A Prologue
Writers' groups will all tell you that everybody hates a prologue. I still like this one from my second novel, Ghosts of the Heart:
Gavin Hudson narrowed his eyes against the glare of the sun. He could never quite accustom himself to the brightness of the overworld. Still, he'd been waiting for this moment for some time. She was back. He was certain of it. This time, the ascent would be worth the effort. Read more about A Prologue