Ever since she was a little girl, Imogene Grey had loved vintage or cottage-core fashion. The seventeen year old girl had spent all her savings on cute dresses she felt anxious to wear in public. Frilly stockings and pastel dresses which had skirts that went down to her ankles filled half of her closet. She had gone through countless pairs of Mary Janes and Doc Martens. This girl was committed. However that life had been stripped away from her when she went on a walk in a nearby forest. 
After walking into a portal taking her to an alternate reality with a lack of today's modern machines and appliances, she became the lady in waiting to the future heir of the throne. The only way for her to get back to her old reality was to find the perfect suitor for the princess. However, things start to get tricky when she falls for the princess and is forced to pick between this reality or her home one.

Note: Not for backstabbing people or lovers.

Super heroes who are quite shy to reveal themselves in public.

Note: fictional, please read without comparison with your lover or ex or beloved or someone you think you know more than him or her because after all it is a mere subject of the contest.

Please read with open mind. Trying to be the lost descendant of Shakespeare when English just a language to speak to convey our feelings not a barrier with subtle rules.

Brother Wolf stopped him. Li Du waved and said, "Don't hurry, Sean, first explain the origin of this jewelry."
Sean acted calm and said, "There's nothing to explain. I doubt this guy is really Cole Winston. Why should I believe you?"
Cole smiled when he heard this. "I can show you my license, but I expect that when you see it, you will question whether it's real or not."
Sean was clearly losing face. The situation had spun out of control. Who could expect things would turn out so?
Li Du did not press the matter. He knew the evidence was in his favor.
He switched off the call and said to Sean, "I won't make a scene, but these jewels were either stolen from Harry Winston group, or they are limitation infringing on our patent rights and intellectual property rights. Our group reserves the right to pursue this matter."
Sean was a bit flustered and said, "You can't scare me. There is nothing wrong with the jewelry I bought."
Li Du smiled and said, "If you say so. I hope you can prove it when our lawyer and the police contact you."
He handed the jewelry back to Sean, who tried to pass it to Ariana.
Ariana already knew what was going on. Why would she accept such a gift? "I don't know where you got this. You'd better return it…"
Sean looked at her angrily and said, "Don't you believe me?"
Ariana did not know what to say and looked to the others for help.
Hans gave Porter a push and Porter moved in front of Ariana.
He wasn't afraid of Sean. He just didn't know what to do next.
Since he was pushed out to face Sean, however, he calmly said, "Come on, man, Ariana's right. You'd better return these jewels where they came from"
Sean took the opportunity to leave. He shouted, "Fine, you do not trust me! You don't think of me as a friend! I guess I was blind, so f*ck you!"
Cursing, he quickly walked out of the villa.
In this way, the atmosphere of the birthday party was destroyed. Li Du apologized to Ariana and then told her that he had to do it, or she would have accepted the jewelry and might have got in trouble.
Porter took out his gift, presented it to Ariana and said, "I have tickets for the Heat's opener and Christmas day. I remember you like the Heat, so how about if we go to the game together?"
Ariana graciously accepted the ticket, smiled and gave Porter a hug.
The young people clapped their hands and made happy noises. Then they began to dance again, which restored the atmosphere of the birthday party in a large measure.
Li Du had nothing to do with the rest of the matter. He stayed out of the way, waiting for the party to end.
However, his identity meant he could not quite stay out of it. Several girls took an immediate interest in him when they learned that he was a shareholder in the Harry Winston group.
Li Du chatted and had drinks with them, but when they wanted to exchange contact information, he would politely but firmly refuse.
Hans strolled up from behind and said sourly, "Now who should be quiet? Who is messing with girls at the party?"
Li Du did not know quite know how the party started, but after Sean left, Porter felt much better, and his relationship with Ariana was much closer.
At the end of the evening, Porter sent off the guests, and they got down to business.
Hans took out the 25 valuable comics, of which five were most valuable: Superman's first Action Comic #1, Stan Lee's hand-painted Fantastic Four, the first edition of Spiderman, and two DC and Marvel combined product comics which introduced the first batch of heroes.
Twenty other magazines also had considerable value, being rare or having special significance in the history of comic books.
Porter couldn't put a price on the magazines, so the next day he contacted one of the industry's leading experts to consult with him.
Li Du was in no hurry. They stayed in the villa, which belonged to Porter's family anyway.
Porter brought in an expert from New York whom Li Du didn't know but had recently read about.
The name of the expert was Pressler, and he was the editor-in-chief of Wired Comics, the company that bought the first issue of the Spiderman magazine in Paris for 1.2 million dollars.
Pessler, a soft-spoken middle-aged man, talked quietly with Porter, made phone calls and evaluated the comic books.
The two men discussed this for about an hour and a half and then handed Li Du and Hans a report with their quotes for the magazines.
The highest price they offered was three million dollars for a hand-drawn copy of the Fantastic Four and four million for four other high-value magazines, or one million for each on average.
Of the other twenty magazines, there was a set of twelve magazines from the early days of Captain America. They sold for a total price of one million dollars. The package deal was eight million and four hundred thousand dollars.
Li Du was prepared for a good offer but was still shocked by these numbers.
Hans bargained with Porter and got a rounded up price of nine million as the final transaction price.
The contract was signed and the business was done. Li Du could now say what was on his mind. "Did not expect these comic books to be so expensive!"
Porter said, "As far as I'm concerned, I can't believe jewelry and gemstones are so expensive. It depends on the market. If there is a market, there is a price. Classic comics are in the same place as famous paintings and jewelry because they are all unique and can bring pleasure to people," he added.
Li Du spread out his hands, meaning to say, whatever you want, you pay for it.
"Can you get more comics from the 1930s, 40s, 50s, and 60s?" Porter asked.
Li Du shook his head and said, "I can't promise."
"The 1930s through 1950s were the golden age of comic book publishing in the United States," Porter said with a sigh. "Unfortunately, almost all comic books published at that time disappeared. I hope they can be carefully collected."
Li Du said, "You can give me a list, and I'll let you know if we come across any more comics."
Porter said, "If you find any more vintage comics, you have to promise you'll call me before you talk to anyone else. My comic book store needs more babies."


