Hey guys! I'm back with another Adrinette fanfic for you! I really hope you guys will enjoy it, so please let me know what you think, whether you like it or not I would like to hear your thoughts. This is actually based off of a song called Witch Hunt, and there's a Ladybug PV of it on youtube. It's a really beautiful song and you guys should really check it out.
If you want to hear it let me know and I'll send you a link. So the basis of the story isn't my idea, but I will be changing it and adding my own twists to it. I'm not exactly sure yet. Have a pretty good idea what I want to do, but we'll see how it turns out. Anyway, I'll stop rambling. Please enjoy this first chapter! :)
Her smile was bright and cute. Eyes crinkling. She seemed to always be smiling. Sweet always but strict when she needed to be. Marinette was in the kitchen cooking with her mother. She had always admired her mother. Marinette wanted to be like her when she became an adult. As her mother was baking she looked at the little girl staring at her.
"What is it sweetie?"
Marinette just smiled at her mother. "Nothing. I just love you mommy." Her mother smiled and went back to making their dinner.
As they sat eating Marinette could hear some commotion outside. She notices her mom tense up and almost dropped her utensil.
"Mommy? What's going on outside?" Her mother got up quickly, her chair clattering to the floor and she ran upstairs. Marinette didn't know what to do and stayed sitting. She heard her mother's hurried footsteps, creaking the stairs underneath her. Walking into the kitchen she had a bag with stuff, Marinette didn't know what, in it.
"Marinette come here, quickly." Marinette hopped off her chair and ran to her mother's side. Thrusting the bag in her hand, her mother drew Marinette's cloak around her shoulders.
"Mommy? What's wrong?" Her mother was in a hurry making sure she had given Marinette everything she needed. "Mommy I'm scared." Her mother paused and knelt down in front of her daughter, resting her hands on her shoulders.
"Don't be scared sweetie. Everything will be fine," she said brushing Marinette's hair behind her ears.
"Are… Are you coming with me?" Marinette knew that whatever was going on outside was bad from her mom's reaction. Her mom's eyes widened for a fraction of a second.
"Yes my sweet. I'll be right behind you. I need to make sure that you get a head start." She kissed Marinette on her forehead. "Now go on. Run to the woods and don't come back back here, no matter what you hear. Do you understand?" Tears welled up in Marinette's eyes. "Sweetie, do you understand?" Marinette's throat clenched, unable to speak she just nodded her head. "Go." Marinette ran as fast as she could towards the trees.
She ran and ran. Panting hard, gasping for breath. Leaves crunched and the world blurred by. She finally stopped and glanced behind her. A plume of smoke rose high in the sky. Fear crept into her heart. Where was her mother? Was she going to be here soon? The sun began sinking and still her mother didn't appear. Scared, alone. She clutched the bag close to her chest, deciding that she would make her way back. Just enough to see if her mom was waiting for her. Maybe her mother was waiting for her instead.
Slowly she made her way back. Through the gaps in the trees the cloud of smoke grew bigger, bigger. Marinette knew the house was close now. She hadn't seen her mother on the way so she had to be at the house still. She walked out into the clearing and saw the scene before her.
Dropping the bag on the ground, scattering the contents, falling to her knees, she felt limp. Tears began spilling forth, as if a dam had broken, allowing the waterfall free.
The smoke still rose, blocking out the sun. The second floor had collapsed into the first floor. Furniture, walls, doors, pictures, utensils, everything had been burned. Only a few support beams and half of the stairs were left. In the ashes Marinette could see the clothes her mother had been wearing just an hour before. Her body felt heavy. She couldn't move, couldn't breathe.
Finally reality set in, realizing that no matter how long she waited, her mother would never catch up to her.
She threw her face into her hands, screaming and wept.
Marinette awoke, sweat falling down her face. This was a recurring nightmare she'd had since that night. She had tried all kinds of different herbs and medicines to rid her of the dreams, nothing had worked. She sighed, threw off her covers and got dressed.
She made her way to the kitchen, her ladybug patterned skirt flowing behind her. She picked up the partially burnt picture of her and her mother. Looking at it with a smile she ran her hand lightly over the glass. "Good morning mom," she said. Setting the picture back down gently she continued to the kitchen.
