Liam Grey hated Mondays—and this Monday was the worst of them all.
At seventeen, Liam's life had already settled into a monotonous rhythm: wake up, go to school, pretend to care, come home, game until 2 AM, repeat. His hometown of Blackridge was a gray smudge on the map, known for absolutely nothing except a cement factory and an annual festival no one enjoyed.
He sat in the back of class, doodling dragons in the margins of his math notebook, only half-listening to Mr. Koenig's droning lecture on quadratic functions. Outside, the sky was as pale and lifeless as the rest of his life.
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Absolutely! Here's Chapter 1 of a novel based on your idea. This is an original fantasy isekai-style opening, written to immerse readers in the protagonist's shift from Earth to a magical world:
Chapter 1: The Day the Sky Broke
Liam Grey hated Mondays—and this Monday was the worst of them all.
At seventeen, Liam's life had already settled into a monotonous rhythm: wake up, go to school, pretend to care, come home, game until 2 AM, repeat. His hometown of Blackridge was a gray smudge on the map, known for absolutely nothing except a cement factory and an annual festival no one enjoyed.
He sat in the back of class, doodling dragons in the margins of his math notebook, only half-listening to Mr. Koenig's droning lecture on quadratic functions. Outside, the sky was as pale and lifeless as the rest of his life.
"I don't belong here," he thought for the hundredth time. "I was meant for something more. Something... different."
The thought felt foolish as always—but it also felt true.
Liam took the long way home, avoiding the usual crowd. He wandered near the edge of an old abandoned quarry—now fenced off, overgrown, forgotten. As he stared into the ravine, watching birds circle above, he sighed.
"What if there really was another world? One with magic, sword fights, dragons... a place where I could be someone."
Lightning cracked overhead, sudden and sharp. The sky had been clear moments before. Wind howled unnaturally. The air shimmered.
He turned to run—but the ground gave out beneath him.
When Liam opened his eyes, he wasn't dead—but he definitely wasn't in Blackridge anymore.
He was lying in a field of deep blue grass under a violet sky. Two suns hovered on the horizon, one golden, one crimson. Strange, crystalline trees swayed gently around him, their branches humming with an eerie melody.
"Where… what…?" he whispered.
A sharp voice cut through the air.
"You fell through a Veil Gate, didn't you?" said a girl clad in silver armor. Her hair was white as snow, eyes glowing faintly purple. A strange, hawk-like creature perched on her shoulder.
"You're not from here. You're from the Gray World."
Liam sat up. "You mean… Earth?"
She frowned. "Is that what your people call it? Doesn't matter. The gate is closed. You can't go back."
"What do you mean I can't go back?"
"I mean," she said flatly, "you're stuck. Welcome to Kaelvaros—a world of magic, monsters… and war."
Lightning cracked again—this time, from the sky above this world. In the distance, black ships floated over a shattered mountain, heading toward them.
The girl extended her hand.
"Your life back there may have been boring. But here? Boring doesn't exist. Come with me… or stay here and die."
Liam stared at her hand, heart pounding.
This wasn't a dream.
This was the beginning.