A.P.V

After finally putting the last page in order I began melding them back into a case, though this one was much sturdier. As I glued in in the last page I sighed and sat back, exhausted.

"Oh, stop complaining." Plagg huffed, as he crossed his tiny arms. "This is nothing compared to having to wait 300 hundred years to eat cheese."

I rolled my eyes as I carefully picked up the book and placed it in a desk drawer, to hide it from anyone who entered unannounced.

"So, what do we do now?" I asked Plagg. He shrugged and floated across my room.

"What ever we want kid." Plagg remarked, before he started out the window in thought. "I've always wanted to leave dead mice in someone's bed."

I stuck out my tongue in disgust, before peeking under my sheets when Plagg wasn't looking. When I was sure there wasn't anything there I walked to my door, and pulled it open enough for my to peek out.

The hall was eerily quiet as I stepped out and checked the shelf beside my room for my breakfast. Starting today, Natalie would not be aloud to wake me up in the morning as it could make my health "worse". I sighed as I grabbed the tray and went back into my room, closing the door behind me.

"What you got there?" Plagg asked, floating over to me as I sat down. "Is it cheese?"

"No, it's not cheese." I sighed as I removed the lid. Inside was a plate filled with fresh berries and pickled vegetables from our cellar. Plagg gave my meal one look before gagging.

"How can you stand to have to eat such bland food?" Plagg complained. "It's not even slightly smelly!"

"Your the one who's wierd." I defended, as I took a bite of a strawberry. "I'm just eating like a normal person."

Or like a mostly normal person, I thought as I swallowed. My father liked to keep a close eye on what I ate, restricting my meals to a strict diet so I would keep my "model" look.

I secretly hated it. I hated everything I had to do to stay, in my father's words, perfect. Why couldn't I just eat like a regular person? It's not like people weren't looking human after eating three meals a day that included grains, meat, dairy, and veggies. Infact they looked genuinely healthier than I do.

Not that I could tell him that. I'd be grounded for a month and put under even stricter rules and regulations. That was something I couldn't bare. All the pressure of having to live up to expectations would have driven me mad if it wasn't for Nino.

"Hey, are you okay kid?" Plagg asked, looking concerned.

"I'm fine." I replied. "You on the other hand. Are you feeling ok?"

"Yah, why?" He enquired.

"Oh, it's just for a moment there I thought you cared about my well being." I smirked, as Plagg searched for a remark.

"I, uh," He stuttered before quickly picking a food related answer. "I was just worried that I wouldn't be able to get my cheese."

I raised an eyebrow, but put out no comment as I finished my meal, placing my dishes off to the side. Suppressing my hunger, I stood and went to my desk, removing the book from the drawer.

"You gonna read that?" Plagg asked, hovering over my shoulder.

"What else would I do with it?" I questioned, as I flipped open the cover.

"I don't know." Plagg replied. "I'm not a human."

I sighed as I focused on the first page, which seemed to be a history of the miraculous, and all anyone should have to know. I frowned when I got to the end of the first page, before I began to read the second.

The second page seemed to be filled with an oath, written in thick calligraphy, though certain words or letters were bolder or thinner than others, almost as if on purpose.

The third page however, was written in a smooth cursive sprawl, which gave the writing all a more mysterious look. At first it started out as a report on the happenings off the city, basic rumors and gossip. Then it played out into a more secretive tone as the writer mentioned something about a disappearance of a young boy, with the  name Max Kante.

"You wouldn't happen to remember someone named Max would you?" I asked.

He shrugged before returning to eating the sock. I sighed and turned back to my desk, before writing down the name Max on a piece of paper, the first of hopefully many clues.

M.P.V

Before I began reading the book, I had thought that it might be filled with research or notes of the happenings in Aris. I was not expecting the first 10 pages to be filled solely in a girly cursive that spoke only of a guy.

I sighed as I flipped the page and read yet again, another paragraph on which the writer fawned over the boys dreamy emerald eyes and luscious blonde hair.

"Don't worry, Marinette." Tikki remarked. "I'm sure there will be more clues as you get farther in."

"You're probably right." I professed. "I just need to keep reading."

I went to turn the page again when my mom interrupted my train of thought.

"Marinette!" She called up to me. "Alya is here to see you!"

"Ok, Mom." I yelled back. "Send her up!"

Quickly closing the book, I slid it and the blueprints carefully under my pillow, so they wouldn't tear. I was waiting for Alya to push open my trapdoor when I realised I was still wearing my goggles. I tore them off just as Alya entered my room.

"Hey Marinette." She said, as she closed the trap door behind her. When she saw me hiding the goggles behind my back she gave me a curious look.