Opening one of the cabinets she checked her jars of herbs. Taking stock of what she needed and what she already had, she made a list. When that was finished she walked into the living area and walked to the wall farthest from the kitchen. Knocking a few times she heard the difference in sound. This was where she had hollowed out a section to hide the item her mother had given to her all those years ago. She pulled on the wood and it opened up revealing the book. Pulling it out gently, taking care not to damage it she flipped through a few of the pages.
She felt the weight, how heavy the burden was. What this book meant, what is represented, what it would mean. Back then she had no clue why her mother had been killed. Once she read this book though she understood.
Her mother… had been a witch.
That meant that she, Marinette, was also a witch. It hadn't been till later that she knew what that meant. Yet she didn't feel like a witch at all. She couldn't cast spells, she didn't seem to have powers of any kind. She wondered whether or not she really was a witch.
It had also been the reason that her mother had been killed. The king, many years ago, had outlawed the use of witchcraft, and anybody who practiced would be executed.
She assumed the villagers had been scared and took matters into their own hands. There were other witches that abused their power but her mother, she knew, hadn't been one of them. Dwelling on these thoughts she closed the book, having made a mental list, and snuck it back.
She grabbed her cloak, throwing it around her shoulders. She walked out her door and moved to the village. Her house sat at the very edge of town. It wasn't big or anything, but it was a modest house. When she had finally moved as far away from her old village as she could, she came across this small little village. It was quaint and had nice people.
The apothecary of the village had lived in the house she was in now. It had smelled like herbs since the day she moved in and would smell like herbs until she left. She didn't mind the smell. It was fresh and it calmed her.
As she walked along the dirt road she noticed a few villagers awake. The farmers always got up early to harvest the crops in the field. She was surprised that they were awake so early. It wasn't even dawn. Though, she was never up this early either. The only reason she was, was because of her nightmare. Either way she politely nodded her head to the people that she passed. Behind her she could hear rocks being kicked around, and footsteps coming up hurriedly. She turned to see little twin girls running after each other, laughing.
Marinette smiled as she watched them, then began to giggle when she saw their older sister, Alya, running up behind them. The twins began to run faster, thinking it a game. Alya came to a stop next to Marinette, panting.
"Up playing this early Alya?" Marinette asked sarcastically.
"Oh yes. I just love getting up this early and played chase with my, precious, little sisters," she responded sarcastically, putting a lot of emphasis on 'precious'. Marinette giggled. "Man, now I'm never gonna be able to catch up with them." Marinette looked at her, friend? She didn't know exactly what they were. They didn't hate each other, but they didn't know each other well enough to call themselves friends. Alya was one of the nicest people that Marinette knew. Not that she knew very many people.
Marinette was jealous of Alya. She was pretty, with hazel eyes, caramel brown skin. Her brownish-red hair flowed in waves, with the bottom of her hair was a copper red. She was mature, but could be childish. Smart, funny, and she got along with almost anybody she met. Marinette could hardly believe that they were the same age.
"Marinette? Marinette are you listening?"
Marinette shook her head and blinked. "What?"
"Nevermind," Alya said sighing. "What are you doing out so early anyway?"
"Oh, I'm heading out to the woods."
"Ah. I see our renowned doctor is going to be collecting herbs to help us poor little villagers. Oh, what would we do without you Marinette?" Alya said dramatically.
"I think everyone would be fine even without me. And I would appreciate it if you didn't add the sarcasm. It's very unbecoming of you." They both looked at each other and laughed. "What are we doing?"
"I haven't a clue," Alya said. A crash could be heard in the distance. "Well that's probably my sisters. I better be heading off before they get into some real trouble."
"Alright. I'll see you later Alya."
"Goodbye Marinette. Be careful out there." She waved and ran off. Marinette watched her go, thinking that even if Alya didn't think of her as a friend, Marinette definitely thought of Alya as one.
Finally at the other end of the village, she adjusted her cloak, and followed the path to the woods.
Hope you guys liked it! I've decided that I'm going to put out the first 3 chapters right now just to see what you guys think and if I should continue. If you guys like it so far and want more than I will be adding more, but please be patient with me on getting chapters out. I work 2 jobs right now and it's hard to find time to write. No matter how long it takes I will finish this story. Anyway I hope you guys enjoy and I greatly greatly appreciate your guys' support! Thank you!