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Episode One: Origins (Part 1)

Since the dawn of human existence, villains and tyrants have run amuck- those who seek to destroy, terrorize, and enslave. To protect against these evil souls, the universe provided an opposing force- the Miraculous. These most sacred of jewels have circulated from society to society for generations, always serving one purpose: to transform average humans with good hearts into something… miraculous.

This time, it was Paris needing protection from harm; Master Fu knew, as his own Kwami explained that he could sense Nooroo's presence in the City of Lights- though Nooroo's aura was very much dark. The elderly man knew that he could not fight it; it was well past his glory days.

"What should we do, Master? You can't go up against Nooroo's wielder alone. You are-" the Tortoise kwami stopped speaking as the old Guardian raised his hand.

"I know, Wayzzz. This isn't a battle I can fight," the old man acknowledged as he made his way over to the Gramophone. After punching in the secret code and revealing the mysterious box hidden within, the old man pondered over which Miraculous to put into circulation.

He really didn't want to put any more miraculous out into the world. Though he generally was a man of sound judgment, mistakes could always be made. Not one more miraculous could make its way into the hands of evil. Master Fu's brow furrowed as he carefully considered which miraculous to choose.

The Ring of the Cat and the Earrings of the Ladybug? No… too powerful; too dangerous.

The Bee Comb? No, it wouldn't be enough on its own, and the Peacock Miraculous has been missing for years. It would also be unwise to pair it with one of the Zodiac Miraculouses.

Master Fu's hand stopped over the necklace of the Fox, and his eyes softened as he picked it up. Examining the necklace, the elderly Miraculous holder knew what he must do. After carefully putting the necklace into a separate box, he turned to his own Kwami, a slightly sad smile gracing his aged features.

"Wayzzz, I'm afraid this is where our partnership comes to an end. It's time for the Turtle Miraculous to be passed on to a new Wielder." The old man told his long-time companion somberly. He would miss the kwami but knew this was the right decision to make.

"Master…?" The turtle kwami was slightly taken aback by his wielder's statement, though he trusted that the old man was making the right decision. Master Fu took off his bracelet, renouncing his title as the wielder of the turtle kwami, and put the bracelet in another separate box.

Now it was time to find the chosen.

"Good morning, Alya! Are you excited for your first day of school?" Marlena Cesaire greeted her daughter as the young brunette came into the kitchen.

The teenager gave her mom an excited smile, though she could feel knots tightening in her belly. "Can Majestia fly? Of course, I am, Mom! High school is no match for me," Alya exclaimed with a bright smile on her face. It wasn't a lie- she was very excited to start school at the College Francois-Dupont. However, it's never fun to be the new kid, and the pretty, young brunette was more than a little nervous about starting all over.

"You should be heading to school soon," Marlena's voice cut through her daughter's thoughts. "Here's your lunch, and I packed a few snacks for you to have throughout the day, as well. I'll not likely be home before you get off school, so here's the code so you can get in." the Chef handed her daughter a bagged lunch and a sticky-note with a number combination on it.

"Thanks, Mom!" Alya set down the bag and the note so she could put on her sneakers. Once finished, she grabbed a croissant for the road, picked up up her lunch, and headed out to face her first day at a new school. She didn't get far, however, before she ran smack-dab into a little old man, causing her to drop her croissant and him to drop his cane and two curious looking jewelry boxes.

"Oh no, Monsieur, I'm so sorry!" Alya exclaimed, bending down and picking the cane and the boxes for the old man. "I'm not usually so clumsy. Is this everything?"

The old man gratefully took his cane and the boxes back from the young lady. "Thank you, Mademoiselle. Yes, this is it."

"Ah, that's good. I have to head to school, have a nice day!" The teenager called as she departed from the old man, silently mourning the loss of her croissant. Oh well- the snacks her mom packed were would have to suffice until lunch.

Meanwhile, Master Fu watched the young brunette continue her journey, a curious expression gracing his wizened face.

