I watched in hatred as they cuffed my wrists with metal chains. The smell of iron and blood reeked strongly around me as I watch my troops fall back in defeat. Dead bodies surrounded the battle field and I mourned quietly for our loss against the Agreste's army of bloodthirsty, human-like moths.

My Miraculous, Ladybug, no longer hid my true identity and I was back to being Princess Marinette Dupain-Cheng, daughter of the King and Queen. The black hooded guards yelled to each other as they tightened the restraints on my arms and legs, pulling me towards a wooden cart.

A prisoner's cart.

I grimaced, reluctantly walking towards the rotten pile of oak wood standing on wheels. One of the guards picked me up and threw me inside. I felt splinters prick my skin instantly as I held back a cry of pain. I had to be strong. I lifted myself off the prickly surface and sat up.

Looking over my shoulder I could see my troops gazing at me with sorrow and fear in their eyes. They fear for me and for my future. But they're the ones that I fear for the most. My best friend, Rena Rogue, or Alya, was visible among the people. Her Miraculous still in tact but parts of her suit were stained with dirt which turned her orange jumpsuit brown. She gave me small smile, tears formed in her eyes as she watched me being pulled away in the small wagon.

I couldn't wave to them nor could I say anything at all. I simply gave them a sad smile and hoped they would be able survive without me. I kept staring at my people until they were no more than a group of blurs standing in the horizon.

Forcing myself to look away, I turned to face forward where the dark hooded guards trudged on. One of them was riding a horse which pulled the old, wooden wagon I sat cross legged in. My gaze was still glued ahead and I was finally able to see a kingdom.

'So this is it? Isn't it?'

Standing in front of me was the Agreste kingdom. It was surrounded by a tall wall covered in green vines and each pillar flanking it had a flag which held a symbol of the Moth.

Hawmoth, obviously, that it stood for. King Gabriel Agreste. The tyrant and murderer of thousands.

As the dark troops continued forward, I was now seconds away from my imprisonment and doom. The gates of the wall opened widely as if it welcomed me, with spikes and thorns, to a new realm of darkness and suffering.

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