Disclaimer:

I have no affiliation with Miraculous Ladybug or Percy Jackson and the Olympus or the Heroes of Olympus series. Also any similarities to real life events or people are unintentional unless explicitly stated.

Dear Diary,

I'm still staying with the Hermes cabin while Tyche's cabin and all the other cabins are being built. It's a little bit squishy with all the new demigods arriving. It makes me miss my room above the boulangerie where I wake up to the smell the freshly baked pastries, and my garden oasis with the view of the beautiful Notre Dame. I miss Mama and Papa too.

But enough of the complaining! Camp Half-Blood is not that bad. It's a very exciting place with dragons, flying horses, sword fighting and their arts and crafts centre is state of the art. You should see their celestial bronze sewing machines they have with all the different stitches and functions. It's so easy to sew in invisible zippers using them! It's so quick!

There are a lot of really nice people here too.

Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena, teaches History when she isn't busy supervising the building of the new cabins, or redesigning Mount Olympus which apparently is at the top of the Empire State Building in New York. I've seen the blueprints of some of the buildings and I got so excited because some of the designs reminded me of Parisian architecture, and then she told me that she and her boyfriend, Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon, went to Paris once and she was so inspired by the buildings there that she decided to incorporate some of the designs. We spent that afternoon just talking about all the different buildings there and she told me that she'll take me to see Olympus one day to see all new buildings there.

I thought that she was one of the more intimidating people at camp, but she's just really passionate about her work. I really respect that, and it was nice talking to someone who's creative.

Annabeth also introduced me to the Oracle, Rachel Elizabeth Dare, who's a really fantastic painter. I love her painting of the New York City skyline in her cave. It gave me ideas for some new designs that I can't wait to make.

I feel quite lucky that they are nice. English isn't my strongest point, but they don't seem to mind when I make mistakes with the language, or stop the conversation to try and correct me. I think they're used to having people for whom English is a second language. I've heard Ancient Greek, Spanish, Mandarin, Vietnamese, German, Filipino, Horse, and I've seen conversations where they speakers keep switching between different languages but they were still able to communicate. It's pretty incredible.

Some of the kids from the Aphrodite cabin know how to speak French, because it's the language of love, but they tend to keep to themselves because of their head counsellor, Drew Tanaka.

Speaking of Drew, I can't believe that there is someone I hate more than Chloe. Chloe is bad and Chloe plus Drew is worse, but I dislike Drew much more than I dislike Chloe. Why? Because she's the head counsellor for the Aphrodite Cabin but she treats her siblings horribly. For someone who is the daughter of the goddess of love, she doesn't show much of it. She's always making them do her chores and insults them and they look genuinely afraid of her.

I asked the kids why they listen to her, and they said that they can't help it and that I wouldn't understand.

I want to do something though.

Clarisse La Rue from the Ares cabin looks like she might be French descent but she also looks as if she will kill me, so I haven't approached her yet.

Everyday there seems to be something or someone trying to kill you. Today it was another automaton from the Hephaestus' cabin exploding, but it's not as terrifying as I thought it was when I first arrived. I think I'm getting used to the idea of the Greek gods and goddesses being real and being a demigod.

At breakfast, Adrien was still pondering over the dream in silence when Nathalie Sancour handed him his schedule. He had his studies scheduled for the morning, lunch and then a fitting in the afternoon at the design studio.

"Hey Nathalie," Adrien said before she was about to leave. "Do you ever have weird dreams at night?"

"Dreams?"

"Yeah, I had one about bronze statues and women with a hairy, as in furry, leg… but I can't remember if that's from a comic book or something else." He couldn't remember the dream that properly. His head felt a little bit misty.

"No," she replied slowly, "I can't say I do. You should talk to father when you're at the design studio. I'll message your father to schedule a meeting with you."

"I wouldn't want to disturb father, especially about a dream."

"He would want to talk to you about this," insisted Nathalie.

Adrien felt happy to hear that his father would want to talk to him even though he is so busy, but a part of him wished that he could talk to his mother about it. She would know what to say, he hoped. He hadn't seen his mother in a long time.

At the scheduled time, Adrien knocked on his father's office door.

"Come in."

He entered the room and sat down on one of the chairs in front of the desk where his father was busy looking at some fabric swatches.

"Hello, father."

Adrien's father looked up, and pushed up his glasses. "I heard that you were having weird dreams," he said, businesslike.

