Have you ever heard of magic? Being able to create with nothing, make beautiful things with them, make people happy, enlighten them with the wonders. At least, that's how Marinette saw it as she bore it. It was born in her vains, it warmed her soul. It made her smile like the world could do no wrong.
Others however feared it, despited her ability to use magic, it scared them. How can someone else have more power then them? It was preposterous. They didn't chase her out, no, they kept her in the dungeon, held her prisoner, not able to see her family or friends. Only to sit there for days.
But then one day, a black cat wondered its way to the dungeon, meowing at her. "Oh... Hello kitty." Marinette greeted the charcoal colored cat. Little feet made their way over to her lap, curling up, purring. Blue hues stared at them and smiled warmly, petting it. "Such a good kitty, but why are you here?" Her voice questioned the feline, his eyes opened up, revealing green opticals.
Standing on his hind legs, front legs pressed against her chest as he reached up and licked her nose. Mari stared at him and gave a giggle at this, hugging the cat to her, cressing behind black ears. It wasn't long before the cat had jumped out of her arms, and meowed at her, as if saying see you later. She waved at it before being left alone once again.
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Running along the stone path way, around the people's feet, making way to the room that sat above the dungeon. Squeezing his small body in the cracked doorway, jumping on the bed, glancing around making sure no one was around.
Poof.
The black cat was no longer a cat, it was a boy about the same age as the little magic girl Marinette. His head was adorned by golden locks in a messy fashion. Green orbs looked out his window, staring down at the people walking around, going about their day. The boy gave a sudden blush, falling back on his bed. Hands covered the red face child. He can't believe he did that! Oh dear! How could he do that!
The boy rolled about on his bed, blushing furiously, it felt like his head was going to pop off from embarrassment. Sitting up, slowly calming down from his spasm, the smile slowly turned sad. That poor girl... Locked down there all alone. He'd be down there if his father didn't force him to keep it a secret.
See, everyone knows about the magic girl, or the witch, Marinette. But no one knows about the boy who can take a black cats form. Everyone feared her magic, but Adrian found her alluring to go to, she was different just like him. A friend he could hopefully have! Finally! With that thought, Adrian jumped off the bed and ran to find his father. Maybe, just maybe he can convince his dad to at least let her be with him. So she wasn't alone... so he wasn't alone.
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No, no, no and no. The blond boy flinched at his fathers out burst, staring at the ground, "But father-"
"I said no!" He growled at the boy. "If that witch is with you do you know how they will tarnish our name??" This boy new nothing of what it would do, he absolutely forbid it.
The child spoke up again, looking at him with pleading eyes. "Please father! We can't just leave her down there! She's like me! Different!" The child pointed out, wringing his hands together hoping it wowould change something in his answer.
Gabriel stared at the child for a moment, thinking, and debating on the idea. But with a shake of his head, "No-"
"Father, ple-"
"Not yet," He said, cutting off the boy, who was very confused now. "We will tell the people we killed the witch and have her change her appearance, and she will be your helper." Gabriel finished.
Adrian beamed at this, not exactly liking that idea but it was the best he could get. "Oh thank you father!" The child laughed and ran off, back to his room, sitting on the bed, wondering when it was he was going to say it. When would they finally take the girl out of the dungeon and when was he finally going to have a friend that was different just like he was.
The cat shifter stared at the chalk board sky with white dots placed about randomly, some made pictures. Lids started to drop with sleep, hardly trying to fight off sleep. He begain to dream, dream about having a friend, a companion, someone like him. Finally.
