Basil hissed, not at the deafening sounds of screaming inhuman sounds from afar nor the sounds of people around him screaming when they saw him running out the way. Rather, he hissed at the cold ground. The ground seems smooth some parts rough in others, cold in the shade and warm from the light in the sky. 

Why does that light ball seem so familiar? He mused to himself. 

He pulled his head up, sniffing the air, sensing the heat. Not a Fae in sight. Just the smell of… Smoke? Smog? What is that smell? Smells so familiar, like miasma but man made. He coughed as he stared at the bright light. He blinked. It was warm, so familiar. Like the warmth… How it was shaped… How it reminded of how he was worshipped some long ago as humans were sacrificed in the name of another title of his… Is that?

“Is that the sun? it’s been years since I’ve seen that great ball of fire.” He hummed under his breath as he slithered passed a couple of people who seemed to be in a group but at the same time aren’t, walking forward in one area.

A little girl seemed to have heard him, better yet seen him, with what looked like some cream white mixture on the floor and within her grasp was a tan colored cone. Probably a wand, mused Basil. He slithered as the little girl seemed to follow him. 

“You talked Mr. Snake?” She asked curiously with her wide dark almost cocoa-colored eyes, reminding Basil of his only favorite human. Where is that human, he mused to himself thinking of the great witch he was to watch over before she was ready to fulfill her role.

“Of course, I can talk, I am the great Basilisk, after all.” He seems to puff up his body as if he was a king on his own jeweled cushioned seat. And to any eye, he seemed regal and poised as he posed to the human girl.

“Basilisk?” She cocked her head to the side; the puffiness of her very tightly coiled hair followed her movements like a cloud. 

“Why yes, I am a great monster after all.” He hummed with a wide toothless grin. The little girl was unimpressed. 

“You don’t seem like a monster.” 

Basil scowled as he hissed fangs spitting out.

“Mommy!” The girl shrieked running away.

“Humph, humans the nerves on them, no manners whatsoever. Especially the hatchlings.” Basil grumbled as he slithered away. It wasn’t his fault he was cursed to live small, powerless. There were screams high pitched of women and men alike, as their legs spasmed seeing him. 

They must be seeing how great I am, how else do they know the flee from myself, Basil mused proud his dark but very shimmery scales might clue them who they were dealing with. His long 9-foot body, slithered over the awfully smooth concrete. Such a familiar feeling from long ago. The humans while were tall and towering over him seem to part away from him. Yes, he thought proudly as he was deserving the respect he always gave been given before turning into such a small form. 

Basil found himself slithering near what seems to be of grass. There was laughter. Urgh hatchlings, he grumbled. The cool grass touched his belly as he slid passed it. There seemed to be a gathering of a cult. Smaller humans, children, he reminded himself, surrounding a large bright colored effigy.

There were these flying colorful balls that were attached to some string. Basil turned his head around. It looked like in egg actually. While his stomach felt full, as he did eat a rat two days ago, but what could it hurt for another meal? After all his own human was not near to stop him and when will it be his next meal anyways? He was already starving. Nimbly, he slowed his body and wound himself up to an empty chair. He eyes on the table full of food and what looked like a white frilly looking box, with edges looking whipped around in loops. There was a positively sweet smell. He hissed at it. 

Was it poisonous? It smells sweet, like his human’s drink, but overly sweet. It must be poison, he nodded to himself as he continued to travel up the strings, pulling the floating balls. A fleshy bright pink one, he chose. That looks more natural that the ball that closely resemble the green sea or the bright blue sky. The pink one seems safe to eat, his mouth ready to open at the widest. He can feel the poison saliva dripping from his mouth and his fangs ready to poke out.

“Oh my god! SARAH THERE'S A SNAKE!” A scream made Basil whip his head to see a man, whose voice seemed to have reached falsetto, something he hasn’t heard in ages since most humans keep quiet since often, they were hunted. The egg, Basil thought as in his attempt to steal one egg seem almost impossible as a swarm of more humans come. With a last-ditch effort, Basil unraveled and shot himself up onto the floating eggs, his fangs wide and open ready to pierce the shell as it would take him ages to put the whole thing into his gut. 

He pierced the floating egg with a deafening pop as the humans scattered screaming about the snake. What is this, he grumbled as the shell he expected was to be hard but was in fact soft stretchy all over his teeth. It was gummy? No that wouldn’t be the right word. Leathery? Like the thin layer of skin, human skin. Is this how human procreate? But there were no floating eggs in the other world, he thought to himself as he struggled opening and closing his jaw in attempts to pull out the stretchy pieces of the egg. 

Odd, he thought, I thought it was some sort of egg, but clearly it is not. He was disappointed. Not only was his favorite human missing but he was going to starve, forget about the slowly digesting rat in his stomach he’s going to starve to death after two long weeks. 

Starving, he whined to himself as he slithered, spitting at the piece of pink bright skin pressed around his fangs. He huffed before pressing his fangs back in and the skin snapped out of his mouth like a twang. He scowled at the flesh pieces before moving forward. No long was his belly touched grass but rather concrete. There was no fog, he finally realized to himself. There was no quiet stillness as before. It seemed so off. Basil’s demeaner changed as he realized that he must be alone. His human didn’t exist here. Wherever she was, obviously not where she was. He felt no magic here rather what felt like a barrier in the air, just the air in general rumbled as the sun started to track to the horizon and disappear. He hummed. Two weeks, he thought to himself as his tongue flicked out impatiently. I’m sure to find her before I starve, I suppose. He shifted his body slowly as the night continued.