Hello my wonderful readers I hope you enjoyed the prologue. Here is the first chapter of the actual book. I hope you will enjoy it and please leave comments if you find any errors or what you liked about it. I really love reading the comments to see what you guys enjoyed or how you felt about the story. I've also posted a picture of what your Kwami, Arathor, looks like. I know I'm not the best artist, but I hope this helps give you a slight indication of what he looks like.

(Edited) Hello I got a comment about something in my book that contradicted itself and so I'm republishing it with the issue being fixed. I also changed took out and changed the POVs of Marinette and Adrien so that it wasn't just a repeat of what was already in the story. I hope it's better than before. Please comment or pm me what you think of the chapter or any questions you have. Thank you!!!

(Edited 2) Hello sorry again. I forgot one minor detail, but it's a cute minor detail. I'm not sure if most of you will find it, but I quickly added it to make a cute connection to what's already canon in the show. If you can't find it, let me know and I'll tell you, but it's not too important. Thanks!!!

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9 Years Later

(Y/F/N)'s POV

I was sitting on the plane staring outward through the window. I watched the cotton-like clouds stretch as if it was endless, but it was peaceful. It reminded me of being with my three uncles. I look at the picture they gave me as my birthday, the day they found me, present. It was all three of them. Uncle Aaron on the left with his flamey, red hair and holding out a peace sign, Uncle Patty still wearing his sergeant's hat and putting on his biggest closed-eye smile, and none other than Uncle Coop in the middle giving his warmest smile with his arms around the other two.

Touching Uncle Coop's face on the photo, "I wish you three were here with me, so that I wouldn't be alone." I start to tear up as I miss the hugs they would give me each night I was still at the base.

I feel the plane start to lower in altitude and hear a beep of the intercom in the jet. "We shall be arriving at the Charles de Gaulle Airport in twenty minutes. Please fasten your seatbelts if you have not done so yet and enjoy the beautiful city of love, Paris." The intercom beeps again and I click the two seatbelt pieces together. I look at the time on my phone as it read 8:40 and knew I would be arriving perfectly at nine. I look out to the window again and watch as we descend through the clouds and begin to see my temporarily new home. The people below looking like scurrying ants and the Eiffel Tower catching some rays of sunshine, shine against my eyes. Maybe Paris won't be so bad.

As we start to land, I brace for the bumps from the landing clear trying to make contact with the ground and think back to what the general said.

Small Flashback

I was swinging from ropes attached to the ceiling of the building I was housed in. Aiming the bow and arrow and nailing each shot at the targets. I then bent backwards till I was hanging upside down and practice a few more shots.

"X!" I look over to see the general standing at the entrance to my room. I give one last good swing and thrust myself into the air. While doing a front flip in the arrow, I release three consecutive shots that hit each other at the targets. Once I landed, I look to see as the third arrow had split into the other two arrows. I stand back up and turn to the general, saluting him. "At ease." I place my hand to my sides and stared at him. "You are going to be sent on a long-term mission to Paris. It seems that recently there have been supervillain attacks with two superheroes coming to the rescue. Your task is to find out how they got their powers and procure them for us to use. You will go under the alias of (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N), a world-renowned violin prodigy whose parents have passed away. You move to Paris to find new inspirations. Your apartment will have a secret entrance in the closet to lead you to the equipment room where you will find all the necessities for surveillance and any lethal encounter. You will be attending Collège Françoise Dupont as this seems where the attacks are usually coming from. The apartment is only a block away and will only be occupied by you. Your plane leaves 16:30. I know you will succeed in learning about them."

End of Flashback

As I was still bracing for the rough landing, I only felt a smooth transition. I guess when you work for the government, you get the best of the best. As the plane halts, I grab my backpack and am waved goodbye by the stewardesses, the captain, and the co-pilot. I walk through the terminal only to be greeted by flashing cameras and screaming girls. Damn, they had to make me be a famous violin player. Whatever, it'll make my job of getting to know people more easier. I give a closed-eye smile and wave to all the flashing cameras and the girls. I watch as the security in the airport are trying to make a path for me to reach the baggage claim. I continue waving and stop a few times signing photographs of me and allowing them to have selfies.

