At first, Marinette was unsure as to how to react to the strange Ladybug creature currently flying in the center of her room. However, she figured screaming at it was probably the best course of action. After all what else were you supposed to do if you came home to find a floating- bug, rat, bugrat, in the middle of your bedroom? Really any sane person would've screamed and tried to kill or trap the creature. Of course, she didn't actually attempt murder, that would've been mean and also meant she would have to approach the bugrat, so no thanks. She looked at the strange creature. Okay, seriously what was going on here? It wasn't every day you came home to find a strange bug creature floating in your room, in fact, she was almost certain that it had happened to exactly zero people before her.
The bugrat smiled at her, therefore prompting louder screaming. It cringed and floated closer towards her causing her to pick up a sewing needle as a makeshift weapon. Sure she wasn't very good at fighting, let alone with a sewing needle, but in her defense, they were sharp and could probably poke the bug rat's eye out. That would teach it for entering her room. She was Marinette Dupain Cheng, she wouldn't be frightened of a bugrat, she thought determinedly to herself as she continued to cower in a corner with the needle held out in front of her like a sword.
"Oh sorry, I didn't think this form would scare you so much," a high squeaky voice exclaimed. Had that come from where she thought it had, she wondered as she stared at the bugrat. Could bugrats talk, was this some kind of rare genetic mutation she was unaware of. Could all bugrat's talk? No, she had to be dreaming right. She figured that she must've fallen asleep at her desk again while sketching, her sleep schedule was strange it made sense. She was probably just in a strangely vivid dream about talking bugrats'. Wow, she had a creative imagination, she thought.
There was a flash of pink light and suddenly a girl with long red pigtails stood in the bugrat's place. Okay, this had to be a dream she thought. There is no such thing as floating bugrats which turn into human girls. The now human bugrat actually made for quite a pretty girl. She wore a ruffled red dress with cute little red mary jane's too match. To keep up with the weird ladybug thing she'd had going as the bugrat she had black tights on along with black gloves. Now that she was looking at what was, in fact, a human girl she noticed the bright blue eyes she'd had as the bugrat. Okay, she was beginning to doubt the dream theory given how vivid it was as well as the fact she kept questioning whether it was a dream or not.
"My name is Tikki," she greeted as she held out her gloved hand with a bright smile on her face. At least she could stop calling the girl bugrat Marinette thought as she shook her hand. It was certainly a strange experience shaking the hand of a girl who had previously been a flying bugrat. She had half a mind to begin screaming again. It was the kind of thing that came directly out of a dream rather than real life, yet here it was. Probably happening. Right in front of her. The bugrat Tikki, looked slightly concerned for her as Marinette gazed at the bug, rat, girl open-mouthed in a state somewhere between confusion and shock.
"I'm Marinette," she replied nervously. Why was she talking to a dream she wondered as she stared at Tikki. There was something about Tikki that made her seem to have a slight pink glow to her under the sunlight. As well as the pink hue that surrounded the girl she somehow gave off a vibe of kindness and calmness despite the situation not exactly being one that encouraged calmness.
"I already know that silly," Tikki giggled. Okay, she had to be dreaming right? There was absolutely no way in hell that floating bug lady had known her name before she told her herself. It was impossible, more impossible than the floating bugrat mysteriously turning into a human girl. Okay, so the day-no dream was full of impossible situations.
"How," Marinette just barely managed to utter. This was insane, completely and utterly insane. Okay, two possible explanations to the situation- no three. Either she was dreaming, had gone insane or this was some kind of strange elaborate prank organized by her parents or Alya… most likely Alya. Yet, why would Alya go to the trouble of hiring a strange red-haired girl who glowed pink to pretend to be a bugrat as she broke into her room? Okay, even hearing that thought in her own head she knew that it sounded crazy. Alright, so not a prank then. It couldn't be a dream because she'd questioned whether it was a dream or not enough times to determine it wasn't one. Perhaps she'd gone insane she wondered, that would explain the magical girl apparition before her. Yet if that had happened wouldn't she know, also she wasn't exactly sure if she had the imagination to create this sort of crazy scenario.
