Welcome to the third and final part of my first season trilogy for Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir. This story takes place around the time of the Volpina incident. I hope you all enjoy the twists and surprises I have planned. Remember to please read and review. Now on with the chapter.
It is said that history is imbued in the world around us. That the past likes to repeat itself. More importantly, the world remembers every story that ever unfolded and those yet to be told. Similar to the Miraculouses, each one with the same powers, but a different Chosen ones, who would weave the events of the world. Sometimes when a Chosen believed their part was done, it actually would take years or sometimes centuries, until they finally finished their work.
Italy was a beautiful and grand old land that melded the ancient past with modern accomplishments. The picturesque mountains and the valleys hid old roads and aqueducts from ancient times. The twenty different regions had much to offer in climate, entertainment, along with different sports and food. With the surge of immigration and a massive emigration from the start of the 19th century to the 1960s, the country had a large diverse population made up of several different ethnic groups.
The capital city of Rome was a metropolitan city of mass proportions covering one third of its region, Lazio. Within the area itself, there were 39 municipalities that stretched from the Tiber Valley to the numerous mountains ranges covering the north west to the south east. The west bordered the Tyrrhenian Sea with several lakes and some volcanoes in the inland. As hard as it was to believe, the ancient motto, "Conquer and Expand," still was used by the leaders of today.
Even ordinary people lived by that motto. Both locals and tourists hustled through the street admiring the architectures throughout the ages; from the ancient Colosseum to the Fascist designs from the 1940s. The many parks and gardens were occupied with people relaxing while at the Trevi Fountain pennies were being tossed for wishes. You couldn't turn a corner without running into a statue or obelisk from times long gone.
The Roman Catacombs were extensive and ran many miles in all directions away from the city for it was forbidden by ancient Roman law to have anyone buried within the city limits. Conservation of this historical site was very important, seeing as they were carved from tuff, a soft volcanic rock that collapsed easily originally. A mix of cultures and religions had been buried here for centuries.
One of the things Rome was best known for was the many museums and galleries that held city and national treasures. Some of them were known throughout the world such as the, "She-Wolf of Rome" and famous frescos, "Sistine Chapel." Millions came from around the world to view these works of art and be inspired by them. That include one of the eight grade classes from the Ambrit International School. Today the class was touring the Centrale Montemartini for a project for History class.
"Stay together class and be careful around the exhibits. These treasures are irreplaceable," the teacher told her students. All around them were statues of varying sizes and shapes. There were also a few tombs and mosaics. What truly made this place unique was what surrounded all the art pieces, the old machinery from when this building had been a power plant hadn't been removed.
"As you know, this is your final year of middle school and it's important that you focus on what area of interest you wish to pursue once you enter high school. I believe the best way to plan for the future is to understand the history of your culture so you can be inspired to help preserve it with your future jobs." Many in the class nodded in agreement with their teacher.
"Each of you is to find a piece of art that not only inspires you but connects with who you are now. Once you find it, please come tell me so I can make sure each of student has a unique piece. Write a three page essay on the history of the piece and how it helps motivate you in making choices for your future. The report will be due in two weeks. Carry on."
The class dispersed going in several different directions, each of them eager to do good job on their project. One student however wasn't interested in the art pieces. Not in the same way as her classmates. What spoke most to her was how unique and valuable the work here was. That's why she was taking advantage of the field trip, to help her get ready for a "job" her extended family wanted her to do.
Being careful not to be seen, the young teenager made her way from the exhibits, to the administrative area of the museum. Checking the camera angles to be certain that she wouldn't be seen, the student continued along the hallways finally coming upon the offices of the curators, archeologists and historians who worked and studied her. Not one security guard was around to ask why she was over here in the first place.
Glancing at her watch, the student knew she didn't have much time to find what she was looking for without drawing suspicion on her. Counting the doors; she muttered the names of everyone she passed. It was clear she was getting slightly impatient until finally the teen arrived at the office of Dr. Paloma Marmo: Cultural and Historical expert. Pressing an ear to the door, the student heard no one and entered the office.
It was a nice office with tons of books, research material and a few artifacts out for study. Clearing the papers off the desk, the girl quickly searched the drawers and tapped the desk. Going to a filing cabinet, she quickly went through the files searching for information. Nothing and time was running out. If she didn't rejoin her class in the next fifteen minutes, she would be in trouble. This job was too important for her to leave empty handed.