They love gold, and they love silver. Even more so, they love gems that dazzle, like stars across the skies. 
Firearms, jewelleries, and precious metals; A collector’s world will not be complete without antiques.  
Storage auctions, old goods trade, re-estate sales and gold-digging. But the truth is, if one wants to make money, then the supreme way is through searching for the legendary treasures. 
Holding the fort, there’s an ocelot, a wolf, and an Andes condor. At the side, there’s a loyal hound, an irascible ape, and an African honey badger. Who said that you can only rely on humans when treasure hunting?! 

Pitch black!
In an instant, Akabane's vision was surrounded by complete darkness.
Akabane took a deep breath and quickly adapted to the darkness.
"What do you think of it?"
Hiruzen smiled slightly.
Hiruzen doesn't have many genjutsu, but Infinite Darkness Jutsu is very handy, especially when dealing with certain clans...
"Of course, sensei!"
It's a rare chance to learned ninjutsu from the Third Hokage. Anything that he knows must be valuable.
Akabane listened carefully and quickly remembered the seals and the ninjutsu.
But this was an A-level genjutsu, and it would take a long time to learn it by himself. He glanced at the exchange list
the name [Infinite Darkness Jutsu] did not appear on it.
"Should I practice it by myself…"
He smacked his mouth regretfully.
A-level genjutsu must have to take a lot of time to practice; besides, my current Genjutsu is enough...
"Forget it. I might as well draw a few more if I have the time."
Akabane comforted himself in his heart.
Hiruzen didn't know what he was thinking, but based on his personality, it was not difficult to guess Akabane's next goal.
As expected…
"Sensei, where do we stay for the night?"
He hasn't taken a proper rest for some time, and it was almost noon. Akabane wants to find some nice place to sleep tonight.
Practicing this new ninjutsu could come later. Well, I'll just let my clone draw the next chapter. The most suited task for me right now is to take a rest.
"Don't worry. You can continue to practice your genjutsu."
Hiruzen said with a dense smile.
"..."
Akabane sneered.
He turned around and walked outside the courtyard.
"I'll see how the comics are selling."
There is always a place to find a caravan, which is more comfortable than standing here all day.
"..."
This kid just needs to be more diligent.
Hiruzen's expression was stiff, and took a breath after he left.
Akabane left the yard and joined the caravan at the entrance of the village.
Although he is a stranger, because he came out of the patriarch's house, there is no trouble coming out like this.
When he reached the village gate, he finally saw a group of people with Kazama on the side.
"Move the cabinet, yes yes, just put it here!"
Kazama commanded loudly to let people quickly arrange their goods into an abandoned house.
This house was idle for some time, and there was a lot of dust accumulated on it, and it took them a lot of time to clean it.
But…
"What are you putting on?"
Akabane almost threw up when he saw the shop decoration.
"Akabane-san, what bothered you?"
Kazama asked in astonishment.
When he said that, he turned his head and glanced, and he became more suspicious.
No matter how you look at it, nothing felt wrong!
"These decorations are awful. How are we supposed to expect the customers to buy anything from here."
"Do you know what symmetry is?"
Akabane has constipation on his face. He is not an obsessive-compulsive disorder, but their perception of symmetry is a mess, and it insults his characters like a former art student.
This is just a decoration. Does it need to be exaggerated?
Kazama pondered for a long time but still couldn't understand what Akabane meant.
Akabane turned around, then took his pen and paper and quickly drew a sketch.
Afterward, he handed the sketch into Kazama's left hand.
"Press this."
The old man glanced carefully for a while, and then let someone follow this arrangement.
With the sketches on his hand, everyone following his order swiftly.
Before long, the store gradually became neatly arranged
The cabinets are neatly placed on both sides, with a table in the middle, and comics on the top.
"Akabane-san, it is a lot more enjoyable to see this way!"
Kazama left in surprise.
"This is still not enough."
Akabane takes a vintage view from the outside.
He shook his head regretfully, it still missing a few posters.
