Adrien left before I woke up this morning. They are sending us in two groups. Adrien is in group A and I am in group B.

Each year the game makers create a new landscape for the games. Last year it was a rainforest and the year before a desert. You never know what you're going to come up against which is why training is as intense as it is.

Fu was waiting for me in the living area whilst I showered and got changed into my outfit. For the games I would be wearing my transformation outfit so there was no need to wear anything specific or even do my hair.

"You ready!" Fu approached me as I made my way into the room.

"As ready as I'll ever be." I replied.

Taking a deep breath we made our way to the elevator and up to the roof.  

"When the chime sounds turn and run. Don't go straight for the supplies. Find high ground, and find water. There will be supplies at the cornucopia do not go for them, it's a death trap." I give Fu a nod and make my way to the aeroplane along with 11 other tributes.

As I fastened my seatbelt a lady came over to me and injected a tracker. This way they can keep an eye on where we are situated in the arena.

They like to play with the tributes to make sure the games don't get too boring for the viewer. The trackers help guide people back into the main arena and even push tributes together to get them to fight.

I look at the frightened faces around me and try to keep my composure level.

Do not show your weakness, Marinette. Look strong.

After what seemed like a few hours, the aeroplane started to descend. The landing was gentle and the ramp soon began to lower ready for us to make our way to our rooms.

The akuma's walked us to separately to our holding areas. Once inside the door was securely locked. On a table is a wooden box which holds our kwami. No one is allowed to know who has gotten which kwami. It is to remain a secret until we are revealed at the end of the games, or we have died during.

I slowly walk towards the box. My stomach is churning and I'm glad I didn't eat too much this morning. This little box could be my ticket home, or my ticket to a never ending nightmare.

I reach forward and quickly pull my hand away.

Come on Marinette, you don't have a choice here!

I stretch forward for a second time and hold the lid of the box. With a deep breath I start a countdown.

3 ...
2 ...
1 ...

I open the box and a little red kwami flies out and round my head.

"Everything's okay! Don't be scared!" The kwami floats down and settles in my hands.

"I am Tikki, your kwami. Your Miraculous is the power of creation; the Ladybug."

"L-L-Ladybug?" I splutter out. I didn't think anyone could have the Ladybug Miraculous anymore.

"Your superpower is the lucky charm," Tikki continued in her sweet voice, "but be aware, you can only use it once during the games. You'll have special powers of creation and will be able to heal yourself quite well, though it does take time and rest."

"Ok! ... Tikki, why did you choose me?"

"Your soul is very pure, Marinette. You put everyone's happiness in front of your own, even those who are enemies. You also have only half a soul."

"Half a soul? Where's my other half?" I started at the tiny creature in disbelief. This is not what I was expecting at all. I didn't even think they could talk.

"He'll be out there with you. Just look for the cat Miraculous."

"Do you know who he is Tikki?"

"I cannot tell you his name. I will only speak out bubbles if I try. Now you need to get ready. Place the earrings in your ears and then say 'spots on' when you're ready to transform."

I pick up the earrings and place them in my ears. I look at myself in the mirror. This is it. The beginning of the end.

Use the lucky charm when I really need it, run from the cornucopia and it's supplies, find high ground and search for water. The black cat is the other half of my soul and I should try and find him.

The siren sounds and I need to be in my tube within 1 minute.

"Tikki, spots on."

In a flash of pink I am transferred into a skin tight catsuit. It is a very bold red and is accompanied by big black spots. It has a high neck and a yo-yo attached to my hip. My hair has transformed into two pigtails with red ribbons and I am wearing a mask over my eyes. I look in the mirror and give myself a nod.

Walking over to my tube, I step in and look up.

This is it, all I can do now is fight!