"Do you want the short or long version," Tikki asked. Short or long version, of what? Alternate scenario, Tikki herself was insane. So she'd scaled the wall to her balcony and decided to make up some sort of elaborate story to trick her into going along with some government conspiracy. Okay, unlikely. Yet she didn't know how else to explain what was going on because it was kind of hard to accept it as reality.
"Long," she answered. She needed the answers before she could make any actual concrete conclusions about Tikki and the situation. She decided to allow Tikki to explain and reserve all of her judgments until the end. If Tikki's story made no sense then she'd have her answer she reasoned. That sounded like a good plan she thought.
"Alright, so where do I even begin," Tikki thought out loud.
"The beginning might be a good place," Marinette told her. Tikki laughed at the statement. She wrapped her arms around her middle to keep herself from doubling over in laughter. Marinette was pretty sure that her dumb comment hadn't actually been that funny but whatever.
"Alright, well as you already know my name is Tikki. It's kind of hard to start from the beginning for me because in truth I don't remember much of it, it did happen thousands of years ago. From what I do remember I found out I had magic when I met my partner Plagg who is also a magician."
Marinette was already lost and very very confused. What Tikki was saying made no sense for a number of reasons. For starters, while she wasn't a scientist she knew for a fact that it was impossible for a human to live a thousand years, it was hard enough to live to be over a hundred let alone a thousand! She was also pretty sure if Tikki was as old as she said she was she would not look like a young adult and would probably dress in more outdated clothes than the ones she wore. Then again if TV had taught her anything it was that looks could be deceiving. The Tikki being crazy theory was beginning to gain more merit especially given the fact that she had called herself a magician. For crying out loud, magic was nothing more than party tricks or illusions, it didn't actually exist. Sure Tikki could've just been a party magician but given the rest of her story, she very much doubted that that was the kind of magic she was talking about.
"Thousands of years old…. You don't look thousands of years old," she found herself saying. She wondered what kind of crazy response Tikki would have to the question, perhaps it would be more nonsense like her original tale was.
"Thanks," Tikki giggled, "it's the magic, it keeps me young." Alright, so Tikki had definitely lost her marbles. Seriously, magic was her excuse. Sure right, the magic that doesn't exist, sure. That's so believable. Seriously she could've chosen anything yet she chose magic! Yeah right!
"You do know that magic doesn't actually exist right Tikki," Marinette asked. Tikki had to know how insane she sounded right? Tikki raised an eyebrow as she looked at her with her head cocked to the side slightly.
"What do they teach you in schools these days? Surely they've told you about the gods and goddesses or the witch hunts," Tikki exclaimed sounding actually scandalized. Okay, so that was something reminiscent of the old person type. She did remember hearing about witch hunts but she never really learned the details surrounding that. And yeah sure they learned about gods and goddesses but those were myths. Myths! They weren't actually real.
"Gods, goddesses, those are myths Tikki," she told the girl.
"No they aren't those are magicians. I should know Marinette, I was one of them. All of the stories you thought the be myths or legends, me and Plagg lived. Those myths feel like so long ago now, I guess that they got distorted over time through the old-fashioned Chinese whispers used to tell them. But I know they are truths Marinette, I lived them. I lived through worship, through peace, war. Plagg and I- We lived through the attempted genocide of magicians. History is wrong Marinette."
Marinette didn't know what to make of that, Tikki's sudden rant had caught her off guard but it did, in fact, reveal things she never would've guessed about the girl. For starters she was surprised at Tikki's admission that she had once been a goddess, partly because she was about ninety-nine percent sure that she had never heard of one named Tikki, then again as she'd said history apparently got distorted through the 'chinese whispers' used to pass it down. She wondered if perhaps the Plagg she kept mentioned had also been a god. Perhaps she should look the two of them up Marinette thought as she mulled over Tikki's words. Maybe the tiki had something to do with Tikki? Wait- the rest of Tikki's words sunk in. She'd lived through the attempted genocide of magicians.