I could hear girls screaming, "Oh my goodness!!! He's so cute!!!", "I wish I could be his girlfriend!!!", "Senpai, please notice me!!!", and some vulgar comments. I watched as a group of girls were trying to wake their friend after she fainted and was having a nosebleed at the same time. Thank goodness for all the languages I learned in the program, but I was told that I needed to act like I was not fluent in the language. So I just kept smiling and continue my walk to pick up the rest of my luggage.

After I got my luggage, I entered an awaiting limo to take me to my apartment. On the ride over, I watched as people were smiling, chatting, and relaxing. I observed all the little stores and took note of cafés and bakeries. As I arrived at the apartment, I noticed it was located across from a bakery. In gold lettering against a black background it read, Tom & Sabine Boulangerie Patisserie. This is a cute shop. I think I'm gonna stop by it after I place my luggage in my room. Both me and the driver carry my suitcases to the room and after the last one was placed down, I thanked him and with that he left. I grab the keys from my pocket and unlock the door, turning the knob and pushing it open slowly.

I stare in awe as the room was almost white with the subtle hue of (F/C). I roll all the suitcases pass the door and close it behind me. I turn to see a beautiful kitchen with all the top modern appliances that felt like it was built for a mansion. I open the fridge and pantry to see that is was fully stocked with all of my favorite foods and ingredients to make them. I look into the bathroom to see a pristine toilet and shower with a showerhead that is attached to the ceiling to imitate rainfall. I observe the area to see that everything was spotless and the drawers had a first-aid kit, cleaning supplies, and toiletries. Walking over to the living room, I spot the giant OLED TV with a TV stand full of movies and games. I sit on the sofa and am met with the softest fabric I have ever felt. I felt like I could almost fall asleep while sitting on it. I get up before I could doze off and enter my bedroom to be greeted by a king-size bed with (F/C) silk sheets and another OLED TV with more movies and games. I open the door to my personal bathroom to see a shower with the same head as before but on the three walls had jets that stuck out. I look at my toilet to find out that it was one of those electronic ones in Japan. The luxuries of being a weapon of the government.

I open the door to a walk-in closet that has been partially filled with clothes that ranged from sleepwear and casual to tuxedos and tailcoats. I head all the way in and press my hand against the wall. A glow appears with a line of light scanning up my hand. Once finished, the wall lifts up and I walk into a dark room. As I step inside, the lights automatically illuminate to a room full of weapons from swords, axes, daggers, and knives to pistols, submachine guns, shotguns, and snipers. I walk further in to find a section of surveillance equipment and gadgets to help me get out of a tight situation. All the way in the back there was an elevator to which I enter and press the button to go down. Once I reached the destination, I notice that it was a training room with a surveillance room on the right side. Wonderful, I can continue to perfect my techniques and build more endurance. I head back up to unpack my luggage.

Once I finished unpacking it was a little past 4:30, I decided to explore the area a bit more and go to the bakery across the street. I grabbed my backpack before leaving my apartment. I crossed the street and looked at the black tinted windows with gold lettering. Walking towards the door, I push it open and a bell rings. A tall, large man was kneading dough as turned his head towards me speaking in French, "Ahh, hello and welcome to my bakery! My name is Tom. I haven't seen you before. Are you new here in Paris?"

Since I had to act like I didn't know how to speak or understand French, all I could do was utter, "Uhh... Umm... Uhh..." with my eyes widened and my mouth hung slightly open.

He looked at me a bit confused, but soon there were loud footsteps running down the stairs as a girl with bluebell eyes and black hair with a blue shine to it, almost like a midnight blue wearing a grey blazer with rolled up sleeves, a white shirt with a pink and black flower design on the corner, rolled-up pink jeans, and pink ballet flats. Her eyes widen and she was heaving after running down the stairs, "A-A-Are... you... really... the (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N)?! The violin prodigy?!" she questioned in English quickly.

I stood there kind of stunned by her quickness and heaving. "Y-Yeah. Hi." I give a small wave and walked over to her and placing a hand on her shoulder. "Are you alright?"