Glancing at the bookcase, she saw one book not pushed in all the way. Scrambling up a ladder, the girl snatched the book off the shelf and thumbed through the pages. In the back of the book was a list of the items she had been looking for. Copying the list, the girl quickly put everything back and made her way back to the main museum exhibits.
The rest of the class had been lining up to leave the building. The teacher was doing a head count and turned to find her missing student. "There you are! Where have you been young lady? The rest of the class has finished picking their art pieces and the bus is waiting for us to board it. Do you have a piece?"
"Of course. I picked the, "Dancing Maenad." It's such a lovely piece. I think Bacchius followers were amazing people. Especially the ones who wore fox skins after drinking so much delicious wine," the girl replied as she joined her teacher and bordered the bus back to school. Oh yes that piece of history inspired her a lot.
Rome was known as the Eternal City, but even its residents had to sleep. However, just like in ancient time's sentries, now known as police and security guards, protected the treasures of this beloved city from those who would plunder them. Yet, no defense was perfect, as a lone figure made their way through the night slinking through the alleyways and occasionally darting across streets. She was up to the challenge of getting past the defenses and take away a huge prize for herself.
The Centrale Montemartini had once been a thermal power plant. In fact, the original vestiges inside the building had been kept to blend with the art to create an Olympian calm in this beautiful dichotomy. While this was aesthetically pleasing, it also left a few gaps in security that well trained thieves took advantage of, including the student who had been in the building earlier that day.
About six blocks from the museum, the female figure opened up a manhole cover and slipped down into the sewers holding their breath. Just like the Roman Catacombs, the sewer system was extensive. Not to mention the stink was strong enough to cause a group of soldiers to have a near death experience. At least the smell had one good use, it meant that anyone walking around down here wouldn't be bothered.
Different sections of the pipes were older than others causing cracks to form in them exposing dirt and in some cases, the beginnings of foundations. Unlike most thieves, who would try entering from different doors, skylights, or even tunneling in from the building next door; she was going to dig her way in from right underneath the building. It was pure genius if the thief did say so herself.
Checking her map of the sewer system with an overlay of the street above, the girl finally located the area right under the museum. The young thief spotted a weak spot in the pipes and used a high power hand drill to widen the spot until it was big enough to fit her. Slipping on some protective goggles and an oxygen mask, she started digging away with a pair of specialized gloves that helped her dig like a fox with twice the speed.
It was hard and dangerous work. She needed to make sure the walls stayed packed and the dirt she was digging out didn't bury her under and suffocate her. The teen couldn't stop to check her maps to make sure she was going the right way for fear of a collapse. Good thing she was confident in herself and didn't have any fear of dying. Not until she had accomplished her goal. This job was the most prestigious one she had received for herself. The payday, not mention the chance to get noticed by the elders in her family, could help her achieve her personal ambition. Nothing, not even the possibility of dying, could make this teen thief give up. At last she hit the foundation of the building.
"Time to employ a girl's best friend," she said to herself. Pulling out a diamond tip drill, she cut her way through until she switched to a laser to cut a small hole in the basement to let herself in. Looking around with her goggles, she noted the different security measures. Heat and pressure sensors, movement activated cameras and she could just make out a two guards patrolling near the Vault, a secured area for holding and studying pieces, not on display. Her target was inside there.
"Well time to show them they can't keep up with clever fox." Jumping up, the teen scrambled on top of some boxes until she stood next to the wall. Reaching up, she snagged a hold on some old pipes and started brachiating until she reached the cameras. Careful to keep out of sight, she used her fingers to slightly adjust the cameras so they didn't catch movement right away. Now she could slip by without worry.
Dropping to the ground and landing in a crouch, it was time for the next phase of the plan. Tricking the sensors. No matter how much insulation she had on her; a little heat would be given off. Pulling a shiny material from her bag, she placed it strategically on her outfit. Not only would it block the heat, but the reflective surface, should reflect the normal temperature and if she was quick enough, avoid setting off the pressure sensors.
With great speed, agility, and timing, she made her way across the basement floor without setting off a single sensor. She saw a laser grid in front of her, designed to activate should she break the beams. There was no way to slip through without setting it off and alerting the guards in their station. Looking around, she took the high road once more using the old machinery to help her get around the trap.
At last she arrived at the guard station near the Vault. It wouldn't be an easy to get in. Knocking out the guards was not an option. They checked in with each other every few minutes while also typing in a random code to report their status. Unable to gain access to the code, she would have to find another way in without drawing their attention.
