Mage King in Amalgam-Verse (Marvel) (DC) (HP)

3 - Camilla Brooke

{Welsh Elementary, London}

{12th August 1986}

Camilla Brooke looked around her classroom, her smile dimmed. For almost her entire life, being a teacher had been her dream... and Camilla had went and done exactly that. The last five years had been a wonderful experience, and she wouldn't trade it for anything. Sure, kids could be petty cruel bastards at times, but she was happy to teach and guide them all the same.

"Six months..." Camilla whispered, looking around her empty classroom.

Tears fell from her eyes.

With her full focus on her teaching degree, on fulfilling her dream, Camilla hadn't married. She hadn't had kids of her own. Hell, the most she had done was go on a few dates. Camilla had made sure to stay in shape, never smoking, only having alcohol once or twice, and never even getting drunk.

"So w-why am I dying?" she mumbled.

She wouldn't even make it to her thirties.

If she could go back– no, that was pointless. Camilla had already accomplished her dream, and even if she could go back, she would get cancer all the same. She just wished she could've had more time...

"Hello, Ms. Brooke."

Camilla nearly jumped from her seat. A rather cute boy, with black hair, blue eyes, and flawless skin was standing just a few feet in front of her desk. 'How did I not notice him?' she thought as she quickly rubbed her eyes, not wanting to show a child such an ugly scene.

It took her a few moments to recognize the boy. He was one of Mrs. Garrison's students from last year, someone she had gone on and on about being 'perfect' and what not.

"M-Matteo?"

"That's me," he answered happily.

"Um, why..." she trailed off. The 'why are you here' was left unsaid, but implied. It was the middle of summer vacation, and she wasn't even his teacher.

"I have a proposition for you."

Camilla blinked. "What?"

"Well, I understand your confusion, but rest assured, I'm serious. All I ask is for your undying loyalty and for you to do whatever I ask of you..."

To which she chuckled. 'Undying, huh?' She wouldn't be doing much of that.

"...And in return, I'll cure you."

Camilla stilled.

She didn't know what Matteo was up to, and she definitely didn't think that the boy could actually cure her, but the fact that he even knew... it spooked her. As far as Camilla was aware, only two people knew about her cancer. Just her and her doctor.

"W-What do you mean?" she asked, her voice cracking slightly.

"Well, we have a few options," he answered. "I could remove the cancer directly, simply eradicating it. I could perfect your cell division, and in return your cancer would stop growing entirely. I could even just halt your aging, and you would simply continue to be a few months away from death, forever."

None sense, he was speaking utter none sense. Camilla didn't believe him for a second, even if the thought of dying before she even married, or had a child of her own, gnawed at her.

"You don't believe me, do you," Matteo chided, as if he was reading her mind. "Well, I can read surface thoughts, but not much more than that."

"W-What?" she asked, bewildered. 'Can he truly read my mind...? No. That's impossible.'