The beginning of the new school year was no different than any other year for Nino Lahiffe. He got up, got ready, bade his family "adieu," and began his walk to school- just like he did every other year. Unlike most students, however, Nino was excited about the new beginning. The extroverted young man couldn't wait to catch up with his classmates and hear about everyone's summer vacation. Sure, homework was a drag, but with school came parties, class activities, and plenty of competitions. Summer was amazing, of course, but Nino couldn't wait to see his classmates on the daily again. Well, he could do without seeing Chloe, Nino chuckled to himself as he pushed the crosswalk button, having come to the end of the sidewalk.

The crosswalk sign soon flashed the image of a green person, and Nino began to cross when he noticed an elderly man struggling from the corner of his eye. Without any hesitation, Nino made his way over to the elder to lend him his arm, which the old man accepted gratefully.

"Thank you very much, young man. Paris could certainly use more young people like you," the man thanked Nino once the pair reached the other side of the street. Nino scratched the back of his neck bashfully; he hadn't done anything special, in his mind.

"You're welcome, sir. Thank you for the compliment! I have to get to school now- please take care!" Nino bade the man farewell as he continued to make his way the College Francois-Dupont, completely oblivious to how the old man straightened his posture, eyes a-twinkle with satisfaction. He'd found his chosen.

Nino arrived at school with plenty of to spare, and immediately took his usual seat in the back of the class. As soon as he sat down, however, Mme. Bustier called him out.

"Nino, why don't you sit in the front this year?" the teacher suggested cheerily, though Nino understood it was less of a true suggestion and more like an order in disguise. Sighing heavily, Nino picked his backpack up once more, trudged to the front of the class, and plopped down in one of the frontmost desks. Letting out a heavy sigh, Nino kissed the ability to listen to music during class goodbye.

Alya looked around her new class with excitement as her classmates filed in and took their seats around her. This would be her school for the next four years, and the people around her would be her classmates. Alya hope she could be friends with everyone-

"Why don't go you go sit next to that new girl over there?" a nasally, snarky voice broke through Alya's thoughts as a (probably fake) blonde gestured in her direction. The brunette shot the snooty girl a glare. Who did that girl think she was? From what Alya could observe, the blonde, along with her friend, was trying to bully one of their classmates into switching seats so they could sit there. The longer Alya watched the display, the angrier she became. Like Majestia, she could not stand idly by and watch bad people do bad things.

"Hey! Who died and made you Queen?" Alya demanded, marching up to the troublemaker, arms crossed across her chest. The girl laughed haughtily, tossing her (fake) blonde hair over her shoulder and leaning back on the desk behind her.

"Oooh, lookie here Sabrina, looks like we got a little miss goodie-two-shoes," she mocked, "What're you gonna do, four eyes? Tell on me?" the blonde smirked, causing Alya to grit her teeth. She couldn't stand people like her.

"Bite me. Come on," Alya grabbed the wrist of the black-haired girl, meaning to pull her with her to where Alya had been sitting. However, she accidentally yanked her a little bit too hard, and caused the girl to trip and drop the package of sweets she'd been holding. Whoops.

"Aaaahhh, I'm so sorry," The girl groaned as she slid into the seat next to Alya. Alya shook her head and gave the other girl a good-natured smile.

"Don't sweat it, girl! It's nothing to worry about." The brunette assured her deskmate. The other girl returned the smile, though it didn't quite reach her eyes.

"The way you handled Chloe was pretty cool, I so wish I could do that." she sighed, obviously still annoyed at the blonde, who evidently was named Chloe. Alya offered her partner another grin and shook her head.

"No, not like me! Like Majestia," Alya quickly pulled her phone out to show her new friend a picture of her favorite superheroine. "Majestia says that evil will always conquer if good people don't speak up. Well, we're the good people, and that Chloe girl is definitely evil in my book. You can't let her get to you, or else she wins!"

"Easier to say than to do," the girl pouted, though she was visibly less upset than before. "Chloe has a personal vendetta against me or something. She wants me to be miserable."

