How do I make a prologue better/expanded?

[PrestoTheMagnificent]

Wrote a prologue for my NaNoWriMo book, and I think it works for setting up the story quite well. However, it's only a few paragraphs long. How could I expand it? 

This is what I have:

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Soorak watched as his daughter was taken away. She was a frayed string, he told himself. We’ll all be better without her. Why, then, did he feel so empty?

He had watched as three children stood in front of High Weaver Noorden, a sniveling, hook nosed man who only really cared about the grain in his own pocket. Three children, all age six, all with the same birthday, all of whom were ready for the test at the same time. That on its own was unusual. Add that to the fact that the two moons, Toorsin and Leetah, were eclipsing tonight, and you had something that attracted the crowd of thirty thousand that was now walking single file out of the large arena.

A pang of sadness filled Soorak’s body. No. He would not cry. That, of course, would be a sign of weakness. As he joined the line that was crossing the soft yarn floor, he cursed. 

Why did it have to be Soorin? Why couldn’t it have been one of the other two? Taarnk, the lucky child, was proven to be a High Weaver. Soorak would have even preferred the fate of Tliing, who would be a lowly Dumper for all of his life. Yes, even a life of servitude would be better than what Soorin was given.

She was a Cutter. One of the people who had destroyed the last world, and who would destroy this world as well. It was only a matter of time. Yes, Soorak thought. It was better to have a creature of destruction like Soorin thrown out, rather than be raised in a home of law abiding citizens like Soorak and his wife, Teerin.

Yes, he thought. Maybe this will be a good thing after all. He pasted a smile on his face, and walked briskly out the building.

 

[Ookla the Cheesy]

A prologue doesn't have to be super long. One of the best prologues I've ever read, A Silence of Three Parts, is less than a page. What you have now is good, and stands well on its own. That said, if you want it to be longer, add information that the reader needs before the story starts. Add lore, add description, add dialogue. Develop the story enough to grab your readers attention, but don't make it so long that they start wondering when they're going to get to the "real" story.

[PrestoTheMagnificent]

19 hours ago, The cheeseman said:

Add lore, add description, add dialogue. 

Alright, thanks for the advice! I added some lore and descriptions, and went a bit heavier into what the premise of the book is. I'm happy with what I came up with.

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Prologue

Soorak watched as his daughter was taken away. Three High Weavers had bound her up with blue yarn, the colored material responding to the commands of the well-dressed rulers, and roughly escorted her out of the arena. Soorak stood in silence, mind conflicted. She was a frayed string, he told himself reassuringly. We’ll all be better without her. Why, then, did he feel so empty?

He had watched, alone, for his wife was sick, as three children stood in front of High Weaver Noorden, a sniveling, hook-nosed man who only really cared about the grain in his own pocket. Three children, all aged six, all with the same birthday, all of whom were ready for the test at the same time. That on its own was unusual. Add that to the fact that the two moons, Toorsin and Leetah, were eclipsing tonight, and you had an event that attracted the large crowd of three thousand that was now walking single file out of the large arena.

The arena had been created by an elderly High Weaver. Using the rest of his health, he had Weaved a final gift for the people of Striinghen. The massive structure had built itself up, knitting together from the yarn that made up the ground on the entire planet. Of course, the floor in the arena was lower than the rest of the city, thanks to Weaving out enough string to build it.

A pang of sadness filled Soorak’s body. No. He would not cry. That, of course, would be a sign of weakness. Soorak didn’t like being seen as weak. However, as he joined the line that was crossing the soft yarn floor, he cursed. 

Why did it have to be Soorin? Why couldn’t it have been one of the other two? Taarnkak, the lucky child, was proven to be a High Weaver, one who would knit the ground itself into structures for the people. Soorak would have even preferred Soorin end up with the fate of Tliingtin, who would be a lowly Dumper for all of his life, delivering excess yarn to Weavers who could use it for benefiting the human race. Yes, even a life of servitude would be better than what Soorin was given.

She was a Cutter. One of the people who had destroyed the last world, and who would destroy this world as well. It was only a matter of time. The Grand Weavers had taught this. Yes, Soorak thought. It was better to have a creature of destruction like Soorin thrown out, rather than be raised, hidden and useless, in a home of law abiding citizens like Soorak and his wife, Teerin.

Yes, he thought. Maybe this will be a good thing after all. That pang of sadness still remained inside, but it was now walled off, ignored. 

He pasted a smile on his face, and walked briskly out the building. 

 

Edited October 28 by PrestoTheMagnificent
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