He pondered for a moment, and he had an idea.
"When you go to publicity, tell those people that not only do they will have a comic to buy, but they can also get a hand-drawn poster at random chances."
Akabane cast hand seals, and the identical shadow clone appeared from his side.
"Okay, I will do it, as you said."
Kazama accepted the task without complaining even if he looked a little confused.
There still a lot member of the Uzumaki Village who wasn't a ninja around the village. This is their target for selling the comics.
So he hurriedly off, holding a comic book, and visited every family house to started promoting it.
In front of the shop, Akabane's shadow clone set up the utensils and sat down to start making posters.
Street performance!
The method that Akabane thought of was to draw in front of everyone that pass by the store to build some curiosity around the villager.
As for him... After moving the comic on the cart, Akabane spread out a few pieces of fabric and lay on it.
"It's a pity that the second volume was still in print when I went here. Otherwise the first and second volumes will be sold together, and that is how I could gain tons of points."
He thought to himself.
Calculating the time, Konoha's second volume should be on sale soon.
But there is no way that he could go back to Konoha now. Hiruzen and Danzo will force him to stay here for the time being.
If he collects enough points to exchange for Sharingan or The Uzumaki's half-immortal vitality, then his survivability will dramatically be improved.
Akabane thought to himself.
Until now, he has never had the chance to use Fire Release or Silent Killing. But in the future, this ninjutsu would come to handy.
"With these peaceful times, I won't need to use this ninjutsu. It is such a shame…"
Akabane lay down on the cart, staring at the trees and flowers.
For him now, lying down and resting are the most precious things. Perhaps tomorrow, he will be given the task to hunt down the rebels just like his other friends.
As things were done, his surroundings gradually calmed down, leaving only the voice of tools that were used by the workers.
Akabane lay on top, slowly became sleepy.
At this moment, the sound of footsteps came from a distance.
Subsequently, these voices became clearer.
Akabane raised his head, and the child rushed from behind.
Only a child?
He froze for a moment. Although children are most likely to be tempted by comics, who will pay for them?
Is it impossible to do a giveaway!
"Akaba-nii, Ojisan was right, you are here!"
Suddenly, a delicate voice came.
Who is this voice belongs to?
 Akabane is slowly raising his head to look at his clone, which was exactly like him.
A bunch of children arrived, and it was Tsukiha that talked.
"Wow, what is your plan now, Sarutobi-sensei…?"
Akabane uncomfortably tried to avoid contact, shrinking his head while quietly using the transformation Jutsu.
However…
"Hey, this is the real Akaba-nii!"
Sweeping his eyes upwards, Akabane was shamefully caught even if he had already transformed.
"Didn't I gave you a comic before?"
He sat up and coughed embarrassingly.
"I came to see you Akaba-nii, but I heard from Kazama-jiisan that you were here."
Tsukiha said.
She came all the way here, and no one seemed to lead the way, which may indicate...
"Her ability is perception!"
He said inwardly.
In the actual comic, Karin possessed the ability of Mind's Eye of the Kagura, which could the user sensed chakra from an exceptional distance with great detail.
This is indeed a huge benefit for the side that the user chooses on the battlefield.
Akabane became worried. In his mind, the Third Hokage, Danzo, etc. flashed by.
These people someday will know, and I am afraid that they will not let her spend her life easily.

I, Akabane was graduated from the university of arts & design in the 21st century then suddenly traversed into the Naruto’s world, by bringing my knowledge of arts and my love of Naruto comic I decided to recreate Naruto comic here…
[Ding! Comic System has been activated!]
Great! Ninjutsu? Kekkei Genkai?
As long as I can draw more comics, I would be unmatched!
…Or am I?
This novel was translated by SystemTranslation, please visit their site for more chapters.

Pitch black!


In an instant, Akabane's vision was surrounded by complete darkness.


Akabane took a deep breath and quickly adapted to the darkness.


"What do you think of it?"


Hiruzen smiled slightly.