"Girl, she can only make you miserable if you let her! Don't let girls like her get under your skin." Alya continued to encourage her new friend. She dealt with her fair share of Chloes at her old school, and Alya wasn't about to let this Chloe become a problem- for her, or for anyone else.

Finally cracking a smile, the girl picked up the only macaron left in her box and split it, offering one half to Alya. "My name's Marinette."

Alya smiled back and accepted the gift, happy to have made a new friend. "Alya!"

The rest of homeroom passed without any disturbance, and Alya was pleased to note that the boy Chloe had wanted to sit in front of her never showed up. She chatted more with Marinette and found she liked her more by the minute. She learned that Marinette's parents ran a bakery nearby and that her dream job was to be a fashion designer. Though, with her flawless skin, silky hair, and forget-me-not eyes, Alya reckoned Marinette could be a fashion model if she really wanted to be. The bell had rung for next period, and Alya gathered up her stuff to head to the library. She and Marinette were just about to leave when-

"Piss off, Kim!" an extremely large boy bellowed from the back of the classroom grabbing an athletic looking boy (whom Alya assumed was Kim) by the collar and postured to punch him.

"Ivan! What're you doing? Let him go right now!" Mme. Bustier exclaimed, causing Ivan to release Kim. Flushed red from anger, Ivan pointed an accusing finger at Kim.

"But Kim- Oh, why I ought to…" overcome once again with rage, Ivan grabbed Kim's collar with both hands.

"Ivan! That's enough! This is no way to behave at school. Go to Mr. Damocles' office immediately!" Mme. Bustier ordered sternly. Ivan let go of Kim, and with one last scalding look at the other boy, marched angrily out of the classroom.

"Oh dear, poor Ivan…" Alya heard Marinette mumble, obviously empathetic towards the tall boy. Alya smiled and gave Marinette a pat on the back.

"Don't worry about him, girl. He's a big boy, he'll be okay. Let's head to study hall, yeah?" Alya suggested, and Marinette nodded in response. The pair made their way to the library, found themselves a table, and began to discuss the classes they were taking that semester. Alya was just about to ask her new friend about school clubs when there was a giant boom, and before Alya knew it, she was thrown from her seat. Without missing a beat, Alya grabbed Marinette's arm and ran over to the nearest window to see what on earth was happening. A giant stone man was just outside the school, stomping and yelling. Had he not been so large and, well, terrifying, Alya would have compared him to a petulant child having a tantrum. It. Was. So. Cool.

"I-Ivan?" Marinette stammered incredulously, pointing down at the giant stone man. "That's Ivan! The monster has Ivan's voice!"

"Ohmigosh! It's like he's turned into a real-life supervillain! Girl- I have to go check this out!" Alya all but squealed, making a dash for the exit of the library.

"W-wait! You're going out there? Is that safe?" Marinette implored, nervously glancing out the window at the monster that Ivan had become. Alya shook her head and waved Marinette's concerns away, not worried in the slightest.

"Don't worry about it, Marinette! If there's a supervillain, there is always a superhero. I'll catch you later! Don't wait up!" Alya bade her friend farewell and was making her way towards the school door when her phone started buzzing. Alya checked to see who it was, and almost audibly groaned. Nora.

"Hey, Nora! What's up?" Alya answered her phone, trying to sound as innocent as possible.

"Hey yourself, little sis. Are you heading home? You need to head home." Alya's overprotective older sister demanded, causing the young brunette to roll her eyes.

"Why would I need to head home? It's the middle of the day. School doesn't end for another three hours!" Alya protested, playing dumb.

"Ha, nice try, Alya. It's all over the news. Come home." Nora repeated, though she sounded slightly amused with her younger sister's antics.

"Forget it, Nora. You're my older sister, not my mom. It's not like I'm going to get hurt or anything- I'm sure a superhero is going to show up any minute! I need to record it when it happens!" Alya argued back, peeking out of the school's door, trying to get another look at Stoneheart. She was certain that at any moment, a Majestia-esque superheroine would come flying through the sky to take down her classmate-turned-supervillain.