Was the genocide the witch hunts? She knew vaguely about them occurring but never knew anything solid about why they'd occurred. She'd heard in passing that thousands had been executed as witches, she wondered how many actually had been innocent. However, she couldn't help but wonder how the witch hunts had impacted Tikki. How many friends had she had die, that is if she were telling the truth. Oh, what was she saying, Tikki's whole story was absurd. How could she have possibly been alive during those time unless magic was- no. It was impossible….. She was beginning to doubt that.
"Anyway," Tikki continued as if she hadn't just ranted about genocide, "where was I, oh right! So magic, basically every human has magic within them but only magicians have it at a high enough concentration that it can be used. Magicians like me and you."
Magicians like me and you. The words played on repeat in her head. There was no way she had heard Tikki correctly. There was no way that she, Marinette Dupain Cheng, had magic. None of this made any sense, not even remotely. Nope, there was no way, nope. No way in hell. Magic, hah.
"You're insane, there's no way," she exclaimed as she flung a nearby pillow at the insane girl. Tikki just smiled and flicked her wrist stopping the pillow mid-air. Marinette screamed. Really who could blame her, who wouldn't scream upon witnessing a girl who had once been a bugrat magically stop a pillow mid-air and make it float there? In response, she ended up throwing more pillows at Tikki which she continued to stop in midair. Once she ran out of pillows Tikki dropped her hold on the pillows and gravity took over. Marinette put her hands over her mouth so that she wouldn't scream again. Her parents would probably grow concerned if they heard their daughter screaming bloody murder especially if they came up to check on her and found a mysterious insane pigtailed girl in her room. Yeah, that wouldn't exactly be a good idea. Right, don't scream she thought as she pressed her hands against her mouth in shock.
She knew without a doubt that Tikki's story had to have at least a semblance of truth to it. There was no other way to explain how she'd managed the trick with the pillows without magic. It was the only solution… but it was impossible? Wasn't it. Then again it had once been said that once you eliminate the impossible whatever remains however improbable must be the truth. Tikki was a magician, that was what remained. It was the only story that made sense in the weird twisted world. It explained Tikki's passion as she spoke about history. It made perfect sense at the same time as it made none at all.
Marinette felt like her world had been turned on its head. A magic bugrat who could shapeshift into a human girl was one thing, but her having magic of her own was an entirely different beast entirely. She could believe Tikki having magic especially given the shapeshifting and telekinetic ability but she couldn't believe that she herself had magic. Surely she would've known if that were the case?
"Marinette, I know this is sudden and confusing but I'm only here to help," Tikki assured her with a soft smile. She found herself taking comfort in Tikki's words. Sure the entire situation was insane but at least she had someone willing to help. "I'll stay with you and help you through this as much as I can but you must know that some things ahead I will not be able to help you with. It's hard to explain why because magic is complicated that way," she rambled. Marinette didn't really know what to make of the words. She wasn't sure if they even actually made sense. She had no clue what Tikki was talking about because what could possibly be coming? Paris had been a quiet and happy city for the entire time she'd lived in it, it wasn't like a supervillain was suddenly going to decide to attack the city… right?
Whatever the challenge Marinette was willing to accept it. Why wouldn't she when it opened her eyes to an entirely new world full of magic and wonder. She wanted to be a part of the magical world Tikki was offering even if she had no clue how to understand the situation at all. However, she knew one thing. She, Marinette Dupain Cheng, had magic and was up to the challenge of learning it.
Adrien sat alone in his room sprawled out on his sofa. He looked longingly towards the wall of windows and took in the outdoors. He seldom was allowed outdoors nowadays. Ever since the disappearance of his mother he hadn't been allowed outside unless it involved one of his many activities that overloaded his schedule and stressed him to the brink of insanity. All he wanted was to be able to enjoy the sun on his face, to be able to feel the wind in his hair. He just wanted to be able to go outside and live a normal life, but instead, he was locked up like a princess in a tower.
