(YN)= Your name
(FC)= Favorite color
(HN)= hair length
(LN)= last name
(HC)= hair color
Chapter 1: Mirror
Reader's POV:
You sat at the old table, bored out of your mind. You couldn't believe this. Not one bit. It was early into the summer, school had just let out two weeks ago, and for the past week, you've been stuck at your grandparents. Your parents had you stay the summer with them, and you where still mad at them for it. You already had your whole summer planned. Hanging out with your friends, staying up late, eating junkfood, playing all your favorite video games... but no, you where here, stuck in a small town, with little to no internet or cell servace. With no laptop, ds, or anythings else. Your grandparents old a antique shop in town. And they didn't want to leave you home alone all day, so you had come with them. Wich ment sitting around a musty old shop, all day. You sighed and drummed your fingures against the wooden table. You put your earbuds in and listened to a song you had on your phone. It was your favorite. You hummed the lyrics quietly until a small jingle distracted bell hanging from the door rang as it ipened, and another customer walked in. Your Grandma looked up from the counter. "Now (YN), please be quiet. I've been expecting a important customer. And I don't want you bothering him. Why don't go in back? There's some pretty old stuff back there, so becareful. If there's anything back there you like...You might be able to keep it."
She said. You sigh and nodd. "Yes Grandma." You mumble. You could see a tall man walk over to your Grandma. You don't know what, but there was something unsettling about him... You freeze as he glances over at you, His piercing gaze seems to paralize you. You gulp as he looks away. "Wierdo..." You mumble walked into the that leads into back. It was a little cluttered, and was more like storage. It was filled with tons of stuff, and boy do you mean TONS! You could barely see the walls. Boxes where piled up to the cieling, and where there wheren't boxes, things hung from the walls. Bags, paintings and, several other things. You trudge around the piles of boxes and other old things. You navigated your self around desks, tables, clocks and, more junk. You honestly don't know how your Grandparents are into this stuff. Or why Grandma wanted you to go back here. You've been around other customers, so why was this one different? He WAS strange...but that can't be the reason, she said he was a important customer. LOst in thought, you run into a pile of stuff. Boxes of old necklaces, books and, wooden dolls topple ontop of you. You hope no one heard the noise. You push the junk off of you. You where a little shaken up, and probably would get a bruise or two, but you where ok. That's when you saw it. A door. It had been covered up by the boxes, and it still was. A wall of boxes and other items. Your curiosity got the better of you. You push thestuff out of the way, piling it behind and around you.
The push the door open as much as you can, then squeeze in. It was dark. You thumbed for a light switch of somekind, your figures brush up against one and you flick it on. It was a good thing you did, because there was a flight of stairs in front of you. Curiosly, you walk down them, glad that the swicth turned on all the lights down here. At the bottom, there was a corner to turn. You fallowed the path that led to a curain door. You push the cloth out of the way and gasp. Several strange items where scattered across the room. But...they all looked familier for some reason... A mask with big orange eyes and four spikes on the cheeks hung on the wall. There where glass cases holding what looked like a ruby, sapphire and, emerald. A harp lyre on wooden hooks on one side of the room. What resembled a flute,
but was to round and squat sat on a cussioned case. A very old sword and shield hung on one of the walls. There was some sort of symbol or crest on the shield. Another wooden one with a red spiral on it sat next to it. Other exotic things caught your eyes. But, leaned against the far wall, was a large mirror. The frame was made of a dark silver metal, and the glass was gray...no black! You could still see your reflection, but barely. You notices several fine cracks in the glass, and a piece missing!
The mirror must have at once been broken, but your grandparents must have fixed it at some point. Except for the missing piece. You noticed a small wooden box next to the mirror. It looked EXTREAMLY old. You pick it up and open it, careful not to break the frail lid off. Inside was a piece of black glass. You take it out and look at it. It looked like it would fit perfectly into the space missing from the mirror. YOu slide it into the misssing gap. Maybe it was a trick of the light, but the cracks seemed to shine... The glass suddenly felt softer under your fingures. You draw your hand away from the mirror, siddenly feeling...off. Like you where being watched. You turn around, maybe the customer was gone...you hope so and climb up the stairs. You couldn't help but wonder why your Grandma had the door blocked... You close the door behind you and put the boxes back...well not 'back'. You stack them so you couldn't see the dorr, but it was still accesable. You where about to walk back into the main room, but stop. Your Grandma was talking to the man, and looked annoyed. It was hard to make out what they where saying, but you could hear some of it. "Now listen- I don't have it! You where wrong to come here, It broke thousands of years ago. It's I don't even think you know how to work it! So you can tell- to- because I know how to-. And if I did have it, why would I give it to YOU of all people?"
She snapped. The man grumbled something, but you couldn't what. But boy did he sound mad! He stormed out and you waited a few minutes to come out. "Did you find anything you like?" Your Grandma asked. You shake your head. You where sbout to ask about the door,and everything else down there, but stopped. Something held you back. You pop your earbuds in and beguin listening to music. You do this until lunch, that's when your GRandpa was getting back from the city. He left earlier this morning to check out something someone was going to sell to the shop. He said he's bring back some subway for lunch. Man you LOVED subway. Come one, it was subway. How could anyone resist those sandwiches? You heard him open the door. You grab your sandwich, it was your favorite. As you chowed down on it, you shivered as a cold breeze blew across the store. You shivered and suddenly felt uneasy. You glance at your grandparents, they didn't seem to notice. But you could of sworn there was the slightest hint of worry in their eyes... You don't know how, but it felt like something big was going to happen...