"Oh, you want to go there, little sis? If you're not home in fifteen minutes, I'll call mom. How does that sound?" the elder sister threatened, causing Alya to stop in her tracks.

"Ugh, fine, I'm coming home. You're the worst," Alya exclaimed, evoking a laugh from the other line.

"You'll thank me later, trust me. I'll see you in a bit!"

Alya rolled her eyes and huffed. "Yeah, I'm sure. See ya." Clicking the "call end" button on her phone, Alya finally exited the school and began her journey home- the opposite direction of Stoneheart. When the brunette heard the large stone man begin throwing cars, she flinched. Maybe she would thank Nora, after all.

Nino had wasted no time getting back home after Ivan turned into a giant rock monster. Marvel movies might be cool, but the teen boy had no intention of finding himself caught up in one. He currently was at home, in his room, listening to his music. He'd heard a girl in the library proclaiming that Ivan turning into a supervillain meant that there had to be a superhero around Paris, somewhere. Nino hoped she was right; he didn't know Ivan very well, despite having been in the same class since elementary school, but Nino knew his large classmate didn't deserve what happened to him.

Nino didn't spend much more time mulling over his thoughts on the fate of his long time classmate, however. Something on his desk caught his eye, something that Nino definitely didn't remember being there before. Nino picked himself off his bed and approached his desk. Resting next to his computer was a tiny black jewelry box, covered in intricate Chinese symbols and designs.

"Dude…" The teen mumbled to himself as he examined the curious box. He definitely didn't own anything like this- and as far as he knew, no one else in his family did, either. Curious to see what was inside, Nino opened the little black box.

Alya sat disgruntled in her room, flipping through an old X-men comic impatiently. She wanted to turn the News on as soon as she'd gotten home, but Nora was already watching UFC and refused to change the channel.

"She could let me use the TV. It would be the least she could do," Alya muttered to herself, annoyed over her perceived loss. Sighing, Alya set the comic down on her nightstand, accidentally knocking over a small black jewelry box that had been resting there. Wait- when did that get there? Alya picked the black box up off the floor and examined it. It certainly was peculiar, like something you'd find in an antique shop. There were Chinese symbols printed all over the box in gleaming red. Having never studied Chinese, the young brunette had no idea what they said, though they seemed to be there for more than mere aesthetic purposes. Curious to see if anything was inside, Alya opened the box.

"Woah, dude!" Nino dropped the box in surprise when a tiny, green…. Thing popped out of it. It stared at him; he stared at it, completely confused. Was he being pranked? His mom certainly had a taste for them. After a few moments, the weird green creature spoke.

"Hello, Nino. I am Wayzz. I am the Turtle Kwami, and you've been chosen to wield my Miraculous." The "kwami" told the teenaged boy, his voice calm and even. Nino didn't say anything, he simply continued staring at the kwami incredulously. When it was clear that the boy wasn't going to say anything, Wayzz continued.

"You've been chosen to wield the miraculous of protection, as I said. You will fight akumas created by Hawkmoth, the wielder of the Butterfly Miraculous, and you will protect the city of Paris," Wayzz went on, glancing back at Nino, who was now sitting on his bed. Compared to some of his wielders, this boy certainly was taking it well. At least he wasn't screaming.

"OHMIGOSH OHMIGOSH OHMIGOSH!" Alya squealed, cupping a tiny, fox-like creature in her hands. "This is so cool! I have to tell Marinette about this!"

"No, no, no!" The tiny creature flew out of Alya's hands. "Don't do that! I agree, I'm pretty cool, but you're the only one who can know about me!" The creature did a little bow. "My name is Trixx, and I'm gonna be your kwami!"

"Kwami? What does that mean?" Alya inquired enthusiastically. This had to be the best first day of school, ever.

