"What are we, master?"
"What?" Gehan raised himself from his blankets, leaning on an elbow. He looked at me, shards of amusement in his eyes. The fire between us crackled sending up a fountain of sparks.
"What are we? Some say we are witnesses. Some say – shepherds. I say we are the future, an improved version of the human kind…"
…Only now, facing death after the long centuries of my life I finally understand what I am. I look at my life the way Dorian Gray looked at his picture, seeing everything I did, every choice I have made. I am but a shadow cast by the man I once was; a hollow shell that will leave nothing behind, not even a real name; a ghost of the man I used to be.
Well, this isn't a hook. I'm guessing it's a prologue or first page.
It doesn't entice me cause there's not enough here to hold my interest.