Origins (1)

Many centuries ago,

magic jewels with

extraordinary powers were created,

these were the Miraculous.

Throughout history, heroes

have use these jewels

for the good of the human race.

Two of these Miraculous

are more powerful than the others,

the earrings of the ladybug,

with power of creation,

and the ring of the black cat,

which grants the power of destruction.

According to legend,

whoever controls both these jewels

will achieve absolute power.

"I want that absolute power Nooroo. I must have those Miraculous." The villain clicked the locket shut.

He stood in his lair. White butterflies scattered about on the floor, waiting for his command.

In front of him floated Nooroo, the kwami of the purple moth miraculous.

"But nobody knows where these Miraculous are." Nooroo cried out.

The villain huffed. "I found you though, my little Nooroo." He touched his finger tips to the outside of the locket. "Your miraculous, remind me of its powers again."

Nooroo, ever so excited to impart his knowledge onto young fledglings kindly obliged. "The moth brooch allows you to give someone a super power and to make that person your follower."

The villain continued to rub at his locket. The little black and silver locket that he had designed to hold the photo of his beloved wife. "And when it comes to luring superheroes, what could be better than creating super-villains."

The plan was perfect. All he had to do was to create super-villains to lure out the holders of the ladybug and cat miraculous. And when he had them in his grasp, he would use that absolute power to bring his beloved wife back from the dead.

"But master, the Miraculous aren't meant for evil purposes."

The villain stomped his foot, tired with his kwami's excuses. "I must have that absolute power! Your miraculous is in my control" He pointed a finger at the startled Nooroo. "I am your master now! And you must obey."

Completely defeated, Nooroo closed his eyes and lowered his head. In a small voice he lifelessly answered. "Yes, master."

The villain reached for the moth miraculous from within his pants pocket and placed it onto the collar of his shirt. The butterflies on the floor took flight. "Nooroo, dark wings, rise!"

The butterflies surrounded him, completely covering his body. He lifted his arms, spreading them out. The sudden action caused the butterflies the fly away from him, scattering around the room.

The transformation had only taken a couple of nanoseconds. The villain now stood in the center of his lair dressed in a purple suit. The black winged collar of the suit flared out like the wings of a moth.

"From this day on, I shall be known as Hawk Moth." Hawk Moth cackled.

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Wayzz, the turtle kwami slept in an empty match box. His postage stamp collection taped to the wall of his room which was a Victrola.

An over-whelming sensation filled him. He bolted awake and flew to his master.

"Master, master."

His master's patient heard him and looked toward his master.

His master, who was a wizened Chinese man, feigned ignorance at his patient's confusion. Perfectly covering up Wayzz's mistake by waving his hands over the patient's body and chanting master, master.

"Chanting, it's all part of the treatment." He continued with the rouse then quickly pushed the young man out of the room. "Thank you for coming. See you next week."

Once the door was shut, Wayzz flew out from behind his master's back. "Master, the Moth Miraculous, I felt its aura."

The master grabbed his chin, pulling at his grey beard, lost in concentration. "I thought it was lost forever." His voice was hopeful at the fact that the Moth Miraculous had finally been discovered.

"But master, it's a negative aura. I fear it may have gotten in the hands of a dark power." Wayzz' worried voice warned his master.

"We must find Nooroo and his Miraculous." The master walked over to the Victrola. "If it has gotten into the wrong hands, there's no.telling what evil will come upon the world."

The master held up his arm with the Turtle Miraculous on it. The Miraculous was a simple looking tweed bracelet with a green turtle stone. "Time to transform! Wayzz..."

He started to do the poses that came with the transformation. A sharp pain rose from his lower back, spreading to the rest of his back and throughout his legs, reminding him that he no longer possessed his glorious youth.

He leaned onto the floor, waiting for the pain to subside.

Wayzz flew to him. "Master, be reasonable, you are..."

"Still young. I'm only one-hundred-eighty-six." His master cut him off.

The master pushed himself up off the floor, still holding onto his back. "But you're right, Wayzz. I can no longer do it alone. We'll need some help."

He pressed on the eyes of the Dragon inlays on the base of the victrola. A secret latch opened, revealing a set of buttons. He punched in the combination that allowed the victrola to open, revealing an old ornate wooden box that was painted in red symbols.

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"Marinette!" The alarm rung out, ringing in unison with Sabine's voice. "Your alarm's been going off for fifteen minutes. Your going to be late for your first day."

Marinette reached a hand out from underneath the blanket and covered her phone.

"Got it mom." She called out steeply as she lifted the sheet off of her.

Slowly, she made her way down the steps to the main part of the house. "Coming..." She yawned.

She walked over to the small kitchen area and kissed her mother on the cheek before taking a seat.

"I bet Chloe will be in my class again." She said in a dreary tone. She grabbed the carton of milk and poured some into the waiting bowl.

"Four years in a row? Is that possible?" Her mother said, stunned. The odds of having someone in the same class four years in a row with so many students was highly unlikely.

"Definitely. Lucky me." She poured some chocolate powder into the bowl.

Her mother looked at her, holding a pot in her hands. "Don't say that. It's the start of a new year. I'm sure everything will be just fine.

Marinette nodded, believing in her mother's optimism. Just then, an orange fell out of the fruit bowl and rolled across the table bumping into the milk. Milk spilled out onto the floor at the same time as the container of chocolate powder fell into the fruit bowl. The orange continued to roll until it knocked over the cup of yogurt.

Just her luck. She was most definitely the clumsiest and unluckiest person in the world.

Her mother quickly came to her aid, cleaning up the spilled milk. She rubbed her daughter's cheek to let her know that everything would be fine.

Marinette finished her breakfast then grabbed her jacket and purse. She and her mother made there way down to the first floor where the bakery was.

Her father hummed out a song as he handed his daughter a box of neatly decorated green tea macaroons.

"Dad! These are so awesome!" Marinette climbed out as she looked at the present that she would give to her class.

"Glad you like 'em."

"Thank you dad, my class will love them. You're the best."

Her dad rubbed a large hand against her head. "We're the best. Thanks to your amazing designs."

Marinette dropped the box of macaroons and jumped up to hug her dad's large neck. He caught the falling present with one large foot, making sure that they didn't fall out onto the ground. He handed the box back to his daughter.

Marinette kissed both of her parents on the cheek before leaving. "See you tonight." She called out to them.

She rushed out the door and stopped at the crosse walk right out side of the bakery waiting for the light to change.

In the middle of the road was an elderly Chinese man crossing. He was leaning heavily on his cain.

Marinette panicked as she saw a car heading straight for him.

Not thinking anything about it, she ran into the street and pulled the elderly man across. Once they reached the sidewalk, she fell face first, spilling the box of macaroons.

"Thank you miss."

Marinette scrambled, trying to save the fallen macaroons.

"What a disaster."

She laughed, brushing off the comment. "Don't worry. I'm no stranger to disaster. Besides, there's still a few left."

She offered the elderly man one. He graciously accepted, taking a bite. "Delicious."

The school bell rings in the distance. "Oh, no! I'm late!" She closes the box and bows to the stranger. "Have a nice day sir!" She dashes across the street heading toward the school.

The elderly man holds a small wooden ornate box in his hand and chuckles. "Thank you very much young lady." He puts the box back into his pants pocket, continuing on his walk, no longer bothering to use his cain.

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