"It means that you're going to put on my necklace," Trixx gestured to the foxtail necklace still resting within the black box, "and I'm going to grant you the special power of illusion. Then, we're going to kick butt together, and bring down all the bad guys!"

"I'm going to be a superhero?!" Alya could hardly believe her ears. This was like a dream come true! Without hesitation, the brunette teenager clasped the foxtail necklace around her neck. "Now what?"

"Well, you'll say 'Trixx, let's pounce,' but I'm not done-" The kwami was cut off by her over-enthusiastic holder.

"Trixx, let's pounce!" Alya cheered, causing Trixx to be sucked into the necklace. Her clothes melted into a fox-orange suit, her hair grew into a long multicolored ponytail, and an orange mask appeared over her eyes. Once the transformation was complete, Alya admired her new form in her bedroom mirror.

"This is so sick," the teenage superheroine was nearly giddy with delight at her new responsibilities. "Stoneheart, you are so going down."

With that, the fox-themed superheroine jumped out of her bedroom window, red and white hair flying freely behind her.

"Alright, alright, I got it," Nino nodded in understanding after Wayzz finished describing his responsibilities and powers as the Turtle Miraculous holder. "So I just put on this bracelet, say 'Shell On', and I'll turn into Turtle Captain America?"

The turtle kwami nodded. "Yes, that's the gist of it. And, you will have a partner. The fox miraculous holder." Nino nodded in response; that made him feel better. It would be kind of stressful to protect Paris all on his own. Nino slipped the turtle bracelet on his wrist, and with one last deep breath, invoked his transformation.

Before the teenager knew it, he was clad in green, sporting goggles on his face and a giant shell shield on his back. Nino examined his hands in wonderment, not knowing quite how to feel about these most recent developments.

"Alright, dude, c'mon. We gotta go save Ivan from the Hawkmoth guy." Nino murmured to himself, before climbing out his window and jumping onto the roof of the building next to him and heading towards the College Francois-Dupont. With his enhanced abilities, it didn't take long for the superhero to reach the school, where an akumatized Ivan still was wreaking havoc. Nino quickly spied an orange-clad girl evacuating students whom still were trapped in the school. That had to be his partner.

Wasting no time, the turtle-themed superhero jumped down to assist his newfound peer in helping one of his classmates escape. Noticing Stoneheart closing in on the Superheroine and the civilian, Nino thought fast and darted in front of the two, using his shield to deflect Stoneheart's attack, effectively allowing his classmate to escape and catching the attention of the fox-like girl in orange. Up close, Nino noticed how pretty she was. Her auburn hair faded into orange and white, like the tail of a fox. Her tanned complexion was dotted with golden freckles, and her orange mask only seemed to compliment the doll-like hazel eyes peering up at him. She was absolutely stunning. Then she opened her mouth.

"Hey, my kwami didn't tell me I'd get a sidekick! That's so cool!" The superheroine enthused, taking Nino aback. He'd be a sidekick over his dead body.

"Dude- I'm not a sidekick. We're supposed to be partners." He corrected her as politely as he could, frowning. The superheroine simply rolled her eyes.

"Please, every superhero needs a sidekick- and what sort of Superhero says 'dude'? Don't worry Shelly- you'll make a great sidekick!" She replied, tossing a lock of auburn hair over her shoulder. Nino took a deep breath; something told him that he may not get along very well with the other miraculous holder.

"My name isn't Shelly, it's Carapace," Nino corrected. Sure, he came up with the name on the spot, but he wasn't going to go by Shelly as his Superhero alter ego. Screw that. "And we'll see who the sidekick is, Fox." Nino gave the decidedly annoying superheroine a sarcastic bow, before jumping after Stoneheart, who was moving quickly towards the stadium near the school.

"Hey! Wait up!" Alya cried indignantly, following the other miraculous holder- Carapace. She felt a little bad that he got upset, but she was just teasing! It wasn't like she actually expected him to act like a sidekick. She'd simply have to apologize after she defeated Stoneheart. She may have told a bad joke, but he threw down the gauntlet, and there was no way Alya was going to lose to a Superhero with turtle powers, of all things. Alya flung herself at Stoneheart with reckless abandon, using her flute as a bo staff and doing her best to beat the snot out of the giant stone man.

