Don't even try to deny it! You don't have to have magic to know at one point in your life you've seen a movie or read a story that spoke to you in such a way, you actually imagined yourself in it. The difference is I put it down in writing, so this me, or who I want to be. Enjoy!
Skulduggery Pleasant-Phoenix Rose-The Beginning
Chapter 1: A Night in Dublin Airport
Why can I never fight monsters in the day? Yes, maybe Dublin airport is well lit and it's practically empty apart from the handful of people who have come from late flights and the small families racing after each other to catch the nearest plane, their footsteps echoing over the laminated stone floor. I still don't know why monsters seem to only fight at night, maybe they know I was up all morning trying to track them down. It's quiet, glancing at the people bustling about in their own worlds I think about all the wonder of life that the miss, the truth that is always hidden in plain sight, that they never see because they can't. They can't know the truth because they don't understand, it doesn't make sense, it doesn't fit into their normal life. They're still young, still starting, but magic will push them back a step, they'll start questioning everything and in the end, magic may even destroy us.
A slight shiver runs down my spine as I think about what harm magic can do, I scold myself for letting my thoughts stray and get back to the task ahead. In the corner of my eye I notice something out of the ordinary. I turn to glance at it when the floor starts to crack beneath my feet...
Soft thuds echo underground, the cracks start to spread like poison in a wound. The floor vibrates and I find myself thrown off my feet, instinctively I spread out my palm to slow my fall, landing crouched I look up to the hole starting to form where I was standing. Screams echo through the once silent airport, brushing the dust off my blazer I stride over to the nearest people, an odd man wearing a suit that hangs loosely over him, as if he had no muscle and a young girl dressed all in black, staring intently the crater forming in the middle of Dublin airport. I calmly tell them to evacuate the airport; one thing I've learnt is never reveal your emotions, even if you want to scream in terror at what you know is making that thunderous noise below. The girl looked like she was about to argue when the man gently placed his hand on her shoulder and agreed. Nodding I turned to the real problem.
The hole was too big to block, I'd have to fight it out in the open. I reached into my blazer pocket and took out my Colt M1911; I fingered the trigger and got ready for the attack as the serpents head burst through the hole. It threw its head back and let out a high-pitched roar, its forked tongue tasting the fear in the air. It looked down at me with dark, soulless eyes, the eyes of a Basilisk.
This is my first publishing so I hope you like it. I can't wait to read your reviews and don't be afraid to criticize. I'll be back soon with Chapter 2: A Fight with a Basilisk.