Of the many fearsome beats and monsters that roam our land, there is none more curios or more deadly than the Basilisk, known also as the King of Serpents. This snake, which, which may reach gigantic size and live many hundreds of years, is born from a chicken's egg, hatched beneath a toad. its methods of killing are most wondrous, for aside from deadly venomous fangs, the Basilisk has a murderous stare, and all who are fixed with the beam of its eye shall suffer instant death. Spiders flee before the Basilisk, for it is their mortal enemy, and the Basilisk flees only from the crowing of the rooster, which is fatal to it. - J. K. Rowling
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A nest of chicken eggs sat in the chicken coop at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. A single toad, looking for a place to rest, climbed atop one of the smaller eggs and fell fast a sleep. Who could have guessed that in the single hour that the toad slept the egg would hatch? The toad certainly did not know or care in the weak, exhausted state it was in now. It had barely escaped so many dangers that day. It knew not either what happens when a chicken egg hatches beneath a toad.
Chapter 1
Into the Open, Into the Light
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Dark. Dark all around Me. Cramped. I was curled up in a tight, cramped position. It seemed to me that if I had any less space I would get squashed flat.
Smooth. Dark. Curved. Hard. Slimy.
The Surface surrounded me in a tight oval.
Dam! I HATE it in here! Got to get Me out. Me got to escape.
Being a young serpent, words just came to me when I needed them. Thoughts and words developed together. Fast. I took them without question. When I first was (it means existed), My words and thoughts were jumbled and short.
Maybe bite through It. Moving. Rotating. Slowly. Pain. MUST Continue.
Finally I had My head up right next to It. I opened My
Mouth and tried to close the sharp white things in My mouth over It (the eggshell. The surface surrounding).
Sharp White Things not break It. They hit nothing. My- Nostrils touch It. Hit It with sharp part- tip, of Biggest Sharp White Things- Fangs.
I tried My new idea- hitting The Surface surrounding me the tip of My Fangs. Hard.
It shattered in the place where My Fangs had hit and a small area around it.
Light. Flowing over Me. Heat too.
Indeed, the sunrays filled My senses, bringing delight and curiosity. I slithered out of the dreaded prison, into the open, into the light.