"What are you doing?" Carapace exclaimed from below, where he was protecting and evacuating the students on the field. "Haven't you noticed he gets bigger every time you hit 'im? Cut it out!"

"Don't tell me what to do!" Alya called back, though she ceased her attacks. The turtle was right- Stoneheart grew larger and larger every time she landed a hit. Time to think of a plan B.

Stoneheart, meanwhile, was thumping his chest like a gorilla made of stone and shrieking for Kim. If the situation wasn't so dire, and if Stoneheart hadn't already caused thousands of dollars in property damage, Alya would have found the sight hilarious. She hopped down next to Carapace, who just finished helping a terrified Rose make it to safety.

"Well, Shelly, do you have a better idea? How do we defeat him?" the auburn-haired superhero inquired, earning a withering glance from her turtle-themed counterpart.

"Uh, yeah. We need to find the akumatized item. Didn't your kwami tell you anything? Just hitting 'im isn't going to do anything but tire you out and make him angrier." Carapace told her, his gaze turning back towards the akuma. Alya did the same, looking Stoneheart up and down. There wasn't anywhere he could hide an item, unless… wait.

"Hey look- he doesn't open his right fist. He's probably hiding it there." Alya pointed to Stoneheart's fist, which was indeed clenched tightly around something.

"Alright dude, that's great, but how're we going to get him to drop it?" Carapace asked, his arms folded over his chest.

"I'm working on an idea," Alya responded, whipping her flute out and holding it up to her lips. She played a few notes, causing a ball of light to appear at the end of the instrument. Once the orb grew to roughly the size of a golf ball, Alya flung it in Stoneheart's direction. "Mirage!"

As soon as the incantation was spoken, the ball of light immediately took on the shape of Kim. Stoneheart immediately began chasing after fake Kim, the mere sight of the athletic high schooler sending the akuma into a fury. Fake-Kim, meanwhile, danced and dodged around the giant stone man, taunting him as he tried to swipe up the boy to no avail. Alya watched and waited, hoping that her plan would work.

It did. As Fake-Kim darted in between Stoneheart's legs, the increasingly frustrated Akuma reached out for the illusion of the teenage boy with his right hand, dropping the akumatized item. Before Alya could leap towards what looked like a crumpled up piece of paper, she felt a breeze brush past her and saw a blur of green out of the corner of her eye. Carapace darted towards the akumatized item and without missing a beat, snatched it up and tore it in two. A small black butterfly emerged from torn paper and began to fly away.

"Uhh… What should we do about that?" Alya questioned as she approached Carapace, momentarily forgetting her anger at him for stealing her hard work.

"I dunno, dude. Just let it fly away? My kwami didn't say anything about what to do with the akumas." The green-clad boy shrugged, not seeming to care one way or the other.

"Well, now that that's cleared up…" Alya whacked Carapace upside the head. "What the heck! I did all the work, I should have gotten to rip the akumatized item! Totally not cool And- and- stop saying 'dude,' it's so unsuperherolike. Be professional!" she exclaimed angrily, evoking a smirk from Carapace.

"Dude, you did not do all the work. And even if you did, isn't that what sidekicks are for? Doing all the heavy lifting so their Superhero can get the glory?" Carapace's smirk grew wider as Alya grew angrier. "And don't lecture me on what's 'unsuperherolike,' dude. Your power is putting people on LSD."

"Why you-"

"U-um, excuse me!" A scrawny, raven-haired boy spoke up, interrupting the superheroes' squabble. Alya recognized him from class, though she couldn't remember his name.

"Yeah, dude? 'Sup?" Carapace greeted the civilian, causing the boy to flush red.

"I-I, I w-was… I w-was w-wondering i-if I, I could get, could get your names, f-for, um, myarticle." The boy stammered out, gesturing to the notepad he was holding in his hands.