She looks up at me, her face red from running and possibly blushing a bit. She straightens all the way up and starts waving her hands all over the place, "Ahh... Uhh..." She then scratches the side of her head, "Yeah I'm totally fine. So don't worry about me. Thank me for worrying about you- Gahh! I mean, thank you for worrying about you- No!" She took in a deep breath, "Thank you for worrying about me." She gave a nervous smile.

"It's no problem at all. Oh I never got your name."

"Oh, my name? It's Marinette, Marinette Dupain-Cheng."

"It's very nice to meet you, Marinette." I held out my hand for a handshake.

As she shook my hand, I could see her grow redder and start to slightly shake. I couldn't help, but let out a small giggle. She turns to her and speaks to him in French, "Oh... Papa. Sorry, I didn't know (Y/F/N) would be coming here. He's a famous violinist that's known basically everywhere. However, he doesn't really know very much French or how to speak it."

Mr. Dupain nodded and responded back in French, "Oh okay. I see. I should've known when he looked so nervous and puzzled at what I was saying." He chuckles a bit before turning back to me and said in English, "Sorry about that, Mr. (Y/L/N). I didn't know that you couldn't understand French very well. What I said before was welcome to my bakery, my name is Tom, and asked if you were new here."

I rubbed the back of my head and respond, "That's alright and please just call me (Y/F/N). Thank you for the welcome and it's very nice to meet you, Tom."

"You're welcome. If you need anything, just let me or Marinette know." He smiles after finishing the sentence.

I smile back. As both me and Marinette released our hands from each other, I looked at the abundance of pastries. I have no idea what to try. I turn to Marinette, "Hey Marinette, I've never had any of these types of pastries before. What do you recommend?"

Her eyes widen and spit out the water she was drinking. She began coughing, "Are you serious?! You've never tried any of these before?!" She moved her hands all around to gesture the whole bakery. I shook my head no. "Oh my goodness!!! We need to change that immediately!!!" She grabbed a bag and placed three croissants in it and gave me a box that held a dozen macarons. She took out a croissant and placed it in my face. "Here, try this now!!!"

"Okay." I took it from her hands and took a bite of the flaky pastry. It was unlike anything I've had before. It was nice and buttery and still a bit warm from coming out of the oven. The flaky texture was unreal. Where has this been my entire life. "Marinette, this is amazing!!!"

"I know right! Our bakery is one of the best in all of Paris!" Marinette exclaims and smiles.

"Wow! I'm so glad I live across the street. I'm gonna come visit basically everyday, if that's alright?"

"Yes! Yes! You're always welcome!"

"Wonderful! Oh by the way, Marinette do you happen to go to Collège Françoise Dupont?"

"I do."

"Great! I guess I have my first friend, that is I hope you will be my first friend," I say smiling shyly.

"Oh my goodness! Yes, of course! I'd be honored to be your friend." I couldn't help, but pull her into a hug.

"Thank you very much, Marinette!!!" I feel her hug me back.

"Y-Y-You're welcome, (Y/F/N)," she stutters.

We pulled away from the hug and I place the money on the counter, no matter how much both Marinette and Tom insisted that I didn't need to pay. I wave goodbye to Marinette, "Bye, Marinette! Bye, Tom! Thank you for the amazing pastries and I hope to visit again soon!" As I was walking out of the bakery, I hear Marinette yell, "Happy fourteenth birthday, (Y/F/N)!!!" I look back at her and give a closed-eye smile. I walk toward the park and sit down on the bench. I take out a few macarons and eat them while feeling the slight breeze on my face. This is a nice welcome to a new country.

I jump up as I hear screams coming from all the streets. I look all around seeing as adults are being trapped in bubbles. I see a colorful figure with giant bubble wand laughing away. I look back to the bakery and see Tom and a woman that looks like an older version of Marinette floating away in a green bubble. Damn it. It must be one of those villains that the general was saying in the debriefing. I place the box and bag of pastries into my backpack as fast as I could. I look over again to see an elderly man wearing a red hawaiian shirt with white hibiscus flowers, holding a cane, and trying to get away from a floating bubble. I race over with my inhuman speed and place him on my back. I take him to an alleyway and wait out the bubbles. I turn to him, "Sir, are you alright?"

