If you were to take a look at the realm you wouldn't have guessed that there was something wrong. The air held an odd sense of calm. Which rarely happened on nights like this.
The second sun had just set and the realm's famous first moon slowly rose to a low point in the sky. Stars were finally coming out from behind their hiding places little by little.
While the wind was gently blowing through the current brightly lit meadow. In which a black cat sat in the middle of. His tail swished this way and that until it stood still.
As the Spirit of Misfortune, he was able to sense upcoming danger no matter how small it could be. His destruction sense was being more active than it ever had since the beginning of his time here. He didn't like it one bit.
To relieve some of the stress he was feeling he lifted one of his paws and started licking it furiously before wiping it down behind his ear to the edge of his nose repeatedly.
He heard the familiarity of hooves making crunching sounds that were inching closer and closer to him. He stopped, his arm hanging in mid-air as he looked over his shoulder to see a brilliant Stag making his way towards him.
"You sensed it too, huh?" He asked without even moving his lips. Lowering his paw and resumed his previous position before his sense went off.
The Stag came to a stop beside the black cat before tucking in his legs to rest beside him. He gave him a nod before proceeding to speak "Yes, I came to see you to confirm my suspicions Misfortune. Seeing you slightly agitated brings an even greater burden on my shoulders for what it is to come." The Spirit of Leadership said, bowing his head slightly as he slipped his eyes closed. Breathing in deeply to relieve the enormous weight that was now placed on him. As the Spirit of Leadership, it automatically makes him in charge of everything that ever was or that it can ever be. For both their realm and the realm of the mundanes.
Luckily, Leadership wasn't alone.
Misfortune was at a loss for words. He rarely saw the Stag under such amounts of stress. The only thing he thought that he could do to assure his Leader was rising into a standing position and rubbing his face at the front of his chest and purred.
If the Stag could smile, he would. Leadership lowered his head even further to nuzzle that blasted Cat. Despite their different races and sizes, they were considered the father-son duo out of all the Guardians.
Leadership gave his gratitude to the small creature under him. He wasn't supposed to have favorites, but he was the ruler and he could do whatever he wanted. One of those was loving the black cat to pieces. More so than the others.
The main reason was they both understood the dark side of reality. Misfortune is the nicest one of them all but he had to bring destruction to balance out his Lady's fortune. There were several times that he had to leave the room because he couldn't bear to see the people suffering from his duties.
While the Stag had to witness and make sure that his fellow guardians' duties follow through. No matter how terrifying or gruesome it could be. After such depressing occasions, he isolated himself for a day or so to recover and then he will resume his role once more like there wasn't anything wrong.
Leadership sighed heavily, hating to cut this moment short but it was necessary. "Come on kitten." He slowly rose to his feet. Motioning the cat should follow him, already walking without a pause. "Let's gather the others."
Misfortune's ears went down at the loss of warmth. His tail tucked safely at his side. Without the warmth, the weight of the situation came quickly back. The faster they solve this problem, the faster he wouldn't have to suffer. He gave a curt nod before he jogged to the Stag's side in order to keep up with him as they had to round the other twelve up.
How funny that one of their own was the reason behind it.
A small white butterfly was fluttering about in his section of the realm. He activated his telepathic abilities and six small mason jars were lifted up into the air. Each of the was surrounded by an eerie dark purple aura which was not supposed to be the color of his magic. When he was born into his role of being a Guardian his magic was a nice blush pink.
He couldn't place it where or when it happened but he felt himself... change. And It was not certainly for the better. He grew tired of following orders. He grew tired of that Leader and his way of doing things. Tired of his ideas being turned down by his so-called fellow guardians. He wanted to be the one in control.
The current status of the fourteen guardians was that they were all equal. Each of them had a say in what happens to the mundanes and had the final word for which they think is best for their Guardianship duty. Of course, with the permission of their leader, the Stag.
He became very power hungry. He wanted to be in charge of them all, to get the final word for everything. He wanted to be the king of this realm with no one saying it was against the rules. He WILL make the rules.
As the Spirit of Change, he believes that there very much needed to be a change in this cursed realm.
There was only one way to do that.