Hiruzen doesn't have many genjutsu, but Infinite Darkness Jutsu is very handy, especially when dealing with certain clans…


"Of course, sensei!"


It's a rare chance to learn ninjutsu from the Third Hokage. Anything that he knows must be valuable.


Akabane listened carefully and quickly remembered the seals and the ninjutsu.


But this was an A-level genjutsu, and it would take a long time to learn it by himself. He glanced at the exchange list


the name [Infinite Darkness Jutsu] did not appear on it.


"Should I practice it by myself…"


He smacked his mouth regretfully.


A-level genjutsu must take a lot of time to practice; besides, my current Genjutsu is enough…


"Forget it. I might as well draw a few more if I have the time."


Akabane comforted himself in his heart.


Hiruzen didn't know what he was thinking, but based on his personality, it was not difficult to guess Akabane's next goal.


As expected…


"Sensei, where do we stay for the night?"


He hasn't taken a proper rest for some time, and it was almost noon. Akabane wants to find some nice place to sleep tonight.


Practicing this new ninjutsu could come later. Well, I'll just let my clone draw the next chapter. The most suited task for me right now is to take a rest.

 

"Don't worry. You can continue to practice your genjutsu."


Hiruzen said with a dense smile.


"…"


Akabane sneered.


He turned around and walked outside the courtyard.


"I'll see how the comics are selling."


There is always a place to find a caravan, which is more comfortable than standing here all day.


"…"


This kid just needs to be more diligent.


Hiruzen's expression was stiff and took a breath after he left.


Akabane left the yard and joined the caravan at the entrance of the village.


Although he is a stranger, because he came out of the patriarch's house, there is no trouble coming out like this.


When he reached the village gate, he finally saw a group of people with Kazama on the side.


"Move the cabinet, yes yes, just put it here!"


Kazama commanded loudly to let people quickly arrange their goods into an abandoned house.


This house was idle for some time, and there was a lot of dust accumulated on it, and it took them a lot of time to clean it.


But…


"What are you putting on?"


Akabane almost threw up when he saw the shop decoration.


"Akabane-san, what bothered you?"


Kazama asked in astonishment.


When he said that, he turned his head and glanced, and he became more suspicious.


No matter how you look at it, nothing felt wrong!


"These decorations are awful. How are we supposed to expect the customers to buy anything from here."


"Do you know what symmetry is?"


Akabane looks like someone with constipation on his face. He is not an obsessive-compulsive disorder, but their perception of symmetry is a mess, and it insults his characters as a former art student.


This is just a decoration. Does it need to be exaggerated?

 

Kazama pondered for a long time but still couldn't understand what Akabane meant.


Akabane turned around, then took his pen and paper and quickly drew a sketch.


Afterward, he handed the sketch into Kazama's left hand.


"Do it like this."


The old man glanced carefully for a while, and then let someone follow this arrangement.


With the sketches in their hand, everyone followed his order swiftly.


Before long, the store gradually became neatly arranged


The cabinets are neatly placed on both sides, with a table in the middle, and comics on the top.


"Akabane-san, it is really a lot more satisfying to see this way!"


Kazama said in surprise.


"This is still not enough."


Akabane takes a vintage view from the outside.


He shook his head regretfully, still missing a few posters.


He pondered for a moment, and he had an idea.


"When you go to publicity, tell those people that not only do they have a comic to buy, but they can also get a hand-drawn poster at random chances."


Akabane cast hand seals, and the identical shadow clone appeared from his side.


"Okay, I will do it, as you said."


Kazama accepted the task without complaining even if he looked a little confused.


There were still a lot of Uzumaki Members who were not ninjas around the village. And those people we're their target for selling the comics.


So he hurriedly off, holding a comic book, and visited every family house to start promoting it.


In front of the shop, Akabane's shadow clone set up the utensils and sat down to start making posters.


Street performance!


The method that Akabane thought of was to draw in front of everyone that passed by the store to build some curiosity around the villager.


As for him… After moving the comic on the cart, Akabane spread out a few pieces of fabric and lay on it.


"It's a pity that the second volume was still in print when I went here. Otherwise, the first and second volumes will be sold together, and that is how I could gain tons of points."


He thought to himself.


Calculating the time, Konoha's second volume should be on sale soon.


But there is no way that he could go back to Konoha now. Hiruzen and Danzo will force him to stay here for the time being.


If he collects enough points to exchange for Sharingan or The Uzumaki's half-immortal vitality, then his survivability will dramatically improve.


Akabane thought to himself.


Until now, he has never had the chance to use Fire Release or Silent Killing. But in the future, this ninjutsu would come in handy.