"I am now. Thanks to you." He says with a smile of gratitude.

"Oh it's no problem. Where's your home, maybe I can take you there so that you're safe?" He explains to me the directions and I nod. I check one more time for bubbles and then I book it to his home. Once we got there, I made sure he entered his home before I left. I went back onto the streets. I look around and watch as people were scattered everywhere.

(Y/F/N) we need to transform to get deakumatize the gentleman that is forcing all the adults into bubbles. My Kwami, Arathor, says in my mind.

I can't right now, Arathor. There's too many people for me to transform and there's people in the alleyways as well. I think I'm gonna have to do this with my own being.

Okay. Stay safe and remember. You can still use my powers without having to fully transform.

I know. With that I ran to a ladder of a fire escape and climbed it to the roof of the building. I take out a piece of black cloth from my backpack and tie it around the lower half of my face. I take out my Five-seveN and run across the rooftops looking for the colorful figure again. I hear loud music playing and begin to go investigate it. I reach the rooftop of a fenced mansion and slowly walk to the front to see the colorful figure DJing a party. I hear the figure threatening the teens to dance or else they'll float with the adults in bubbles of their own. I have a clean shot.

I place my backpack down and open a secret compartment in the back. I take out a few metal pieces and begin assembling my air rifle. I take out a tranquilizer dart and load it into the rifle. I begin to aim it right at his neck. I have a clean shot while he is being distracted, DJing the party. I take in a breath and as I am about to pull the trigger a red blur swoops in and stops the party. Damn it I had the shot.

"Sorry, Bubbler, but the party's over," said the girl wearing a red suit with black polka dots wielding a yo-yo. Her voice. That's Marinette's voice. One hero down, one to go.

"Why you gotta be like that?" the colorful figure known as Bubbler questioned.

"You made all the adults disappear, that's why! And now you're imprisoning anyone who isn't having fun." Marinette said. I notice a blonde boy runs into the mansion, then I turn back to the conversation.

"You will not bust up my party!" Bubbler yells, taking out his bubble wand to send two bubbles hurling toward, but she deflects them with her yo-yo. They continue to fight as Bubbler sent more bubbles to try and capture Marinette. As she tried to deflect one of them, the yo-yo bounces back and is about to hit her.

Another blur swoops in and hits the yo-yo into the air. He was clad in a dark grey almost black leather suit with a golden bell around his neck, a belt tail, and two ears atop his golden blonde hair. This must be the same guy that ran into the mansion. I watch as they both the blonde boy and Marinette fight against Bubbler. However, Bubbler creates a swarm of bubbles that surrounds them both and encloses them into one giant bubble. They are then sent up into the atmosphere.

Crap. I continue watching them and looking back at Bubbler as he is trying to get the party started again. I watch as the two heroes pop the bubble and begin to fall through the air. They soon make it to the top of the fence gate. As Marinette was talking to Bubbler, I took this as my chance to fire. I aim for his neck again and without hesitation I pull the trigger. The dart silently shoots out and embeds into his neck releasing the sedative. Bubbler stumbles around before falling to the ground asleep. Marinette and the blonde boy jump down to him. They break his bubble wand, releasing the akuma. Marinette de-evilizes the akuma and she uses her lucky charm, but immediately throws it back into the air to reverse the damage that has been done. Sending the adults back to where they're supposed to be. The colorful figure now turns into a tan skinned boy with black rimmed glasses, a red cap, a pair of headphones around his neck, a blue shirt with an eye on it, some jeans, and red shoes. I turn around begin to head off onto another rooftop, but my ears twitch hearing a male's voice. "M'lady, I think I know where the shot came from. I think someone is on the roof." I begin to sprint off the roof and jump across to another rooftop. I hide behind a wall with smoke pipes on the top. I peered over to the side and see both Marinette and the black clad blonde searching around. They split away and I slowly begin to walk away, but feel something on my ankle.

Ladybug/Marinette's POV

I pull my yo-yo after I wrapped it around the masked figure's ankle. He begins to fall face forward, but curls forward and rolls. He immediately stood up and I release my yo-yo and this time wrap it around his body. I heard footsteps approaching from behind me.

