The mansion was eerily quiet. On a normal day it would have been filled with the joyful sound of laughter and chatter. But today was far from a normal day. She crept through the hallway, trying to ignore the feeling that she was being watched. As the door creaked open, she caught sight of a cloaked figure slowly turning around to face her. In its hand was a silver object, gleaming menacingly from the slivers of moonlight coming through cracks in the blinds. "Hello, young lady." came a low, silky voice. The figure flashed a milky white smile and lunged. The last thing she saw were his cat-like green eyes.

Ah, those days when I am completely obsessed with Magnus Bane. I remember when I wrote this for our school magazine in year 7. In our English class, we had to write a short story and I came up with this. I was really proud of it, so I kept it. The magazine's topic was 'Odyssey' and we had to write about journeys adventures and the like. To this day, I jump for joy when we're told to write a story in any subject.