Authors NOTE:
Thanks for taking the time to read some of this. I have been a fan of Miraculous Ladybug for a while and thought about writing fanfictions about it. I got this idea from a MidnightStarlightWrites story "Smoulder" and I just could not resist making a plot for it. I hope you guys enjoy. I hope to be doing a bunch of similar stories, but in different time periods. Thanks!
Prologue:
Year: 1934
The darkness of the corridor seemed to spread on for ages as she walked down it. She didn't know where she was even though she had been there many times before. The dripping of water and the sound of her footsteps was the only thing she heard as she walked toward the end of the tunnel. The light that shined onto her as she exited the tunnel blinded her for a few seconds. The sound of planes above her and gunfire in the distance suddenly hit her ears. She didn't know what was going on. It wasn't like this in the real world. She knew there had been a huge world wide war several years before she was born, but she had never witnessed any of it. She had only heard stories from her father who had fought in it. She heard a whistling coming from above her and her eyes shot up to the sky. There was a sudden explosion and everything went dark.
A young girl woke up terrified and let out a shrill squeal of fear waking her mother from sleep. She lived in a two room apartment in the middle of Paris. Her entire family which consisted of her mother, father, and brother Klaus slept in the same room, and, although her home was small, especially with four people living in it, she liked it. It's walls had been painted a lovely pastel purple and the hardwood floors were a mahogany color. The home came with a comfort that could not be found in the biggest of mansion. She should know, she used to live in one. Her father had lost much of his fortune after the war ,but luckily had enough to provide some small shelter for his family.
Her mother came over to comfort her. She had had these kind of nightmares before and her mother had always believed it was because of the stories her father had told her. Her mother spoke to her in a very calm voice, " Catherine did you have the same dream again?" Catherine answered with a scared nod and pulled the blanket she had up to her face. The kinds of dreams were a lot for a ten year old girl to handle. She had tried to keep them a secret form her parents but her mother had found out one night after she woke up to her daughters crying. Her mother had promised not to tell her husband about the dreams as she didn't want him to think that it was his fault their daughter was having them, but she had had enough of them, they were scaring her daughter and it was time for her to do something about them and tell her a story from her side of the war.
"Catherine, I want to tell you a story about what happened to me in the war." The mother got under the blankets with her daughter and held her in a gentle hug. Catherine looked up at her mother with eager but nervous eyes, hoping it wouldn't give her bad dreams. "During the war, I was about fifteen when this happened, I lived in a small village just outside of Paris. One night, the German soldiers raided our town. I tried to run away, but one of the soldiers blocked me from running, but this kind old man helped me get away. Somehow, he got us both away from the town. I stayed with him until the end of the war and before I left him he gave me this." Her mother walked over to a small chest which she had never seen opened before and pulled out a small box about the size of her mother hand. On it were some weird inscriptions which neither Catherine nor her mother could read. Her mother walked back to her with the box and sat back down. Her mother opened the box and inside were a pair of earrings they were red with five small black dots on them. Catherine's mother spoke up again " the man who saved me said they were magic, and were some kind of lucky charm. I never wore them and never will, but one day you will get them and I want you to wear them so if they are good luck, you can have some of that luck." She said, finishing off by poking Catherine's nose and returning the box to where it came from. Her mothers story had made her sleepy, so Catherine laid back down and was swept off into a sleep which was neither peaceful