One by one, he opened the mason jars and emptied its contents into the small bubbling cauldron below. Now, unlike the movies and shows you might've seen, he didn't cackle. He didn't have a very villain-y laugh. Ooohhh nnnnooo, my dear friend.
He felt the adrenaline rush pumping throughout his small body. His tiny little heart was pulsating with excitement.
He felt himself becoming more and more corrupted by the black magic spell he was currently using.
He had to hold it off the best he could so he could lure in the six Guardians that have wronged him the most. If he were to embrace the magic fully, he would turn into almost pitch black butterfly.
That was not how his plan was going to go.
The liquid in the cauldron turns from a crystal clear water to the same color of his corrupted aura. It brought a menacing smile to his face as the boiling simmered down to only a few tiny bubbles. This was the first spell that was working perfectly fine. It brought Change an immense sense of joy that after a millennium of putting up of those fools, he is finally getting what he wanted.
A chance of a fresh start.
He felt the presence of both the Stag and Black Cat rapidly coming his way. Danggit! He was lost in the moment that Misfortune and Leadership caught on to the sense of the danger he was causing.
Thankfully, there was one more step before his rebellion will be sent into action.
With a flap of his wings, the Cauldron changed locations. To a location that was only about twenty yards away from their Forest Headquarters. The place he was assuming all of them will meet up.
Every time Misfortune senses something was about to happen they gather up and witness the event unfolding before them in the orb that was as big as an elephant. To make sure everything follows through or, to be present if they needed to intervene or help out.
"Change!" Stag exclaimed, clearly not out of breath, unlike Misfortune that was panting heavily at his side
"Come with us. Something drastic is about to happen. We're gathering the others up as well. Come on!"
"Understood sir." Change replied calmly. Flying next to the Stag's head.
A chill ran through Misfortune that caused him to arch his back and bare his fangs to hiss loudly. The danger was coming and it was coming fast. He dug his claws into the grass and dirt so deep that it left Stag in worry.
"I believe it's best to split up so we could gather everyone quickly." He said quickly, the air around them was heavy with destruction and it was quite noticeable in Misfortune's eyes that the Stag was trembling slightly.
This event was going to be beyond their own control. There's no way of telling how horrible it would be for Earth.
"I'll gather up Fortune, Messenger, Guidance, Peace, and Beauty. You gather up the rest." Misfortune volunteered, sprinting down in the middle of the clearing.
Change could not believe his luck. The exact six he needed was all going to be in the same group far away from all the others. The universe was finally on his side! He took it that this was a sign for him to proceed with his plan!
"I'll go with him as well if you don't mind." Change offered him.
If Leadership hasn't felt so heavy he would've noticed that there was something off in his behavior tonight. He would've caught on the slight excitement in his voice that accidentally slipped out. Within a heartbeat, he gave Change a confirmation and he was zooming in the air to catch up with Misfortune.
He looked at Misfortune running off into the distance one last time before he turned around and sprinted away to get the remaining six.
He might've felt heavy and missed a few pieces of significant details. But there was something in his gut telling him that this would be the last time he saw Misfortune in this form for quite a while.
It took ten minutes tops for Misfortune and Change to round up the Fox, Turtle, Bee, Peacock, and lastly Ladybug. Fortune was perched on Misfortune's forehead due to them waking her up from her slumber. She didn't trust herself to fly and Misfortune suggested he would carry her until she felt like she was ready. While the bee was resting on Fox's forehead due to her wings being worn out hours before all this commotion because she had to deliver messengers between realms. In this case, the realm of the dead and the world of the living.
The turtle was walking at an agonizingly slow pace that Change telepathically picked up the turtle and Peace was going faster than he ever did in his life! Peace retreated to the inside of his shell for safety while the ones that were running on the ground were holding back their laughter to the best of their ability. Small snorts could be heard from those five.
A butterfly that was flying as fast he could with a shell of the turtle closely behind was a sight they never thought they'll see.
It definitely helped in making the situation just a tad lighter for all of them.
In the midst of this chaos, Misfortune did pull aside the Fox, Spirit of Guidance, to talk with for a few short moments. Before they came back to the group and started making a run for the Forest.