"With these peaceful times, I won't need to use this ninjutsu. It is such a shame…"


Akabane lay down on the cart, staring at the trees and flowers.


For him now, lying down and resting are the most precious things. Perhaps tomorrow, he will be given the task to hunt down the rebels just like his other friends.


As things were done, his surroundings gradually calmed down, leaving only the sound of tools that were used by the workers.


Akabane lay on top, slowly becoming sleepy.


At this moment, the sound of footsteps came from a distance.


Subsequently, these voices became clearer.


Akabane raised his head, and the child rushed from behind.


Only a child?


He froze for a moment. Although children are most likely to be tempted by comics, who will pay for them?


Is it impossible to do a giveaway!


"Akaba-nii, Ojisan was right, you are here!"


Suddenly, a delicate voice came.


Who does this voice belong to?


 Akabane slowly raised his head to look at his clone, who was exactly like him.


A bunch of children arrived, and it was Tomiko who was leading them who talked.


"Wow, what is your plan now, Sarutobi-sensei…?"


Akabane uncomfortably tried to avoid contact, shrinking his head while quietly using the transformation Jutsu.


However…


"Hey, this is the real Akaba-nii!"


Sweeping his eyes upwards, Akabane was shamefully caught even if he had already transformed.


"Didn't I give you a comic before?"


He sat up and coughed embarrassingly.


"I came to see you Akaba-nii, but I heard from Kazama-jiisan that you were here."


Tomiko said.


She came all the way here, and no one seemed to lead the way, which may indicate…


"Her ability is perception!"


He said inwardly.


In the actual comic, Karin possessed the ability of Mind's Eye of the Kagura, which could the user sensed chakra from an exceptional distance with great detail.


This is indeed a huge benefit for the side that the user chooses on the battlefield.


Akabane became worried. In his mind, the Third Hokage, Danzo, etc. flashed by.


These people someday we'll know, and I am afraid that they will not let her spend her life easily.

I, Akabane was graduated from the university of arts & design in the 21st century then suddenly traversed into the Naruto’s world, by bringing my knowledge of arts and my love of Naruto comic I decided to recreate Naruto comic here…

[Ding! Comic System has been activated!]

Great! Ninjutsu? Kekkei Genkai?

As long as I can draw more comics, I would be unmatched!

…Or am I?


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Author: Funeral
Translator: Levaa
Raw Source: sj.uukanshu.com

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As Leon parked his bike in front of the New York sanctum he remembered that it was the time when Dr. Strange's story should begin. And with a quick search form the daily Google, yup he was right, Strange fell into an accident recently.
'Let's meet the Ancient one shall we.' Leon thought as he opened the door and got in.
The place was huge looking mansion decorated with beautiful decoration giving off an elegant vintage vibe.
And there was no one except the bald lady sitting on the chair with sunglasses on… wait we are inside right or… is she asleep.
'Na that can't be.' Leon thought as he casually walked towards only to hear her snoring.
"cough… cough… COUGH… waaa." 'First cough no reaction, second same, so I dialed up a notch with a loud cough only to be hanged up her weird powers.' Leon thought as he was plastered on the wall opposite to the Ancient One. Who yawned and looked at him.

The Ancient one looked at me as she took off her glass. Showing the eyebags under her eyes. She rubbed her eyes and looked at Leon again.
"Ah… low on employes?" Leon asked trying to make it less awkward. He was just happy that at least he had some superpowers coming into this world. You get thrown away from literary anything in this world.
'How did I not get notified when he came into the sanctum.' Thought the Ancient one. 

"Cough… what do you want Asgardian." Asked the Ancient one.
"For one can we have a conversation the normal way, with a chai or tea maybe?" asked Leon with an awkward face.
"Hmm." As she gestured Leon got off and from the wall. He wasn't injured in any way just got some dust on his clothes.
"I apologize for the inconvenience. Hope you don't mind me asking… why are you here." Asked the Ancient one as he sat on her chair and brought a tea cattle from god knows where.
"Ah… I just wanted some help… I want to learn sorcery." Leon asked.
Leon didn't ask about Hela right away as she maybe an antagonist figure here on earth as well. So he wanted to become her student, as he remembered all sorcerers gain free access to loads on knowledge about the history and ancient language. So maybe he can find out something about it.

"Oh… Well, I am busy dealing with… some misguided students. But you can join but I will have to guide you at later dates. So self study." The Ancient one said. 

She looked weak, having eye bags under her eyes. But wasn't she some powerful soccer or something. Hmm… It always felt weird that they nerfed the Ancient one and Strange way too much from the comics. 
"Well, I can do that. But you look…"
"Horrible… Weak… I have been working for the past week nonstop to put a stop to a devil-worshiping cult what else do you expect." The Ancient one replied with pissed of mode.