Slinking past the guards was very easy for this experienced teen thief. The real trouble would be opening the door to the Vault without the guards realizing it. Waiting for the right moment took incredible patience until finally there was a very loud sound coming from outside, a truck passing by, and slipped inside. Pulling out the list she copied earlier, she walked through the Vault searching for a particular series of lot numbers.
It took her ten minutes to locate the three cases with the right lot numbers. Ignoring the first lot, a carefully preserved selection of medieval clothing from Britain, she let out a small grin before yipping softly. One of the two remaining lots contained scrolls, illuminations, and some carefully preserved personal items from royalty. The second lot contained many items including currency, a few weapons, and finally some jewelry. "The items here will not only sell well, but if the Elders and I are right, help us find the item/person we seek." Shoving the two lots in her bag, she took a minute to stamp something on the shelf before leaving.
In her hurry, she didn't realize, that each lot had a security tag on it, and that you needed to punch a code in the security panel, if you wanted to remove the lots from the Vault. The second she exited the Vault, the alarms started going off as the two guards came out of the post. One was carrying a flashlight and held out a baton and the other came out with a gun. "Stay where you are! Put down your bag and hold up your hands."
"Sorry, but this fox doesn't give up her prey." Tossing the bag forward in the air, it latched onto an old chimney. One guard followed its trajectory while the other kept his eyes on her. He took a step closer, his finger reaching for the trigger.
Smirking, she ran forward, her googles filtering out the lights. The goggles tracked the gun's movements and alerted her when the gun went off as she slid on the ground and kicked her right leg out, the reinforced boots slamming into the gun owner's knee nearly shattering it. The guard's leg started to buckle as she swept her left leg across the floor knocking the guard down to the floor.
Jumping on top of the man, she snatched his walk talkie from the side of his belt hitting the back of his head with it, leaving a goose egg on his head. She rolled off him just as the second guard came after her. Whipping out a dagger from her belt, she blocked the baton. The guard applied more pressure, trying to keep her from getting up from the ground. The thief knew the man was stronger than her and even if she threw her weight forward he wouldn't budge.
Using her strength for another purpose, she slid the dagger across the baton, the blade cutting through the finger tips, leaving a bloody trail. In pain and with the blood soaked baton, the guard lost his grip on the item and it dropped to the floor. Snatching up the baton, she hurled it at the nearest light, perfectly smashing the bulb as it went dark around them. The guard went for his flashlight, he holstered earlier only to find it wasn't there.
"Looking for something?" a voice whispered next to his left ear. He was spun around and the bright light blinded him. A few seconds later he was screaming in pain as he was pepper sprayed directly in the face. The teen dug her gloves into the guard's uniform and into the Kevlar vest. Raking the clawed ends she left deep scratches in the vest and a bit in the skin.
Tossing him away, she headed for her loot and escape route when she heard the faint click of a digital camera going off. The first guard had recovered slightly to get a picture of her. Hearing the authorities and security coming, she ignored the camera and grabbed her bag. Reaching the tunnel she dove in face first and collapsing it behind her. Checking to make sure she had her loot, she fled as fast as she could, a grin still on her face.
The Centrale Montemartini was swarming with both Polizia di Stato and regular police cars and detectives who were investigating the crime. The injured guards had been transported to a nearby hospital for treatment and would later be questioned to report what happened. Security was assisting the police with finding evidence the security system might have caught. The museum curator and several employees had been called in to help with the inventory of the areas.
About an hour later, the head of the investigation, Sergeant Enzo Polis had everyone report in. "What do we have for evidence so far? Was security any help?"
"There were no security breaches in the upstairs area. The offices were also not disturbed. Security was compromised in the basement. The cameras were lagging, but no one noticed that at the time. Also, none of the other security measures were tripped. If it wasn't for the injured guards and a record of someone accessing the Vault, then we wouldn't know that anything was amiss."
"We're still trying to figure out how the thief got in and who they were. Hopefully the guards got a good look or that the digital camera the one carried took an accurate picture."
The Sergeant was about to ask for more details when he spotted the curator and one of the employees came over. The curator looked angry and desperate, while the female worker, Dr. Paloma Marmo herself, appeared very pale and anxious. It was obvious that both of them were upset and worried.
"Sergeant Polis, we have discovered what the thief took from the vaults. Two lots containing delicate and rare items from a loaned exhibit. If we don't get those items back quickly, not only will we lose irreplaceable pieces of history, but we also have an international issue with another country, one that could tarnish our reputation forever," the curator stated.
