Arms wrapped around the little girl tightly and the person dove for the cement ground.

Together, they somersaulted like tangled tumbleweeds and Marinette could hear the faintest honk of a car whooshing by on screeching rubber wheels.

Marinette screamed the whole way to the other side of the road, even if the firm arms around her assured that her safety was sealed. Small debris poked and punctured her skin, but it was her savior that received most of the damage. Marinette clung onto the woman like her life depended on it, and prayed that they would soon-

Stop...

...

...They stopped.

Shaking with fear, the small girl opened her eyes and lifted her head slightly to see that her box of macaroons were crushed to the maximum and all the treats that were inside as well. She sagged in disappointment, but her attention then immediately snapped over to the tall woman that laid beside her when she heard a moan.

The little girl tossed the useless box to the side, not caring about her mission anymore, and crawled over to the injured woman on the peachy sidewalk. Nearby Parisians quickly huddled around, murmuring to each other like chattering starlings. Some even had their phones out, preparing to call for help, but a frail hand reached out into the air to stop them from doing so.

"I'm okay," she rasped. "Please...please, just don't call anyone..."

The citizens glanced at each other in worry, but reluctantly obeyed the young woman. Marinette furrowed her brows. How could one person have so much power over the others? Was she famous?

Golden locks of loose hair cascaded down the lady's shoulders as she sat up, and her pretty face turned slowly to Marinette. She smiled in relief to see that no major damage has been done and she grazed the girl's cheek with a thin-framed hand.

"Thank goodness you're okay," she said softly. The people around them remained silent as the woman pulled Marinette into a soothing hug.

An angel. That was what she was. No wonder everyone listened to her.

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"Okay, you're all set." The woman ran a hand over her forehead to wipe off any sweat and sat back on the bench in satisfaction. "Thankfully you just got a few scratches. There's nothing to worry about, they'll heal up in a few days."

Marinette then glanced at the woman's wrist, in which she saw her touching constantly. It burned a furious red and she saw the woman's body tense up every time it moved.

Before the little girl could address the problem, the young lady spoke first.

"So, what's a little poppet like you doing out here in the wild all by yourself?"

Marinette breathed in slowly with her chest filling up with air. Her gaze remained blank. "Macaroons."

The woman paused, confusion glinting in her expression. "Pardon...?"

"I'm here because I had to deliver macaroons," she explained. "To a woman named Mrs. Etserga."

"Etserga..." the lady murmured. "Oh! That would be me!" Marinette blinked in surprise. The woman who saved her was the woman she had to give the macaroons to?!

"But, don't call me that," Mrs. Etserga said quickly. "That's not my real name." Her eyes shimmered mischievously. "That's just what I use so that people won't know my identity when I walk around."

Marinette blinked in utter shock, but the woman's wide grin soon melted that all away.

"My real name is Mrs. Agreste."

(Author's Note)
If you're wondering how Mrs. Agreste came up with a name like Etserga, just spell either one backwards and that'll be your answer.
Thanks for reading, everyone!!!
Au revoir!