"C'mon, Marinette! I want to sea the Mona Lisa before we go!" Yelled Alya pulling her best friend through the masses of trouirst that clogged the halls of the Louvre museum.

It was the Collège Françoise Dupont's yearly trip to the museum and being a collage that specialized in the arts it's to be expected to find them visiting one of the greatest art museums in the world. And, although they had seen the Mona Lisa more them then they would care to admit, it was still one of the highlights of their day.

"Slow down Alya!" half laughed, half panted Marinette. "She's not going any where!"

"But the museum is closing soon and we still need to see the new exhibit!"

"So let's go there and then go see the Mona Lisa!"

"But it's the Mona Lisa I need to see it for my blog!"

"But Alya you used the Mona Lisa last time we visited!" whined Marinette planting her feet on the ground and bring both herself and her friend to a stop. "There's Adrien at the exhibit." She added sheepishly

Alya shook her head knowingly. "So that's why you want to go."

"No, no, no, no, no no!" Said Marinette shaking her head and waving her arms while turning slightly pink. "I'm really fascinated in the topic… the topic… erm" she faltered unable to remember the subject of the new exhibit.

"It's about Luck." Said Alya shaking her head again then, laughing, she hooked her arm with Marinette's and winking said. "Let's see how lucky you can get today, eh?"

Laughing the two girls maneuvered their way through the crowds to the now least crowded area of the museum.

A plaque with "The Lucky Symbolism" written in cursive stood outside a very small room . Paintings of rainbows and four leaf clovers and broken glass and ladders decorated the walls while other works of art stood illuminated in glass cases on pedestals across the room.

A small handful of people idly walked around it, vaguely interested in the exhibit itself. Marinette let go of her friend and practically jumping she scanned the room for a particular blond haired boy. Sure enough, there he was, standing before a particularly small glass case, half hidden under his dark blue hood.

"There he is. There he is. There he is." She quickly squeaked jumping up and down both out excitement and nervousness.

Alya put a hand on her shoulder. "Marinette breath! We've found him, why don't we casually go check out whatever he's seeing and then Pronto! Perfect conversation starter!"

"Oh Alya you actually think I'll manage to speak to him without blabbing?"

"No." said her friend shrugging. "But you're awesome, he'd be a fool not to realize that."

Marinette simpered before,the two girls made bee-line towards Adrein.

Adrien had his dark hood pulled over his head and pair of headphones in his ears. All day he had been hawked by Chloe and with his best friend, Nino, sick at home it had been a miracle how'd he had escaped that irritable girl's manicured grasp. He'd lost her somewhere near the sword of La Vallette and now he was stuck hiding out in what must have been the most mundane exhibit in the whole museum. For the last quarter of an hour he had stood there in front of a rather peculiar red and black pendant without really taking any notice of what he was seeing. He was more interested in listening to his music and staying away from Chloe.

His plan seemed to be working fine until he felt someone tap his shoulder. He sighed, Chloe had found him. Already with some irritated comment on the tip of his tongue he turned his head, music still blurting into his ears.

It was not Chloe.

Two girls from his class were standing behind him. One, the one who had taped his shoulder was the obsessed blogger, Alya. She was smiling at him from behind her camera phone, obviously filming. Behind her, stood Marinette she gave him a small smile and waved shyly. Her face was slightly pink. It must have been from the central heating, he concluded pulling his hood back and ruffling his hair slightly, it was so hot in there he could feel small beads of sweat on his forehead.

"Hey guys." He said giving them, what Marinette thought, a swoon worthy smile as he pulled out his headphones.

"Didn't hear us did you?" laughed Alya, still pointing her phone at him.

"Not at all." He laughed, relieved that neither girl was Chloe.

"So what you looking at so intensely?"

"Ah well…" Adrien faltered, he hadn't checked actually and hadn't been paying the artifact much attention.

Alya laughed again. "Not a clue? He reminds me of you, Marinette, during science lab."

"Hey!" protested Marinette speaking for the first time since meeting Adrein. If possible she turned even redder.

Rolling her eyes Alya pulled her nervous friend forward so she was standing beside Adrien while she herself walked around the pedestal to the front were a plaque stood.

Adrien had turned to look at the pendent with more interest. Marinette did the same, playing with her hands, unsure of what to tell him. The two looked at the strange pendant. It was strange square pendent with a spiral pattern. The spiral was a mixture of red and black spots and black and green stripes. It had quite a mesmerizing effect on Marinette and Adrien. It seemed to pulse with life, but they didn't think much of it, they were art students, it was an optical illusion.

Or so they thought.

Alya cleared her throat and started to read the detail from the plague.

"Although the 'Spiral of Luck', as the pendent was christened in the late 17th centaury, has been found mentioned in written records from ancient Egypt. Radioactive dating dates this peculiar work even further in the past, although an accurate year of creation has yet to be calculated. What makes 'The Spiral of Luck' such an interesting work is its accuracy in naming. Throughout the centuries it has passed from one notable hand to the other, each one accompanied by a particular concoction of good and bad luck. Records say that the famous Marie Antoinette was gifted this necklace a day prior to her infamous execution, while the unnamed peasant who relived her of it survived being shot twenty times in the chest. Miraculously each bullet ricocheted off his battered iron breastplate. Donated to the British museum after WW2, The Spiral of Luck continues to intrigue historians with it's mysteriously peculiar past."

Adrien gave a low whistle, unable to remove his gaze from the pendant. The lighting in the room was very strange, giving the pendant an alien glow.

"The Spiral of Luck eh? That's pretty cool." Said Marinette, she wanted to give Adrien a quick look, it isn't everyday that you stand, shoulders almost touching, next to the boy of your dreams. But she couldn't look away from the pendent, it kept on pulling her towards it. She felt a sudden urge to reach out and press her palm against the glass, wanting to grasp the pendant with her bare hand.

Then all of a sudden the ground began to shake violently beneath them.

"Earthquake!" yelled Adrien, pulling Marinette closer towards him as the lights flickered out and they were momentarily engulfed in the darkness. Screams filled the museum as the earth continued to shake.

The teenagers, at that moment, felt something, warm washing over them. Marinette suspected it was from standing so close to Adrien, she could hear his breathing he had pulled her so close to him. Adrien had suspected it was a good sign that the central heating was turning back on and so would the lights.

Then, as suddenly as it had started, everything stopped. The earth was still and the lights flickered back to life. Adrien, shakily, let go of Marinette and blinked against the light. Alya ran twords them, camera still filming to check if her friends were okay.

Adrien was still trying to readjust to the light but Marinette was more shocked with what she saw before her. Or, more accurately, what she didn't see before her.

The Spiral of luck had vanished.