Change was definitely ahead of all of them and it was by purpose. He had to steer all of them in the direction of the cauldron. Since he was the one in the air, he was able to look ahead for upcoming obstacles. They have made the mistake of putting that responsibly solely on Change.
"This way!" He shouted below. He steered his wings to the southwest as they approach the first wave of trees. As well lowering himself low enough that he wouldn't lose his captives.
The other five obeyed and made a slight turn to continue to follow him.
Each second they were getting deeper and deeper into the forest. They have taken this route before, therefore they did not think that Change was luring them into a trap.
Change definitely gave himself a pat on the back for putting the cauldron in the line of their destination.
He felt the dark aura of the black spell nearing and he believed that the others have yet to feel its presence.
A thick fog was starting to form and there was an ecstatic flap in his wings. He was now convinced that the universe indeed wanted his plan to succeed.
The final step was within his grasp at long last!
There were shouts from the other guardians claiming they can no longer see a thing. To stay put where they are.
Black was now dominating the white on Change's body, literally showing his true colors. With a flap from his wings, thus can be heard and the shouts stopped mid-sentence.
That final step? Erasing their memories and transporting them where they should never have gone.
Earth.
The remaining six stood in their respective half of the circle while the Stag was pacing nonstop since they have arrived.
It's been too long. Misfortune should've been there with the others a long time ago.
"Quit pacing Leadership! You're giving us more of a reason to worry!" The Coyote, Spirit Of Mischief, spoke up for all of them. The guardians gave each other quick glances, thanking the Coyote for his bravery. Even though that was supposed to be Bear's job.
"I can't help it!" His voice boomed across the clearing. "Something is not right! Something happened to them and I have no idea what it could possibly be!" The stag was never like this. He was supposed to be the one that is always calm and kept his head for goodness sake! He never rose his voice, he was a very peaceful Guardian and heck it was a part of his job! If he was like this, it gave them more of a sense to worry.
Stag's eyes were wide, his heart was squeezing tightly in his chest in pure agony. His stomach was twisted in a million impossible knots. Flashes of the missing seven were going through his head. He had the right to worry! Out of those seven, they carry the four youngest out of all of them! They were technically children despite coming into existence a few hours after Leadership. He always looked and took care of them as if they were his own offspring.
Stag shakes his heads in an attempt to rid of those nasty thoughts. He had to put his last bit of hope that they were, in fact, okay and they were running a bit late. He just had to.
Thunder was sailing across the skies with an almost pitch black purple clouds robbing away the night slowly. The seven looked at the source with a mixture of shock and denial. It was too close to them for their comfort.
They can't handle this situation because no such thing has happened in history. They were stunned and couldn't move a limb.
Cue the famous evil cackle as it pierced the air and they caught something flying out of the smoke. Change took pride in his accomplishment as he flew closer to them and fluttered to a stop. Hovering just a few feet away from his former co-guardians.
"Change!" Leadership spat as if he drank poison and was doing his best to get it out of his mouth ASAP. His voice darkens up to the point they did not recognize him one bit. "What. Did. You. Do?" It was not loud but it did hold power. If Stag were to approach Change millennia ago he would've been scared out of his wits. Now. Now, Change is finally having the upper hand in the situation.
Change laughed menacingly in response. "What did I do? I did what no Guardian has ever done. I'm changing history! Our destiny!"
"You cannot do that! We have to follow through what the Guardians above wanted for us! For the mundanes! We do not hold the power to alter reality!"
"You don't." Lightning slashed the skies behind him as he said his next part. "But I do. I will alter reality and there will be no one stopping me! To ensure that nothing gets in my way," Six bubbles rose in a circle above the smoke and were held just a few feet above Change's head. Each of them held one of the missing six hostages. Gasps were emitted from all of them. No, he wouldn't dare. There will be no way of telling what would happen to them. Stag's heart dropped at the sight, yet took a leap to the middle of his throat. He shuffled backward. This could not be happening. This CAN'T be happening.
"I'm separating all of you. I'm taking the six who've been against me the most with me. To a place where you can't touch them."
Denial tore through all the Guardian's throats as they regained control over their own body and were running towards him.
It's such a shame that their response time was too late.