"What are you hiding?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh it's nothing." I assured her. "Just an unfinished project."

Her eyes lit up at the mention of a project.

"Really?" She beamed. "Can I see?"

"No," I argued. "There not ready yet. Besides you never give me an actual constructive criticism."

"Well that's because you don't need any." She declared. "Now let me see it!"

She jumped forward, lunging towards me. I quickly dodged out of her path, but ended up tripping over my chaise. As I flung my arms out to catch anything to slow my fall. Alya, taking advantage of my clumsiness, grabbed the goggles out of my hand just before I hit the floor.

"Hey!" I exclaimed as I pulled myself off the ground. "That wasn't fair!"

"Yah well, it's not my fault you're so clumsy." She grinned, before admiring the goggles. "Girl, these are awesome! Why haven't I seen the plans for these before?"

"Because I didn't plan on making them." I said, as I snatched them back. "Besides, they're just for show at the moment. I don't have an actual use for them yet."

"To bad." Alya replied, before the fun twinkle in her eyes turned serious. "On another note though, how are you doing Marinette?"

"Fine, why?" I asked as I put the eyewear away in my desk drawer.

"Well after the events of yesterday, I wasn't sure how you would be feeling today." She remarked as she sat on my chaise. "I mean, Lila saw you fall off the city."

"Well Lila is a liar." I scoffed, as I sat in my desk chair.

"So you didn't fall off?" Alya enquired, her face twisting in confusion.

"Well, yah, but that's beside the point." I retorted, crossing my arms.

"Then how did you survive?" Alya questioned. "You can't exactly walk on clouds."

"I uh, grabbed on to a ledge sticking out of the side." I proposed, as divulging the truth could have consequences.

"But Lila said you went through the clouds." She recalled.

"Yah, well it was a long climb up." I lied, cringing at how hypocritical I sounded, as I complained about Lila lying so often. "That's why I didn't arrive till after Lila lied and told everyone I died."

"Oh." Alya sighed. "That makes sense. What doesn't make sense is why you would claim Lila pushed you."

I could feel anger rising in me, as no matter how much I tried to prove just how horrible a person Lila is, everyone just didn't believe me. It was absolutely infuriating, but I couldn't let anger get ahead of me.

"One, because she did." I interjected calmly. "Two, because I'm tired of having to pretend I don't see when she pick pockets or lies her way out of a situation. She just manipulates everyone and no one notices."

"Whatever you say girl." Alya huffed. "I'm just glad your ok."

"Thanks Alya. It means alot." I smiled. Alya gave me a quick hug before she got up.

"As much as I would love to stay," She started. "I need to be on my way. I have babysitting duty tonight."

"Ok." I said. "Thanks for stopping by!"

I waved to Alya before she disappeared down the stairs. Taking a deep breath, before sighing I opened my desk drawer and started to put the goggles on when I noticed Tikki in the corner of my eye. I jumped in surprise.

"Sorry Marinette." Tikki apologized. "I didn't mean to startle you."

"It's ok Tikki." I sighed as I relaxed. "I just wasn't expecting to see you without the goggles."

"You can see me already?" She asked, her eyes growing wide. I nodded.

"Usually it takes a bit longer for a miraculous holder to bond with their jewelry." Tikki pondered. "I guess you are just incredibly suited to the job as guardian."

"Wait hold up." I said, as I walked across the room and retrieved the journal.

"What is it Marinette?" Tikki questioned, as she floated towards me, to peer over my shoulder.

"In one of the pages the writer briefly mentions that they met the boy at the guardian ceremonies." I frowned as I turned a page. "At first I passed it off as some kind of ancient fighting style, but what you said would mean the person who wrote the entry was most likely a past holder."

Tikki looked hopefully as I flipped another page, running my finger down it until I found what I was looking for.

"Aha!" I exclaimed. "It says here that she met him at the guardian ceremonies, as he was going to be gifted your counter part, Plagg."

Tikki smiled at the mention of her old friend. I glanced at her briefly, glad I was able to bring her joy, before I looked back at the book and continued.

"She then states that his eyes were filled with determination today, yadda yadda yadda, then she says her teacher Master Fu was incredibly proud of how far they had come training individually." I read, before I had to flip the page. "The rest of this entry is just about how the boy glanced at her."

"Master fu sounds very familiar." Tikki stated, as she thought for a moment before shaking her head. "I have a feeling whoever he is he holds a clue to why I'm like this."

"He also is probably over 100 years old by now." I sighed as I closed the book. "Don't worry though Tikki. I'm sure we will figure this out."

Question for Readers:
Out of the clues throughout the last few chapters, who would you guess are the writers of the journals?
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