Sneak Peeks for my upcoming trilogy!

For those of you who don't know, I'm currently in the process of writing a 3 (possibly 4) book series and hoping to get them published if they're good enough.  thank you for your co-operation.
without any further holdups.... here is the first of many sneak peek of my story!
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In the center of Ossa Oasis, amid all the trading going on within the market, was a circular moat.  The crystal clear, blue water circled around a very large, rich looking castle.  The castle housed the one and only king of the western region of Ossa.  One bridge, made entirely out of the thickest and strongest wood the empire had at their disposal, was the only access point to the castle's courtyard.  The castle towered over every other building in the city, which everyone had thought had been impossible at this point.  White washed stone towers seemed to touch the sky and there was four of them that touched each corner of the castle.  Krystal knew that these towers housed the king's royal archers but, at her current distance, was unable to see even a single archer; and that worried her.
As their escort brought them closer to the castle Krystal could begin to see heads pop up from their hiding places; there were thousands of them.  The archers were on the walls, on top of the gate, and in the towers.  She was nervous about the whole encounter, but knew it was necessary to reclaim her homeland.  The closer to the castle gate her group became the more she could hear.  The sounds of shields banging and loud chanting rang from inside the castle's courtyard, and from the amount of noise, Krystal could tell that they'd be surrounded.  The entire walk she had her hands gripped tightly on the handle of her sheathed sword.
Once the escort entered the courtyard it was like a swarm, almost immediately Krystal and the others were surrounded by several thousand warriors, all of whom had their swords out and ready.  Most of them had curved swords, but some still had straight swords and shields.  Krystal was about to draw her sword when an arm of one of the escort warriors tapped her on the arm as a way of saying "I wouldn't recommend it".  Everything was silent for the longest time, each warrior staring down another.  It was so silent, in fact, that Lazareth thought that he had thrown his few surviving warriors into a trap, but as he soon as he started mouthing the prayer to his gods the warriors of the king relaxed their weapons.  They stepped aside and kept their swords at ready.  It was then that Lazareth had his first gaze upon the king of Western Ossa.
The king had jet black hair that came to rest at the base of his neck, and a beard the length of his breastbone.  He had a small, circular yellow hat on his head and, embedded within the center was a sapphire.  His skin was the color of bronze and he was wearing yellow and purple vertical striped tunic with dark purple legs.  From the looks of his clothes Lazareth could tell it was heavily padded for protection purposes.  Strapped to his waist on each side were two curved swords.  Both of their hits were bejeweled.  Both Krystal and Lazareth, upon staring at the swords, came to realize that the swords were designed to look like scorpions.
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This ends the first sneak peek of my story please leave a comment, or a question, or any way I could change it below, and I will greatly appreciate it .

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please please please write more <3

You guys ready for another sneak peek?  Well I've got one more for you (for now it's the final one unless you really want more)
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Sally no long considered Alex as her husband.  He was no longer the person she had fallen in love with all those years ago when he promised to protect her forever.  In her eyes, he was no longer the father of her child and she would never claim him to be.  Now, what he was to her, was a person she despised, and a person she wanted to see dead.  When Alex approached her and asked for her hand in marriage again, she felt no more love and did not hesitate to say no.  She knew it angered him; she didn't care.
Now, as she sits in her cold, clammy prison cell in the city that had once been her home, it gave her time to think.  Ever since she refused Alex's offer of marriage she had been subject to the worst torture ever imagined.  Day in and day out she was horribly beaten, her clothes torn from her body as she was forced to lay on the ground naked, freezing, and soaked in pools of her own blood.  She was starved and was forced to watch as prisoners around her were beaten, the whole situation was mind-numbing to her.  She knew she had to get revenge.
In secrecy, between all the beatings and whippings she received she slowly taught the other prisoners around her how to fight.  It was a slow process and frustrating at times but it was something she needed to do if she were to survive.  They would wait for her signal to strike, and when they did it would be swift and merciless.  The prison would be theirs once more and they would defend it to their last breath.
On one particular day, as she woke up from her sleep, guards were staring her in the face.  Before she could react they began kicking her mercilessly, bruising all parts of her body.  Blood soaked her prison garb and she begged them to stop, but they wouldn't.  When they were satisfied they picked her up and dragged her weak and frail body up the long stairs to the prison's courtyard.  They strapped her to the whipping post in the center of the ground and forced her fellow prisoners to watch.  She knew that this would be the only time she could get back control.
One lash. She felt a gash appear on her back and her back beginning to get warm. Two lashes.  She could feel the cold blood drain down from the wound and soak her clothing.  Three lashes, she gave the signal.  Four lashes.  She turned around, grabbed the whip from the guard and cracked it at his throat.  The shocked guard fell to the ground as he grasped at his neck, life slowly draining from the open wound.  Grabbing the sword from the fallen guard she slashed the throats of the other two protecting him.  With the signal given the entire prison was erupted in violence as prison guards fought to maintain control of the prison.
As bodies of both prisoner and prison guard littered the prison grounds victory looked like it was about to be given to the prisoners.  However, before they could cheer, a large muscular man with a axe blade the size of Sally's head appeared.  He was dressed in thick, padded chainmail with a helmet covering his eyes.  Sally, still weak from the beatings, charged at the man only to be punched in the gut and thrown to the ground.  She tried to get to her feet only to be kicked to the ground once more.  Kicked a second and a third time.  Feeling like her ribs were broken she held back tears as she tried to get up for a fourth time.  Grabbed by the hair she was dragged to the whipping post, only this time, she knew it would mean her death.  As she was thrown to the post she saw the man's axe swing behind him, she closed her eyes, and as she was preparing for death an arrow flew through the air and struck the man in the side of the head.  His body slowly slid to the ground.  Sally watched through blurry eyes as a young prisoner, aged seven, fired the killing blow.  The battle was won, they had taken the prison.