There was a crackle of dark energy that flew through his body as he sent the orbs one by one into skies. A messy rip that was a few hundred feet long tore through the skies. The first to go was Ladybug. Then the Black Cat, Fox, Bee, Peacock, and lastly the Turtle.
Change was zipping through the skies. To enter the Dimensional Rip he worked so hard to cut for his chance to escape. Once Change entered, it was as if someone sewed up the rip so nice and clean for the sole purpose to make it seem like it was never there at all.
Except, it was there. It made an imprint on their memories. This action was shaping a brand new history that no one was prepared for.
The now seven guardians collapsed to the ground. Wondering how they could not have seen Change's behavioral shift sooner. As well hoping that the lost Six would be able to stay strong until the very end.
About a Century Later….
It was a rather gloomy day due to the last minute of semi-pouring rain during the last period of the day before the students can finally get away from the torture chamber they call school.
The rain went down to a refreshing drizzle. A blunette emerged from the Collège Françoise Dupont. She reached her hand forward to feel how heavy it rained. Her worn out azure eyes slipped closed. Just her luck. Today, of all days she had to walk home and she didn't think to bring an umbrella with her. It was a beautiful clearless sky when she woke up! How fast can the weather betray her while she was attending school?
She let out a quiet exhale through her lips, her shoulders hunched in the process.
A blond guy exited the entrance doors, his mood mimicking the weather itself. He spotted the familiar bluenette that now sat behind him in his first public school class. He studied her for a moment before taking his time to slowly walking up towards her. He gave her a small smile followed by a greeting.
The girl straightened her posture, narrowing her eyes at him before looking away with a loud angry huff. She did not want to speak to him after what he had done to her seat yesterday.
The boy's smile fell from his face, his first few days at school and he already made a person hate him. He opened up his black umbrella and stepped out from the shelter of the school's arch into the rain.
He hesitated. He didn't want to leave things like this. His new friend's echoed in his head and he decided to take it. He will explain the short version of his sad story.
He looked over his shoulder to look at her. She still refused to meet his eyes. "Listen, I was only trying to take the gum off of your seat. I will never do that. To be perfectly honest, I never went to a public school. My only friend until yesterday was Chloe. Please," he begged, he turns around to fully face her once more. His pleading mint green eyes beckon for hers to meet his. She looked up at him and her breath was instantly taken away. His eyes held the most gorgeous green she had ever seen and she couldn't bring herself to look away. She saw how genuine he was being. How kind and caring he was to her despite her treating him rather rudely without hearing him out.
"I'm asking for a second chance if you allow it." He wore a soft smile as he offered his umbrella to her. His ride back home was waiting for at the bottom of the staircase. She seemed to need it more than him. "I'm Adrien. Adrien Agreste."
Reluctantly, she reached out to take his offering. Their fingers brushed for a millisecond but it sent her heart racing. Sparks flew in the atmosphere around them. A roar of thunder could be heard in the distance. "Marinette." She managed to stutter out. "Marinette Dupain-Cheng." She took his umbrella from him and Adrien's hand return to his side.
"Nice to meet y-" The umbrella failed it's the only function as it collapsed on top of Marinette's head. It sent Adrien into a fit of laughter. Marinette lifted the umbrella enough to see him clutching his stomach. She ended up letting a few giggles pass through.
Adrien let out a loud cough to clear up his throat and waved a goodbye to his new friend. The remainder of the laughter was that heart melting smile of his.
"See ya tomorrow Marinette!" He was down the steps without waiting for a reply. Already taking up too much time and he didn't want a lecture about his time management from his dad to ruin his day.
Marinette gave him a big wave of goodbye by raising her arm in the air and made a few swaying motions. She stuttered almost a replica response to him as well.
Marinette straightened out the umbrella before she too stepped out into the rain and started walking home. With the biggest smile on her face since eons ago.
A short Asian man that wore a peculiar red Hawaiian shirt and khakis rose his umbrella to slightly above his head stood at a nearby crosswalk. Even though the both of the adolescent teens couldn't see it, he wore a victorious smile.
"So, it has finally begun."
Hello! Welcome to The Butterfly Effect my name is WWKitty. I've gotten into MLB last summer and I can't stop obsessing over it since. I'm hoping to make my debut and make a contribution to this fandom.
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