A Spirit can take the form of a human, when gaining enough power. Love between a Spirit and anyone is forbidden, as the Power of Love breeding from a Spirit will create a War.
The moment, I saw him, eyes furious, full body tensed, ready to fight, I couldn't help but shout out his name. "Plagg!" He turned around, his green eyes met mine, his dark violet-blackish hair, messy and a wound across his cheek. His white shirt ripped and his pants were dirty. I ran forwards, towards him."Plagg", I shouted again. My bun was loose and I could see strands of scarlet-red hair, falling in front of my eyes, I could feel his eyes wandering to my bruises, which were all over my arms and legs. My ball gown was ripped and I lost my shoes. The ground was cold, dirty and covered in small pieces of what was left of the building we were in, dancing and meeting important people, listening to speeches, minutes ago. I ran towards him, into his arms. "You're save. You're save.", I repeated. He hugged me tight. "My Lady." "Y-You're save", I repeated once again and now that I found him, was in his arms, the fear sinked in, and in shock I felt the tears running down my cheeks. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.", I cried out. "This is all my fault."
"Tikki.", he put his both hands on my face, so I would be looking into his eyes. In the reflection of his green eyes, I could see mine. Blue-Violet, and dark. "Don't. Don't be like this." His eyes were incredibly sad, his voice was like a silent whisper. I shook my head and freed myself from our hug, pushing his arms away. "It's my fault. If it had not been me, this all wouldn't have happened. If it had no been me, pushing this all so far, you - you wouldn't be hurt. You, you - ", the next moment I knew, he was pulling me towards him. His eyes locked in mine. "If this were my end, I wouldn't want to have it any other way.", with these words, he locked his lips on mine. Tears streaming down his face, as he pulled away slowly, whispering: "I'm sorry."
"Plagg!", I screamed and stood up, panting. I was in a dark room, I didn't feel the presence of his magic, neither was anything different. I was in Marinette's Room. The Holder of me at the moment. "Tikki?", I heard her voice. I felt her hands surrounding my body. "Mari…", started crying. It was the first time I cried around her and I have never before, because I promised not to show any weaknesses in front of her, but in this moment, all these feelings flushed me. "What's wrong?", her voice was soft and worried.
I looked at her. "I'm alright." "I know you're not", she spoke as she pat my head. "I-", I smiled at her. Not even knowing myself, that it would be a true or a fake smile. "I remembered things that have happened in the past." "You remembered another Miraculous Holder?" I shook my head. "No." "Then what did you remember?" Without answering the question, I asked her something. "Have you ever wondered, where we Kwamis come from? Why we have all these Powers?", she looked at me confused, that I ignored her question, something I have never done before, and shook her head. "Then Marinette, do you have time?", I asked and she sat up in her bad and lit up her bed light. Even though it was really late, she still gave me and ear, she still cared about me and my little problems. A warm feeling spread in my belly, as I flew around her and landed in fron of her. "Yea?" she asked me. I smiled.
"Do you want to hear the Story of the Spirit of Creation and the Spirit of Destruction?"