"Ah… I can help you?" Leon asked or proposed.
"If it was that easy. The person I am looking for is…" the Ancient one looked at a certain direction and made a gate with a snap of her fingers. And went through it.

This Story will go through a ReWrite. 
A guy dies and finds himself in a Fantasy World with a System and all that...
But soon finds out that he is in Marvel Universe. In a world with heroes and villains. 
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Side note: The MC will be OP as the story progresses. And MC also has a System.
And the Cover Photo is not mine. I just edited the green vibe & highlights.
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Warning: I will try to lean on more at the comedy side of things. So be warned. The main character is mature, not smart.
And this is not going to be a Haram Story. Well not yet at least. If you guys want it to be I may do it in future.
And come on guys this website is full of fanfics that make the MC serious and talks about doing hero duty and whatnot. Just look up all the MHA fanfics or any other fanfics, so this ain't gonna be a story about that. 
So, yes the MC will fanboy a lot.
Meaning, MC will make a very-few-little stupid mistakes and some of you might happen to find the MC dense in certain situations. 
But that doesn't mean I will only do comedy, there will also be a few fights here and there. And a few serious moments.
And also this a work of fantasy so if you don't like anything don't feel offended. 
And why are you still reading this? Go and check the story out.
Go, NOW!!!

 The pounding noise continued to get louder as it woke Mitchell from her terrible nightmare. She shot up in a cold sweat, gasping for air. As her mind began to clear, the noise became more a more distinct beeping noise. "My alarm!" 
 Mitchell looked over to her end table, checking the time. She cringed as she slapped the "dismiss" button. "There's no way this has been going off for an hour!" She twisted her body to hang her legs off of the bed, accidentally kicking her cat, Kingsly. He hissed as he bolted off the bed into the bathroom. She could still hear him grumbling when there was a knock on her door. "What?" Mitchell asked dragging out the A's, clearly irritated with how her morning was going. 
 A husky blonde woman opened the door peeked her head into the room. "You never made it to the shop, I had to call your sister in so I could come and check on you. I was worried-" 
 "Okay mom... I'm up, I'm late, I get it." Mitchell sighed as she walked to the bathroom. She turned on the sink and splashed some water onto her face, trying to fully wake up to focus on the day. She looked up to the mirror and paused. There she was, but something was different today. Her reflection in the mirror showed her normal long brown hair, blue eyes, and pale skin, but something was off. She couldn't tell if it was more sadness in her eyes than normal, or if she was looking borderline frail for her normally busty frame. All she knew was something was different. She released a heavy sigh as she reached for her toothbrush, pausing to examine her hands. Burns. After applying a thick layer of eyeliner, a bit of mascara, and some bronzer she looked almost human. Or to her, not dead dead, whatever that meant in her dreams. 
 After combing her hair through and getting dressed in a floor length black skirt with a matching black crop top, she was ready to go. She bolted halfway down the stairs, then made a giant leap over the railing, landing on the couch next to the door. She reached down, grabbing a pair of simple black sandals and slipped her feet in. "Just lock up on your way out, please!" She called to her mom as she grabbed her small leather backpack off of a hook by the door. 
 Mitchell's mom hobbled down the stairs, holding the railing for security. "One of these days you need to move out of this townhouse. Too many stairs!" Her voice was raspy and out of breath. "Just wait two more minutes and we can ride together. You are already late, anyways." She chuckled to herself as she got to the bottom landing. 
 "What are you going to do, fire me from the family business?" Mitchell smiled to her mother, reaching her arm out for support. "And maybe I like having stairs. Keeps me thin," she said as she gently helped her mother to the door. 
 "You try having five kids and a hip replacement in a ten year period, then you will hate stairs," she replied as she patted Mitchell on the back. "Speaking of kids-"
 Mitchell put her hand up, signaling her disinterest in the conversation. "Not going to happen, mom. Kids aren't my thing. You have enough grand-kids anyways."
 "From everyone but my oldest," she replied, prodding her finger into Mitchell's chest, right over her heart. "At least give me a son-in-law and a puppy grandchild."
 They eased their way out of the door, and Mitchell shut it behind them, locking it quickly. "So what is Kingsly to you? Should I tell him you're not his grandma anymore, just some crazy lady named Sarah?" She gently guided her mother to the car, opening the passenger door for her.
 "You know I hate cats, Ell," Sarah replied as she buckled herself and shut the door, eyes following Mitchell as she walked around to the driver's side of the car. She reached over, to try and open the door for her, but she was a few inches too short.
 "Still a fur-baby grandchild," Mitchell replied as she got into the car and put her seat belt on. "He's an angel, and you know it. You'll learn to love him." She turned the key in the ignition, put the car in reverse, and backed out of the driveway.