Ever since he was young, even when his mother was still around, he had been jam-packed with activities and things to do. None of them being things that normal children did. He was never allowed to do normal childhood things like playing in the park or going to school. Every time he had asked his parents always answered the same generic thing, "it's too dangerous." So what if it's dangerous he had always thought. Life is dangerous. Even if it was dangerous he would have the gorilla to protect him, and if that failed he'd be able to put his martial arts or fencing training to use he always reasoned. His reasoning never worked, he still always got told, "no it's not safe." He knew that. He knew that there was danger involved but it didn't matter to him. So what if it wasn't safe? He had a rock climbing wall in his room with nothing to break his fall if he did fall, but yeah the outside is so much less safe than that.
He knew that they had just been trying to protect him, that they only wanted what was best for him. He also knew that they didn't notice the eager looks he would have whenever he looked towards the outside. Nor did they notice his longing looks towards the children playing in the park with their parents as the Gorilla drove the limo past. It wasn't their fault that they didn't notice he wasn't happy being trapped all alone inside, they weren't there to wait on him hand and foot and they were just doing their best to ensure his safety he reasoned. Yet didn't they want him happy?
He sighed as he tried to push the pressing thoughts from his mind. Every time they came to the forefront of his thoughts he always remembered the moment when he had tried to tell his mother exactly how he felt about the issue. He would remember his biting words and her hurt expression as he accused her of not caring. He would remember her pained expression and the silent tears that fell down her cheeks as he stormed off to his room. He remembered yelling in the heat of the moment that he hated her. He never saw the aftermath of it, he never got a chance to apologize and tell her that he didn't mean it, that he loved her. The same day he had yelled at her she had disappeared as far as the world was concerned. Everyone told him her disappearance wasn't his fault but he always wondered if he hadn't yelled at her if she would still be here for him. He always wondered what it would've been like if his last words to her hadn't been "I hate you."
Ever since her disappearance Gabriel had grown cold and distant. He locked himself away in his study seldom coming out to talk to his son and only communicating with the rest of the world through a screen. Security had for Adrien had grown tighter and he wasn't allowed to be without Gorilla or Nathalie at any point in time. He figured that his father probably worried that he would disappear like she had and was just trying to hold on to him in his own way. However, the restrictions were growing too much for the teen. He just wanted to be able to go outside and get some fresh air by himself, but nope.
He let out a loud sigh as he stared at the trees that lightly banged against the windows. He watched as leaves were pulled off the branches and took flight in the wind then floated down to rest softly on the ground. He took in the dampened colours of the outside world. The brown of the tree branches, the green, orange and yellow of the leaves that flew through the wind. He felt a small smile form on his face as he watched the colours of the world however dampened by the glass windows flow in front of his eyes. He always loved watching the simple things in the world like the leaves coming free from the trees. It was so simple, so common, yet somehow it was beautiful.
He absentmindedly got up from the sofa and felt his legs carry him towards the towering windows that gave him a glimpse into the outside world. He felt like he was in a trance as he watched the way nature carried the leaves through the air and as he watched as the sun hit the leaves in just the right way to create a beautiful shadow pattern on the ground and the windows. Suddenly he was snapped out of his trance when he heard what sounded like a small meow coming from outside.
He shook his head, that was impossible. He knew it had to be. There was no way a cat could have snuck into the mansion's grounds unnoticed. Even if it had somehow made it in it surely would've been noticed straight away and immediately kicked off the grounds. He never knew why but his father had a very strong hatred towards cats and would do everything in his power to stay away from them. Adrien had tried asking once and had only been told something cryptic about cats not being safe. Shocker. They had claws, they had teeth but they were adorable. Secretly Adrien had always dreamed of owning a cat, a black cat to be specific. However, along with many of his childhood dreams, it had died because he knew that his father would never allow it.