"No problem dude! I'm Carapace. Her name's Foxturd, and she's-"

"My name is NOT Foxdturd!" Alya protested, disgusted. "It's.. It's.. Rena Rouge, and I-" Her necklace beeped, warning her of her inevitable detransformation. "I gotta go. Carapace, can you manage taking care of the victim?"

"No problem, dude. I got 'im. See ya later, Sidekick."

With one last glare in the direction of the increasingly irritating Carapace, Rena Rouge hopped away and out of sight.

"Hey dude, how're you feeling?" Carapace approached the now sulking Ivan after Rena Rouge had lept away and Marc had asked his questions. Ivan shrugged dejectedly, obviously humiliated by everything that had happened. Carapace sat down next to the large teenager and clapped a hand on his back, hoping to cheer him up. "I'm sure Kim didn't mean whatever he said to get you mad, dude."

"Yeah, I know, but what he said was true. 'You can't even tell Mylène you love her,' he wrote- and it's true. I can't. I know I shouldn't have gotten so mad, but…" Ivan trailed off, his eyes cast down.

"Hey man, it doesn't have to be true! I'm sure the girl you're talking about likes you too. What's not to like, right?" Carapace replied, doing his best to cheer his classmate up. Ivan gave him a feeble smile, thankful for the effort.

"Maybe, she did, but not anymore. I mean, look." Ivan gestured at the destruction his akumatized-self had caused. "This is all my fault. If I were her, I'd be scared of me."

"Dude, this is not your fault. Something exploited your worst emotions and made you do its bidding. Don't blame yourself." Carapace told the boy resolutely, standing up. "You should probably be heading home. I'm sure your folks are worried about you, dude. Are you good to get home by yourself, or would you like an escort?"

"Nah, I'm fine to go home by myself. Thanks, um-"

"Carapace."

"Thanks, Carapace." Ivan stood up himself, waved goodbye, and lumbered away. Carapace stayed a few moments to make sure there were no students that remained in the destroyed stadium. Only once he was satisfied that no one else was there and everyone had been safely evacuated did the turtle themed superhero leap away, heading towards his own home.

Nino crashed onto his bed, utterly exhausted from the events of the day. Wayzz hovered above him, munching on a Dorito chip.

"You know, I like vegetables more than chips," Wayzz muttered between bites as he landed on top of Nino's forehead.

"Sorry dude, I grabbed the first thing I saw in the pantry. I'll get you vegetables next time." Nino apologized, taking off his glasses so he could comfortably roll onto his side. "Man, today was wild. Is that how it's gonna be from now on?" Wayzz nodded in response.

"Indeed, and Hawkmoth only will create more and more powerful akumas. You must be prepared." The turtle kwami confirmed as he finished his Dorito chip. "Tell me, Nino, what did you and the Fox Miraculous holder do with the akuma? Did you capture it?"

"Uh, no, dude. Neither you nor her kwami mentioned what to do with it. We just let it fly away. It's not like it can hurt anybody now, anyway." Nino replied to the small God, who flew straight in front of his face.

"No, that's wrong! It hurt a lot of people if it's not contained and brought to the Master!" Wayzz exclaimed, buzzing around worriedly.

"Sorry dude, you didn't mention what we were supposed to do with it. What should we do now?" Nino sat up, seized by a sense of urgency. He wasn't prepared to let the akuma destroy more of the city than it already had that afternoon.

"Right now we should wait. The most important thing is making sure that boy doesn't become reakumatized. Tomorrow, you'll keep an eye on him an eye on him, and then we'll go capture it after you're done with school-" Wayzz instruction was interrupted by a ping! from Nino's iPhone: Parisians mysteriously turned into Stone beings. Where are our Superheroes?

"Well, dude. I hope we find the akuma quickly," the teenager muttered as he skimmed through the article, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in his stomach. Somehow, Nino couldn't help but feel that this was all his fault.

EPISODE ONE FIN.