 Sarah sighed, rolling her eyes as she turned to the window. Mitchell never understood her mom's hatred for cats, but it didn't bother her. Her home, her rules, so no matter anyone's feelings, she could do as she pleased and be herself. After five minutes of silence, Mitchell spoke up, "You know, I don't plan on staying at the store forever, right? I've been accepted where KayCee is."
 "Are you sure you want to work with a friend? I read online that it can cause strain in relationships working together, especially if you mess up and she is the one who put in a good word for you," Sarah replied, turning to face Mitchell. "Plus, this is our family's pride and joy! How could we have a family store without the whole family?"
 Mitchell huffed, clearly annoyed. "Easily, keep the ones who actually care there and just let me go. I won't mess up with KayCee, because it is something I actually want to do. It's literally what I went to school for."
 "You know it makes your dad happy having us all at the store," Sarah said sternly. "He put a lot of money and labor into getting all of the antiques, plus the work into restoring them. He works harder than anyone I know, and he supported us all these years, it's the least you could do."
 "He's not my dad. You know that, and I know that. Shit, even Adam and Luke know that. They were old enough to remember our dad," Mitchell retorted. She pulled into a small shopping center, parking her mom's car behind the building, angrily turning the key to the off position. "Martin is just the guy who tried to take my dad's place. After this week, I won't be working with you here."
 Mitchell let herself out of the car and walked to the back door of the store. In faded paint, you could barely see the "Very Valuable Vintage. No entry for customers" wording on the door. "Hopefully the last week I'll be in here, and my mom isn't right about KayCee," she thought to herself. A cold sensation trickled up from her hands to her body as she turned the doorknob. Something about this day felt different, but she still couldn't figure out what. She entered the building, kicking down the door stop to prop the door for her mother as she worked her way through the back storage room to the lobby. A young couple were slowly browsing the antique furniture section, and a tall, blonde man was flipping through the catalog of First Edition books they kept in the store room. Mitchell looked over at the register and found her youngest sister propped back playing on her phone. She quickly walked over to the counter and announced in her best customer service voice, "Good morning everyone, if you need any help with any items, just let me know. Feel free to grab me if you need me!" 
 The blonde man turned and smiled at her, politely pointing down to the catalog and raised his brows, asking for help without speaking. Mitchell slid through a small opening in the counter and hurried over to him. "Hello sir, I'm Ell, what can I help you with? Looking for a specific First Edition or collectible?" She looked into his green eyes and smiled. "What a pretty man," she thought to herself as she examined his facial features. Well over six foot tall, the man had very defined cheeks and jawline, long blonde hair to the middle of his back, and a snug, button up shirt leaving nothing to the imagination on how muscular he was. 
 His deep, but gentle voice filled the air as he spoke, "Yes, actually. I noticed you have a Bible from the fourth century listed in here. May I see it?" He turned the catalog to her, showing the antique Bible's photograph and description to her. Underneath, the asking price of eighty-thousand was listed.
 Mitchell took the catalog from his hands and smiled. "Of course, sir, but unfortunately we don't keep it here because of it's value. It's being held in a safety deposit box at the bank down the road, I am more than happy to take you to see it, mister..."
 "Lunaire," he replied. "Should we set up an appointment to see it so my investor can come as well? No reason to take two trips." Lunaire casually leaned against the wall as he pulled a phone from his front pocket and began to scroll through it. "It looks like we would be available later this afternoon, around two. Would that work for you Miss Ell?"
 Mitchell felt a slight rush in her cheeks, causing her to blush slightly. "Just Ell is fine, and yes, that would work perfectly. We can meet at two, just head south from here and the first complex on your right. I'll be right out front of the WellsFargo."
 Lunaire smiled and nodded to her and typed into his phone. He reached out and took her hand, shaking it gently, "Thank you, Ell. We will be there." He turned and walked out of the door, waving at her through the front window as he made his way to his truck. Mitchell smiled and thought to herself, "Hopefully an easy sale and a nice commission check! his hands were so soft..." as she fiddled with her hands. She turned and walked back to the counter, leaning over to her sister. "Lilly, let mom know I am showing the Bible in a few hours so I wont be staying long. I'll take over the register for now, though."
 Lilly looked up from her phone for the first time since Mitchell walked in the store and shrugged. "Cool. I'll be in the back then. Mom said we got a shipment of some old-ass comics we have to go through that Dad found online. Hopefully he didn't overpay and they don't look like shit. We lost about four-hundred the last time he bought some." She slowly stood up, taking her time to stretch out before grabbing her coffee cup and retreating the the storage room. Mitchell chuckled to herself as she remembered when Lilly broke the news to Martin that the comics were junk. He always insisted on doing the searching and purchases himself, as he had a self-proclaimed eye for top sellers.