Meow. This time it was much louder, much more desperate. That was definitely a cat's meow he thought as he tried to spot the source of the sound. It had to be coming from somewhere he reasoned, one doesn't just randomly hear the sound of cats meowing. There it was again, the piercing meow of the mysterious cat that had somehow made its way onto the manor grounds without alerting security. Then he saw it. A small black cat with large green eyes teetering on a thin branch of the tree closest to his window. The branch was wobbling under the cat's weight and threatened to break.
He looked at the cat in shock, what was it doing all the way up here. Didn't it have any sense? The cat meowed again and gave him a strangely human look that screamed let me in. How the cat had managed to pull off such a human feat Adrien didn't know. In a split second decision, he stood up on his tiptoes to open the window for the cat. The second it was opened the cat leaped through it and landed gracefully on the ground. Adrien walked over towards the cat and took in it's looks more closely. The cat appeared to be well groomed and taken care of so there was no way it could possibly be a stray from the streets. Yet it had no collar. Shouldn't cats have collars, he thought as he looked at the cat.
"I guess I should feed you or something," he mused out loud as he stroked the cat. The cat leaned into his touch and settled itself down on his lap in a way that told him he wouldn't be moving anytime soon. It didn't really matter much to him, he was finished with all of his activities for the day anyway so who really cared if a cat decided to nestle itself into his lap.
"Camembert, give me camembert," a nasally voice said suddenly. He looked around for the source of the voice but found none. He knew that logically there was no way the voice had come from the cat or from his small phone that lay discarded on the opposite side of the room. However, none of those facts answered the question of where the voice actually did come from. "Didn't you hear me kid? I said I wanted camembert," the voice said again sounding much more agitated than before.
Adrien flinched at the sound of the voice and cautiously looked around the room again. "Who's there," he yelled as slight panic slipped into his voice and ran through his body. There was no way he could be hearing an unexplained disembodied voice asking for camembert right? He heard a loud sigh and the cat jumped off of his lap. In flash of purple light, the cat was replaced by a man who looked no older than 30 years old. The man had messed up black hair that appeared to be more of a bird's nest than actual human hair. He wore a dark cat eared hoodie along with jeans and sneakers, but that didn't really help anything. Nothing could explain how the man had somehow replaced the cat that had been there mere seconds ago. "How- What- Who- What-" he stuttered out as he stared at the man.
"Okay, short version, my name is Plagg, I'm a magician, now give me cheese," the man- Plagg demanded. Adrien took in a deep breath as he tried to process the information that Plagg had given him, as sparing as it was. However, none of it made sense in his frazzled mind. Sure if they were in a children's cartoon series a cat turning into a human would make purrfect sense but they weren't. This was real life. In real life there was no magic, there was no shapeshifting, and there definitely wasn't any shapeshifting magic cats demanding cheese.
"I must be dreaming, magic doesn't exist," he exclaimed as he stared at Plagg again. It was the only logical explanation, even if he didn't remember going to sleep. Plagg cocked his head to the side as if to say seriously without actually voicing the words.
"How else would you explain me," Plagg asked as he turned around as if he were a model on a catwalk. He was the model here, he thought absentmindedly.
"A dream," he repeated. It was the only logical explanation. How else would a cheese demanding magic cat exist, his frazzled mind provided. However, he wasn't sure if he had the imagination to make this kind of thing up. Sure he knew that there was no way it could be real, but could he really have made it up either?
"Kid, this isn't a dream, now would you quit freaking out for a minute, get me cheese and let me explain," Plagg demanded as he folded his arms and put on his best attempt to look angry. If he was being honest an angry Plagg resembled grumpy cat surprisingly well, it was almost like they were the same person- cat. The same cat.
"I can't just order cheese Plagg, I'm a model, what I eat is managed," he explained to the strange cat human creature that had begun to wander about his room taking everything in. He sighed as he watched Plagg walked around the room as if he were an actual cat. He poked and prodded at almost everything and even attempted to eat a couple of stray objects. He probably would have too if Adrien hadn't yanked them out of the cat- human's paws-hands before he could.