"Please, you have to try to keep this investigation quiet as long as possible. If people found out about it, the thief might just destroy the artifacts to prevent from being caught selling them," Dr. Paloma pleaded. The police promised to try, but it wouldn't be easy keeping this quiet.
Meanwhile the thief, had finally exited the sewers in the high end neighborhood of Aventino, which was miles from the museum. No one in their right minds would come looking here for a thief. This place was the only quiet area in the historic centre filled with beautiful and prestigious Roman churches from medieval times, ensuring that it was a safe and well blessed neighborhood. The views and apartments here were pricey, but it was a simple walk to the Metro. One of the best-selling points was the diverse expat community. While there was no real nightlife or restaurants, it made sneaking back home much easier.
After taking a short cut through the Rome Rose Garden, careful to avoid stepping on any plants or trip over a tombstone, the thief hopped on the roof of a passing car. A little while later she jumped off the car roof rolling onto the sidewalk, careful to not start rolling down the hill. Finally she had arrived at her family's private residence, a huge sprawling estate, a blending of historical and modern architecture. On the right side of the house, she climbed up the tree near the home and reentered her bedroom. Tossing the bag on her bed, the girl started to strip down. She needed a good soaking after that heist.
The lights turned on and a harsh yet feminine sounding voice said, "Lila Rossi, do you know what time it is? It's one thirty in the morning. I thought we agreed you wouldn't be going on any more jobs on a school night, especially a place that you were just at this morning!"
The now revealed Lila, rolled her eyes at the comment. Turning to face her mother, Olivia, who looked like an older version of her, except for her brown eyes and short hair, before smiling and stretching her body out. "That's rich coming from you Mom. I know for a fact that you once did a job on a school night, stealing some art pieces from a gallery right before it opened.. Besides, it was a job from the elders. I couldn't refuse them."
It took a lot of restraint not to snap that the job could have waited a few days. Olivia glared at her daughter before telling her to put on something decent. She would not be strutting around the home naked after a heist. "I'm not going to clean your uniform tonight Lila, not after last time when you got cement dust all over it and nearly ruined my one of a kind wool sweater. Do you know how expensive it was to get the finest wool from Russia?" Leaving her daughter's room she called over her shoulder, "Once you're done with that meet us in the treasure room. We have much to discuss about tonight's heist, with your father."
The teenager mimicked her mother's words. Ugh, count on mom to take the fun out of the night. Throwing her uniform into a hamper to wash later, she took the time to clean her dagger and put her tools in their cases. Putting on her best Chanel dress and wearing her prized Bulgari sapphire earrings, she picked her bag of loot up and brought it into the treasure room was amazing; containing treasures from all over the world. Many antique heirlooms were placed in high security cases with special lighting in order to not damage it. The paintings were visible now, but each frame contained a door that would lock the paintings away until a special key was used to open it again. Two high-book cases had been carved into the walls around the doors held sealed scrolls, maps, and books. Two hidden vaults contained priceless treasures. The only furniture in the room was a beautiful marble topped table and a huge redwood desk.
Her father, Vino, was talking on the phone with someone while his wife sat at the table. In front of her was the ledger she used to keep track of the family's illegal activities. Sliding into her customary seat, Lila set her spoils on the table top, making sure the lights displayed the stolen items in a manner that showed the quality of the items. Lila waited patiently for her father to get off the phone, she couldn't wait to tell him how her heist went.
"Yes, I understand. No, we're not doing anything tonight that would draw attention to ourselves. Of course, I'll expect your call in the morning," Vino told the person on the other end of the line before disconnecting the call. Brushing his hand through his thick black hair, he straightened his Armani suit before sitting down. "You've been busy tonight haven't you my little kit?"
"No big deal Dad, as you can see I was successful in my heist. Not only was I able to get past security, which was a joke, I even got away with the loot with no one finding me. It was an easy job with no complications." She preened at her success waiting to hear praises for a job well done. That's not what happened.
"Lila, don't lie to us. Remember, we were the ones who taught you how to make a lie stick and not sound false," Olivia snapped at her daughter. Ignoring her daughter's pouting expression, she continued her lecture. "Your little stunt tonight could have cost us a great deal of trouble because of your impatience."
Lila opened her mouth to argue, but her father silenced her with a look. "You did an excellent job my little kit. You did everything right from casing the museum and obtaining the information we needed. Getting past security in a highly patrolled museum was magnificent. So why did it go all wrong when you tried to leave?"