"Looks like you caught him, Bugaboo," Chat Noir says, smirking at me.

"Not right now, Chat Noir. We don't have time to do this," I exclaim.

"Aww come on, my lady. We'd make a great couple." He smiles as I roll my eyes.

I turn towards the figure. "Who are you and why did you help us?" I got no response and his face was still emotionless. I grew a bit irritated and tightened the yo-yo around him. He did not flinch at all. Who is this guy? "I'm not going to say this a third time. Who... Are... You?!"

Chat Noir/Adrien's POV

I've never seen Ladybug this angered and irritated. It's like she was a different person. I turned toward the figure and looked into his eyes, his shining (E/C) eyes. They're very mesmerizing. I place a hand on Ladybug's shoulder, "Ladybug, I think we should let him go. He didn't try to hurt us at all."

"Are you serious, Chat?! We don't know what his intentions are? He could be working for Hawkmoth for all we know." She exclaimed, furrowing her eyebrows and gritting her teeth.

I sigh. Why won't Ladybug just do something I say for once. I turn back to him and watched him drop something to the ground and before long, smoke is clouding my vision. When it cleared, he was gone. I twitch my ears to try and hear any footsteps or sounds he might make, but I heard nothing. He was really good for someone who didn't have a miraculous.

Me and Ladybug debate whether or not to try and find him later on, but the debate quickly ended as our miraculouses were beeping to let us know that we were detransforming. We both nod and swing away. I jump back around toward my room and land inside and detransform. Plagg comes out of my ring and lands on my palm.

"I'm tired, Adrien. Where's my camembert?"

I take out a wedge of camembert and hand it to him. "Here, Plagg. I still can't believe you like this stuff."

He swallows the whole thing. "You will never understand true beauty, kid." He then lays in my palm. I giggle before placing him on a pillow on my bed. I then lay down onto the bed and think about those (E/C) orbs that sparkled in the sun.

(Y/F/N)'s POV

As I jumped onto my balcony, I enter through the balcony door and disassemble my air rifle and place it back in the hidden compartment. I take off the strip of black cloth and place it back into my backpack. I take out my macarons and croissants and leave them in the kitchen. As I get my pajamas to wear after I shower I notice a small, dark brown, hexagonal box with a red chinese art on top. I open it to see a beaded choker and a bright light flies out. A little figure similar to Arathor's physical form comes out except this one had a tail and horns like a dragon.

"Greetings, young man, and good day to you. Fear not, I am Longg, the drag-" I place my finger against Longg's mouth, preventing him from finishing.

"Longg, I already know what you are and I cannot accept you." I pull my finger back.

"Why not? Master Fu has chosen you to be the holder of the dragon miraculous," he exclaimed.

"I can't accept because it would be dangerous to have two miraculouses."

"What do you mean?"

Arathor I need you to come out in your physical form. I don't think he senses your presence.

Alright. Arathor comes out of my chest as a brighter light before materializing into a featureless Kwami with white eyes that had blue flames on the edges, a blue flame on top of his head, and a blue flame coming off of his back.

Longg is wide-eyed and immediately bows. "I'm sorry for not noticing you were here, Lord Arathor. I do not know how long it has been since we've seen each other.

"Millenia, my friend. It's been millennia since we were altogether and please we are friends. There is no such need for titles," Arathor says, hugging his friend.

"As you can see, Longg, I cannot be your holder, since I am already one. I cannot risk taking on more power than I already have."

"It's alright, (Y/F/N). I'm sure Master Fu will understand. We can meet him tomorrow at his home."

"That sounds like a plan. I'm happy you could be reunited with a friend."

"Me too," Longg says, smiling and beginning to chat with Arathor of what he may have missed being gone for so long.

I smile as I watch Arathor's expression through his eyes, but also feeling his emotions in my heart. I then went to shower and got ready for bed to wake up for my first day of school.

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Thank you for reading this chapter. This is a really long first chapter and I'm very sorry. They will not always be this long, but I hope you still enjoyed it. If you have any questions, please comment or pm me. I'd to hear back from you guys. I hope you have a good morning, afternoon, evening, and night.

~BP