Hey Readers! This is my first fic I hope you like it! Comment and let me know what you think, and add any recommendations. I don't own Miraculous, sadly otherwise season 2 would already be here.
Paris was a beautiful city with its glittering lights and it's streets filled with joy. The sun was always shining, streaming its beams down on the citizens of the kingdom.
Paris was ruled by a royal family consisting of the Queen and the King and they're son Adrien who was the crown prince. They were kind rulers and cared very much for their people. The royal family lived in a castle that was surround on all sides by the houses and stores of the common people. The house sat on no more higher ground than the people's brace the royal family belied they were no better than their people.
The young prince grew up surround people that loved him. His mother and father adored him and dotted on him. Adrien grew up in a privileged life, but he wanted adventure that being a prince couldn't give him.
Everything changed one night. Adrien and his kingdom's lives would never be the same ever again. That night seemed like any other little did they know that the biggest evil ever to walk the earth was about to descend upon them. The stars glimmered and shined. Until a desolate fog slowly rolled over Paris leaving it with a cold feeling that chilled its people to the bone. The feeling you see wasn't like anything the people had experienced before, it washed over them and left them feeling nothing but anger, regret, and melancholy.
When Adrien woke up the next morning he knew something was wrong. He crept out of his room as nimble as a cat. The halls were quiet and no longer filled with joy as they were just yesterday. He walked up to the heavy oak doors that lead to the throne room, the guards that were stationed there simply bowed and opened the doors. Not even looking up at the prince and giving him a smile as he passed as Adrien was so used to. Now he was really worried. He walked in and his father sat on his throne staring at an object in his hand.
"Father," Adrien asked. "Is everything thing alright? Where's mother?" As Adrien stepped closer he realized that in his father's hands was his mothet's crown covered in blood. "No!" was all he could think, that it couldn't be true.
He didn't even hear what his father said next. He already knew what his father was going to say his mother was misssing. Adrien ran out of the room, tearing through the cold stone halls that no longer held his mother's laughter. When he reached his room he fell on to his bed crying.
The king went into the young prince's room and walked up to the bed of his sleeping son and said, "No one will take you away from me my son not even him. I don't care what it takes you will not leave this castle" The king could never be the same again.
The days that followed the once caring, loving king drifted away no became an angry, bitter man. His only son watched as he slipped away.
The prince wasn't the only one watching either. A blunette stranger watched from the shadows with a hood over her eyes. Biding her time until she was ready, and one day she would be too. She disappeared as quickly as she had came.