of the village square. Her mother clung to her just as hard in return.
A tall, white-haired woman in a flowing silk robe stood in front of them. She held herself straight and tall, and radiated a grave confidence. Only the lines upon her face betrayed her age.
The wise old High Priestess spoke with slow solemnity as she condemned the child before her.
“By all the power and goodwill of the almighty spirits that watch over us, let this girl become sacrifice to you, great spirits, and let her endanger us no more! Protect us! Let her be gone from our peaceful settlement, and be punished for her sins! Let the spirits of fate determine what becomes of her, and guard us from the black luck she has brought down upon us! Shield us from the forbidden magic of yours that she has meddled in!”
The High Priestess paused, inhaled deeply, and called clearly to all the assembled villagers, “Hesta is one of us no more! Her name shall not be spoken again for three twelvemonths from this day – she is the property of the eternal spirits henceforth.”
With that the aging woman cast a cloud of red ochre over the girl, still cowering by her mother at the High Priestess’ feet.
The heartbroken woman broke her daughter’s grip and stumbled away quickly, before the magical ochre could touch her and include her in the curse. She collapsed in a heap at the fringe of the crowd, sobbing and crying out for her lost daughter.
The girl still stood there in the middle of the square, covered in red powder and staring numbly at the people surrounding her, her mind not willing to comprehend that what she had been dreading all this time had actually happened.
Slowly people began to turn their backs and return to their homes. Hesta was already banished, untouchable, to the villagers now. Even the High Priestess turned away – no-one saw the dampness in her eyes and the pain clear on her face.
Tears ran silently down Hesta’s face too, creating smudgy rivulets in the bright dust there.
A wordless cry escaped her lips, and she ran through the familiar streets of the town that had been her home, kept running, until she was well outside the borders of the village. She did not stop until she literally collapsed, black spots clouding her vision.
Gasping and shuddering, she cried herself to sleep in the wilderness.
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The book is mainly about a boy called Furn, who meets this Hesta when he moves into the village. Seeing as she is banished, she is greatly feared, like the spirits, and there are grave punishments for anyone who is found to be or have been in contact with her. Dispite the rules, they are still friends and continue to see each other without anyone knowing. However, at some stage Furn’s schoolyard enemy finds out and plans to tell the whole town at the upcoming festival. So it is up to Hesta and Furn to come up with a way of making him look like he is lying… dun-dun-DUNN! :D
So: any ideas for improvement?
Any title ideas??? So far I’ve just got ‘Hesta’s Story’ but that obviously HAS to be changed.
Also, what do you think of the spelling of Furn’s name? Should it be Fern (but that’s a girl’s name, right?), Firn, or Forn? I’m toying with Forn at the moment, but it was originally intended to be Fern, or at least pronounced like that.
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This is my first real novel, so please help me out! Thank you! :-)
aw, you people~! *blushes profusely*

youse are making me all full of myslef! lolz. thanks all!
and yeah, i do plan to eventually send it to a publisher… *gulp*
:-D anyway, thanks!!


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I want to stay in my marriage and think it’s the right thing to do, but I just don’t know if and how I can recapture the goodwill I once held for my husband.

We’ve been married for 8 years, together for 11. It was great for many years. I admired my husband for being the kindest, most gentle man I had ever known. But things started to change when we had our first child 4 years ago. My husband desperately wanted kids, and a lot of his self-regard was tied up in the certainty that he would be a good father. I also assumed he’d be a good father. He was always the more patient, less moody one of us, and he really liked children. This sort of balanced out the fact that, of the two of us, I was more assertive and successful at work.

Then our son arrived, and my husband sort of lost his way. He was frustrated by the fact that he couldn’t soothe our colicky baby (and so was I), and for the first year of our son’s life, my husband was sort of absent from our lives, although he was present in the house. He would do his share of non-child-related housework, but he had a really hard time connecting with the baby. Meanwhile, he was defensive, and I began to feel like I couldn’t really talk to him. I grew closer to my friends and more distant from my husband.

Anyway, through all this, my husband became very anxious. I’m certain it was rooted in good intentions: He desperately wanted me to be happy. Gradually, he began to look to me to make all the decisions in our family. Because he’s a good guy, he always made sure he was doing at least half of the "work". But we slowly lost the equality in our marriage, and we stopped being friends. We were more like very good roommates or high school lab partners.

And then, about a year ago, my husband… let’s just say he stopped being *able* to engage in intimate relations with me.

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