"It wasn't my fault. The Vault must have had a timer and I overstayed my welcome. I didn't panic though when the security guards appeared, one with a gun to my chest I might add," she yipped at her parents, her mother looking like she swallowed something sour. Her dad was trying not to show his exasperation. "You should have seen me, I was in my element as I took down the two guards. I escaped before anyone could see me. The Elders will be delighted."
Vino asked his daughter if he was sure of that because according to the police scanner, the cops might have a picture of her on a digital camera. His daughter assured him that once again no one would figure out it was her. It wasn't like the police would figure out a student from a field trip had masterminded the whole scheme. After all, it was like her interest in the, "Dancing Maenad", would link the theft to her family just because of her comment on the fox skins.
"LILA! Being cocky and arrogant like this cost you a perfect heist. We'll be lucky if we can sell part of the collection to our client." Gesturing to the cases, he reminded her that while she was an excellent thief; her exploits could have damaged the lots. Lots that contained items the family had been after for a long time now.
"We will be talking about this more tomorrow kit. Now get to bed, you need to be ready for school tomorrow." Angrily, Lila stomped off to bed as her parents looked at one another. They loved their daughter very much and were very proud of her talents, but if she didn't learn to accept criticism and admit her mistakes, then one day it would catch up with her.
The next morning, Lila came down the stairs in her custom designed outfit she ordered from a fashion house in Milan. Her makeup was flawless while her body shone with perfection. She even smelled nice. No one would suspect that she had been running in the sewers during the late night hours.
"Good morning! Who knew pulling a successful job could be a replacement for my beauty sleep. Don't worry, I finished my homework." Lila told her parents, which was a lie. She hadn't done anything for school, knowing she could just get out of it with her silver tongue. "I'll grab something along the way. Hope you have a good day at work!"
Olivia started to speak up, but her daughter ignored her. She would have to wait until her daughter came home later. A typical school day for students in the lower secondary school was from 8:15 to 1:15 Monday through Saturday. Lower Secondary school was more expensive because the State added an enrollment tax and had to provide their kids with most of their supplies and textbooks. Also schools didn't offer any lunch so students had to bring it or eat at nearby pizzerias. Luckily they lived in a distract that provide local kids transport to the school.
At school, Lila strode into the main campus as if she was the queen of the school, which she was. As one of the wealthiest students and her ability to lie without being detected, made her very popular. Even teachers fell under her spell making it easy for her to get top grades, without having to do too much of the work.
One of her posse handed her a cappuccino and a fruit tart, which she started to eat, enjoying the fresh taste. Settling into the most comfortable desk in the classroom, she pulled out her blank homework a lie already on her lips. When the teacher came in to start Geometry class. "Good morning students. It's nice to see you today. Please pass your homework to the front of the class."
The students complied as Lila handed in her blank homework. As the teacher thumbed through it she frowned at Lila's lack of work. "Ms. Rossi, I assume you have a reason for not doing your work last night?"
"What do you mean I didn't do my homework? I spent an hour double checking my answers. May I see my homework please?" The teacher frowned, but handed her back the homework. Lila pretend to look at it and gasped. "What happened to all my answers? I must have grabbed my second copy of the homework by mistake." Digging into her backpack, she pulled out the cheat sheet homework she had done a few nights before.
"Here it is, my homework. Sorry for the inconvenience. It won't happen again."
"Make sure it doesn't Ms. Rossi. Finals will be soon and it would be embarrassing if you failed them all." The class laughed, knowing that nothing fazed Lila. Leaning back in her desk the thieving girl listened carefully to the lecture knowing that she could use what she learned in this class would help her with future jobs.
With her menagerie of friends, it didn't take long for her to find out if there were any rumors going on about last night's heist. It hadn't been mentioned in the morning paper nor on any local news websites. A "friend" of hers uncle worked at the local news station.
"So nothing special being broadcasted tonight?"
"Just the normal stuff, maybe a guest star tonight, but probably won't happen. Sorry, nothing exciting. I know how you love the special pieces segment."
"It can't be helped, oh maybe tomorrow will be better."
Coming home from school that afternoon, she was surprised to see both her parents' home. Usually they worked late at their "legal" jobs. Her father was in charge of one the automobile factories making sure it met quota. Besides that he was second top designer for custom made luxury cars and exporting them to buyers all over the world. It made good money.
Her mother on the other hand, was a top employee in a growing tourist traveling agency. She handled the books, took care of travel arrangements and so much more. With these jobs, along with their side money and family fortune, the Rossie's lived a very comfortable life style. So why did her parents look so worried?