 Sarah came out from the back room with a big grin on her face. "I hear you might be selling the Bible, is this true?" She hobbled her way to Mitchell and hugged her. "We might actually be well enough ahead for the first time in years after this! Your dad will be so pleased!"
 "Martin will be so pleased," Mitchell corrected her. "This will be my parting gift for leaving, but I still want my commission for it." She nodded her head, assuring herself that this could possibly be one of her biggest commission sales yet, and the perfect time to leave without disturbing the balance in the family. "So, I'll be leaving here in a few hours. If it sells I'll let you know."
 "Did he seem very interested, or just maybe?" Sarah asked, curious.
 Mitchell rubbed her temples and sat down in Lilly's register chair. "I guess. He's here for some kind of investor, so I'm sure he has a private collection or something." Her head started pounding, causing her to wince. She looked over at the couple, watching them shrug and walk out of the shop. Sales have been lower than normal, so she wasn't surprised they didn't make a purchase. Why buy something old when you can buy new vintage style furniture for half the price? "I've got a headache, so do you mind if I help sort and you deal with anyone that might come in today?"
 Sarah nodded her head, "Of course. You've got a more important sale to focus on, so do what you have to and make sure you're at the bank early. No bad impressions! It's taken twenty years for someone to actually want to see it."
 Mitchell stood up, slid past her mother, and worked her way back to the storage room. Once again, Lilly was mindlessly scrolling on her phone, completely ignoring the boxes of comics to be sorted. She chuckled to herself. "Lord help them if they think Lilly will actually do something for this store." Mitchell pulled one of the boxes over to a desk, sat down, and began to sort them. Carefully eyeing the dates and issue numbers, she stacked them into two piles: Sales and Donate. "Looks like Martin didn't suck so bad this time," She said as she carefully dangled a early copy of Captain America in front of her sister's face. "You should post this one on the website for full asking price only. It'll sell quick without hagglers trying to cut a deal."
 "Oh, wow! Not worth fifty cents like the other junk he brought in last month!" Lilly smiled as she took the comic from Mitchell. "Thanks for helping, Ell. I'm really not feeling it today. Think mom will let me go early? I have plans tonight..." her voice trailed off as she got a new alert on her phone. Lilly smiled, blushing as she quickly typed back to her mystery friend.
 Mitchell loved seeing her sister happy. As the youngest, she had the luxury of not remembering all the bad events from their childhoods, but at the same time she would never know the unconditional love of their father that had passed. Mitchell was always jealous of her spirit, Lilly was like a ray of sunshine compared to her. "I'm sure if the Bible sells we will all be out of here early. I hope this Lunaire guy is reliable. I wonder who his investor is," she said as she continued to sort through the comics.
 "If tonight doesn't go my way, I hope that Lunaire guy is single!" Lilly laughed. "He sure was a hottie."
 They both broke out in a chorus of cackling laughter. Mitchell wiped a tear from her eye, not sure if it was from laughing or because she was always alone, never interested in anyone for herself. "I think he may be a little too old for you, Lilly. He had to be like, thirty or something. You're barely legal. Plus he doesn't seem like the type to play step-daddy."
 "I meant doesn't go my way, like, I'm stuck here covering for you. You should ask him to coffee or something, you're old so I'm sure you guys have lots of things in common," Lilly snorted. She was always so pushy for Mitchell to date, convinced she was so worried about her siblings that she ignored her own needs.
 Mitchell put her hand up, "I'm cool. I already told mom that the only grand-kid she gets from me is Kings." She smiled, hoping to stop the conversation where it was.
 "I said nothing about grand-kids, I said date. You know, like a social life besides here and KayCee. I'm pretty sure Dad thinks you guys are lesbians or something."
 Mitchell chuckled as she reached into the box for the last comic. "You know I'm not-" she cut her sentence short, focused on the cover of the comic. Death Angels. The cover had a man with long dark hair in a cloak, facial piercings, and skeletal fingers. It slowly burst into gray smoke and disappeared right before her eyes.
 Lilly looked over, oblivious to what had happened. "Whatcha find?" she asked, face scrunched in concern. "You look like you found a bug or something in there. That's happened to me before. It was still alive too!" She shuddered at the thought.
 "No..." Mitchell replied slowly. "I thought there was another book in here, but I guess my migraine is playing tricks on me."

Mitchell, the oldest of all her siblings, has never been much of a dreamer. That is, until she had a visitor in her dreams warning her of evil to come. A family curse threatens to take her life over something far in the past. Will Death take her, or will Death save her life? When everything you've been taught is flawed, what side will she stand on?

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