The Confidential Emporium

Prologue

Some places are never noticed. Cut off from the forgiving world and nestled in dark, damp alleyways. The Confidential Emporium is one of those few buildings, which temporally lives in more dodgy streets of Glasgow. The Emporiums existence is to hide and choose the special people. Who are out there.

The Confidential Emporium is infused with different, expensive and unique items ranging from size and price. Bright shadows lurked into windows of the Emporium, sodden toys stood on top of sage green boxes and rare, gold model planes hung from unstable beams attached to the ghost white roof. Through the single-pained windows at the back of the mysterious room was a blood red curtain hiding the classified secrets of the Emporium, the curtain acted like an imaginary shield. Even though, the Confidential Emporium was dazzling and beautiful.

No one entered, no matter the bravery and personality, the Emporium was always empty. No matter the season, year, month or day lights off the door was closed and no one was to be seen in the Emporium, until Logan came along.

Chapter 1

Logan was a young boy, he went to primary school and was amazing at magnificent maths. But his curiosity always got him into trouble no matter the situation, he is a very cheeky boy and spends most of his time in the head Teachers office. But one evening, after school he looked around the raven black streets of Glasgow. Minutes later, he saw a tall, towering building up ahead of him, he sprinted. It was the anonymous Confidential Emporium, and for once the door was ajar. He walked in side!

Everywhere Logan gazed it was infused with significant jewellery and toys, wonders overwhelmed him.​ Everything was to much for Logan to take in at once, there was: a gold bookcase, nestled in between a the arch of the old ornate manor, like a ghost white statue; a bronze flask gingerly placed on top of a shelf, like a wooden hand supporting it; a miniature fire place fit for an Irish Lepro-corn, the warm ferocious flames roaring loudly.​ Logan took a large breath, he froze and turned around there was a chirping sound. He saw small swallows darting in and out of the cobbled, ornate and small fire-pit. Logan smiled and watched them for a while. When his curiosity descended, he walked around again and again and again, admiring. But what interested Logan the most was a large heavy leather, hard-back book sleeping on a freezing table. Walking closer, he saw the gold engravement, saying The Book Of Secrets.

“I’ve seen you found my Book Of Secrets, a powerful book that is, though it is priceless” hissed a quiet voice from the corner of the shop. Logan screamed, he saw the old crooked man sitting in a wooden chair, he smiled at the man. No smile returned. On his shoulder a small, shy tawny owl sat inquisitively. It squinted at her disapprovingly.