"Kit, you need to sit down. We have something very important to discuss with you." Hiding her nervousness, the teen sat down. Taking a deep breath, Vino placed his hands over his daughter's looking straight into her eyes before speaking. "Your actions last night caught the attention of rest of the family, especially your grandparents. They like us to come visit for a family reunion. You'll need to bring the lots you stole with you."
Lila got excited upon hearing that. She had hoped her latest job had finally garnered her the attention of the Elders in the family. This was her first step into gaining the power she craved. Still, something was a bit off about this. "Do you mean just our family will be having a reunion with them or will it be our extend relatives as well?" Her father nodded at the later which meant this was serious matter. Why would the Elders be bringing everyone together in one place, over her heist? "So when do we leave? I don't want to leave Rome for too long."
Olivia sighed gently. She didn't look very happy. "We're not coming back. Your grandparents insisted that we move closer to them. Arrangements have already been made to ensure seamless move to another country." She turned to her husband and told him point blank this was his mother's revenge for him agreeing to live in Italy to be closer to her family. "You were always her favorite child and now we have to move back to Paris, France!"
"Paris? You can't be serious! I don't care if it's the most romantic city in the world and the twin city to Rome. Italy is superior to France in every way. Our history began way before they came around," Lila groaned. Going to Paris as a thief was a cliché. Grumbling she stormed off to her room to sulk.
Upon entering her room she flopped on the bed and screamed into her pillow. This was so frustrating. It wasn't that she hated Paris. She had visited the city a few times when she was little. In fact France and Italy had one of the best country relationships in the world. The problem was that a lot of her family resided in Paris full time. The whole point of living in Rome, was that she and her parents had exclusive rights to the city and the Vatican's treasures, without any competition. They got a bigger cut of the illegal sales and didn't have to pay as much tribute to the entire family.
"My beloved Italy, a true Mediterranean wonder. When will I walk through the ancient streets here? I wanted to be noticed, not lumped together with the others. How am I supposed to move up the chain if I'm surrounded by other Kits?" Rolling over on her back the manipulative teen starting plotting how to make this move work for her.
In Paris, Master Fu was enjoying a documentary in his residences that connected with his healing area via a door. The program was about how many counties in Europe, legends, folklore, and myths had been inspired by real people. The old man chuckled as the narrator explained one legend spoke of how in England, the "Ballads of Reynardine" and the stories of "Reynard the Fox" were very closely related.
"Both stories are about deal with human foxes. While the Reynardine is consider a werefox who enjoyed tricking beautiful woman to come to his castle to live out their days, Reynard is consider a anamorphic fox that takes advantage of other animals like himself, his favorite victim being his uncle, the wolf Isengrim.
Tales of Reynard were first told in the middle ages by the people of Lorraine to France and eventually the lower countries and Germany. There is evidence that these stories were taken to England by sailors and folks traveling to England. Yet the stories were not transformed into the Ballads until the Victorian period. The ability to change from an outlaw into a well-spoken fox like man, appears to be a warning to woman of the time of not being charmed by men who had no honor and would destroy their virtue, especially French, who were considered to be not trust worthy because of strained political ties.
As history has shown time and time again it becomes clear that the relationship between stories and real life issues combine together to create distinct belief about foreigners and what to expect from them because their typical nature was a danger to the way of life."
Master Fu turned off the TV looking at his companion. The turtle Kwamii Wayzz looked up and smiled. "If humanity knew half the stories they know were inspired by Miraculous users I'm sure they would see history differently."
"Agreed my old friend. Why don't we go for a walk together? I feel like stretching these old bones." As they turned to leave both of them felt a huge spike of positive energy coming from the adjacent room.
Entering the work area of the apartment, both the Guardian and the Kwami jaws dropped as the Miraculous Box sitting on the shelf, fully exposed, the lid blown open by the orange energy from the Fox Miraculous as it hovered just above its resting spot. The necklace twisted about in an agitated manner before it fell back into its spot. The energy stopped and the lid closed down on the box.
Master Fu hurried and opened the box checking on the Miraculous. He touched it only to draw back from the heat coming off it. "Nothing like this has happened before in my lifetime. Do you know what happened Wayzz? Is your "sister" waking up?"
"No, I sense she still slumbers for now though her dreams are greatly agitated. The Miraculous is reacting to something, warning us of a great danger we may face soon. We need to start preparing for that danger, even start looking for a Chosen for my sister. I fear we may need her help soon," Wayzz informed the Guardian in an ominous tone.