Plagg just groaned as he walked around the room before he finally plopped himself down in an ungraceful mess on Adrien's sofa. "You have magic," he suddenly blurted out causing Adrien to freeze on the spot. What had Plagg just said? Adrien wasn't sure if he had heard him correctly. Had he really just said that he, Adrien Agreste, had magic? Five minutes earlier he hadn't even believed in the existence of magic and now he was being told by the magical cat creature that he somehow had it? No way.
"That's impossible Plagg," he exclaimed loudly as he tried to process the information. Magic. No. There was no way, it wasn't possible, magic wasn't possible. It didn't exist outside of fairy tales and movies, it didn't exist in real life. He couldn't possibly have magic.
"Have you lived under a rock your entire life kid, surely you've noticed that you can do things other kids can't?" Wow, that was blunt, Adrien thought as he took in Plagg's words. What did he mean that he could do things that other kids couldn't? He knew that his vision, hearing, and smell had always been better than most but his parents had always told him that he just had good genes that lead to those skills. There was no way that anything that set him apart was caused by magic. Sure he may have had more bad luck than most but that was just that, bad luck. It wasn't magic, nothing in his life was magical. Yet he guessed he had actually sort of lived his entire life inside away from most others his own age, with the exception of Chloe, so he had nothing to really compare too.
"Actually yes Plagg, I live trapped under several rocks that have been arranged in an architecturally pleasing way to create a house. I'm basically never allowed to leave my tower much less go and be around other children, so no Plagg. I haven't noticed I can do things other kids can't because I barely know any other kids. I've barely even met another child much less noticed differences between me and them."
To his surprise instead of scolding him for his sarcastic response like his father would've Plagg actually applauded him. He seemed almost impressed by his response, but despite the outer proud look that Plagg wore Adrien could see the pity in his eyes. He didn't want or need Plagg's pity, even if it hurt to always be alone he didn't need some crazy cat man trying to fix his problems. Last time he had attempted to amend the loneliness it had only ended in his mother- No. Don't think about that. Don't think about her. Not now, not when some cheese-loving cat man was telling him that he could do the impossible.
"Okay, so what do you know of magic then," Plagg asked.
"That it doesn't exist outside of fairy tales. This is real life Plagg not some story where I can wave a magic wand and all my problems will go away. This isn't a fairytale, magic doesn't exist." He choked on the last word. He would never admit it to Plagg but despite his insistence that it wasn't real a small part of him still held onto belief. It dreamed of a world outside of his own where he would be free to make his own choices. The childlike part of him had never let go of the hopes and dreams of fairies and dragons, the dreams of magic. Even though his parents had tried to hide books and fairy tales about magic from him Nathalie had always told him fairytales and lent him books about princesses and witches. Those moments were what had caused a small part of him to hold onto belief because if a duck could become a swan he could gain his freedom. However, as he had grown dreams of magic had faded and had almost blinked out like a light when his mother disappeared. If magic was real, she would still be here, he thought. However, a tiny part of him still believed no matter how much he didn't want to.
"Kid," he began then trailed off. It was clear that Plagg was trying to figure out what to say next. "Magic does exist. Look, everyone has a small amount of magic inside them, but magicians like you and me have more magic in their veins. It was caused by a mutation in genetics thousands of years ago, it's what gave rise to magicians. Magic users used to get praised as gods, for thousands of years we were, from the ancient Egyptians to the Romans."
Adrien chose that point to interrupt. It wasn't that he didn't want to hear the rest of Plagg's bizarre tale, but first magic, now gods? What was Plagg going to say next, that something insane like beer made of bumblebee tears was actually a thing? "I think you're mythtaken Plagg, those are myths and legends, not actual history."
"It's like a game of Chinese whispers as history went on the stories got more and more warped and forgotten until eventually, the world wrote them off as myths because there was no way anyone alive thought they were real. Now as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, magic users were praised for centuries until the 15th-century hit and people began to think we were too powerful, that people were using their magic for evil. Sure there were brief periods of time when humans would start thinking all magic was evil, usually when a disaster struck and turn against us but it was nothing like the 15th century. It was a massacre, only a small few of us survived, in fact, I think that only about ten of us survived them out of thousands. Of course, magicians can still come into being without the genetic pathway due to mutations but that is incredibly rare and they are usually killed before they turn five. You, Adrien Agreste have the magic in you, meaning that you are one of the only people alive who can wield magic. Pretty cool, huh?"
Adrien tried to process all of the information. On one hand, Plagg's explanation made a surprising amount of sense. He knew that genetics could mutate and be passed on and that sometimes mutations would occur and not show up, that sometimes it required more than one allele for a trait to become present in the phenotype. However, the idea of magic being passed down through genetics was a strange one. If what Plagg was saying was true and he had magic did that mean that he had inherited it from his parents? Did they have magic?
Plagg was a cat though. How did the cat have magic when most humans could barely wield it. Was it simply because cats, especially black ones were more inclined to magic? But then again it couldn't simply be linked to Plagg's catlike nature given that he had mentioned gods from the past being magicians. They all had magic too, but they seemed to have themed magic. What was that about?
"Wait, why are you a cat then?"
"Magic as a whole has no inclination towards good, evil or anything really. But when it's contained in a high enough concentration in a human body it takes on certain characteristics, the majority of the time being themed after a certain animal. The type of magic the user manifests depends on the user, who the user is determines what the magic is linked to, how it is used and even if they'll take after an animal. For example, my magic is themed around cats so I can shapeshift into a cat at will as well as being able to manipulate any negative force."
"That's really cool, so what kind of magic do I have," Adrien exclaimed despite himself. Despite his attempts to convince himself that this wasn't happening and that it was a dream he was hopeful. He felt like maybe his childhood dreams of freedom could finally come true if he had magic on his side.
"You have a very rare form of magic, I haven't seen anyone develop the powers of the black cat since Diana," Plagg explained. He briefly wondered if by Diana he meant to Roman goddess Diana. He had heard of a myth of her turning herself into a cat to escape someone so was that the truth then? Had Diana managed to develop the same cat-like powers as Plagg? Wait if she had cat-like powers, and Plagg had cat related powers did that mean that Adrien also had cat powers.
"I have cat powers like you, don't I," he asked tentatively. Plagg nodded to confirm his suspicions. While the idea of having magic should've been comforting to Adrien finding out exactly what his powers were was the exact opposite. It sent him into a mental panic and he struggled to retain his composure on the outside. If his magic was linked to the negative forces, did that make it evil? Adrien didn't want to be evil, he just wanted to be free. "I'm dangerous," he said with no further explanation as he curled up into a ball and wrapped his arms around his knees. He heard Plagg's footsteps behind him and saw another flash of purple light. Seconds later the small black cat with large green eyes was yet again sitting in front of him. The cat- Plagg, headbutted his legs repeatedly which even through his panicked breaths he found incredibly annoying. He uncurled himself just enough to be able to bat Plagg away so he could get back to his internal panic but before he could Plagg jumped up onto him and began to softly purr against him. He stared at the cat wide-eyed as his mind tried to connect the fact that the cat and the man who had stood before him minutes ago were the same person- cat?
"Magic isn't good or evil Adrien, it's what you decide to do with it that makes it so. If you don't want to be then dangerous then you won't be."
Plagg's words were comforting and they allowed his panic to recede as he slowly managed to get a hold of himself. So he had magic. It was dark magic. But the fact it was dark didn't make it bad. He was still good despite the seemingly dark magic inside of him, he could use it for good.
"So Adrien, are you ready to learn how to use it, or are you going to sit in fear of it using you?" Plagg asked as he leaped off of Adrien's lap obviously having sensed that the boy had calmed down. Adrien smiled as he pushed himself off of the floor. He beamed as he looked down at Plagg who was still in the cat form.
"Just you try and stop me."