"I don't want to trouble you with this."

"Nonsense," he said, businesslike. "Dreams are important. Now what did you dream of and was it the first time you dreamt of it?"

"Actually, it's been happening quite frequently, now that I think about it. In the dreams there usually are these bronze statues that move only when you weren't looking at them, and these women with mismatching legs. And I think I remember something about riding flying horse above some sort of forest."

Once he finished talking, Adrien waited in silence while his father sat, pressing his fingers together, lost in thought.

After a few moments, his father took of his glasses and said, "Look at me."

Adrien followed his instruction.

"I think you are just tired. Don't think about your dreams anymore. I'll have Nathalie take you're your basketball activities. You can use the time for more piano practise instead. You are dismissed."

"Thank you father," said Adrien. He left the room wondering what he was even worried about in the first place.

Dear Diary,

There was some drama today, and guess who caused it. That's right, it was Chloe. Of course it was her.

It started out like any other day. I had arts and crafts in the morning, had sandwiches for lunch, and then a sword fighting class run by Percy. I was paired up with Nino, who I haven't seen in a while because he usually takes the archery sessions and is busy preparing for the nightly campfire sing-a-long with his siblings from the Apollo cabin, but anyways, while we were practising drills Chloe was flirting with Percy.

She'd been flirting with him all week, but during today's lesson it was really intensified. She was flipping her ponytail, pouting, and saying things like, "Oh, Percy you're so funny, strong and handsome."

I'll admit, he's quite attractive with his athletic build and green eyes but even a blind person can see that he is head over heels in love with Annabeth.

I'm actually not even sure that he actually noticed Chloe's antics. He just laughed, but he's always laughing and goofing off. He can be kind of dense.

Annabeth, on the other hand, is extremely astute. She was supposed to be at the cabin build site today, but midway through practise, after a bout of Chloe's shenanigans, she marched through the practise pit, not even concerned with all the sword fights going on around her.

Well, she was wearing a hard hat, celestial bronze cap boots and a fluro vest, so I guess she was well protected.

I knew that she could be scary after being in her History classes and seeing her boss people around at the construction sites, but mon dieu, this was terryifying.

She snatched the practice sword out of my hand, and told Percy that she'd take over his lesson.

"But-!"

She hit him with the flat of her blade and he didn't dare speak again that lesson. He's really quite lucky that she loves him.

Then she picked out Chloe to demonstrate some blocks and strikes.

The blows Annabeth inflicted looked like they hurt. It was nothing that the Apollo cabin can't fix though. I've seen then reattach an arm, although, I'm not sure what they can do about Chloe's bruised ego.

From what I heard in Hermes Cabin, the Aphrodite Cabin has this challenge where they have to win and then break someone's heart to prove their worth.

I think the challenge is horrible and that Chloe made a mistake in targeting Percy.

There aren't any other Tyche kids yet, but when we do have a cabin, I'll make sure that we won't have to prove our worth that way.

Adrien was trying to concentrate on doing his physics homework when he heard a tap on the window. He didn't expect to see a girl wearing classes hanging on a rope there, waving at him.

After a few moments he realized that she was telling him to let him in and he hastily opened the window for her.

"Thanks, Adrien," she said once inside. She then tugged on the rope and it dislodged from the roof. She put the rope and the giant hook it was attached to into her bag. "Brrr! It's starting to get cooler now, isn't it? Is there somewhere I can hang my coat and put my things?"

"I'll take your coat. You can put your bag anywhere you'd like," he said, still confused. He put the coat she handed him onto a hanger and hung it in his closet. When he turned around the strange girl was on the second floor looking at his library.

"Wow! You have all of the Majestia comic books! And all first edition! I knew that you were rich but not this rich!" She took a copy from the shelf. "Hey, can I borrow this issue? I can't find it anywhere. Woah! You even have your own rock climbing wall, and is that the arcade version of the latest Ultimate Mecha Strike?"

She slid down the pole and immediately went to the console. The electronic beeps and tunes filled the room.

"Umm… Wh-"

"Oh that's right, that's not why I was here." She turned off the machine and ran to her bag. "Let me show you the photos I dev-"

He interrupted her. "Excuse me! H-how did you get in here?"

She gave her explanation extremely quickly. "It wasn't that hard. There were plenty of foot and hand holds all over the place. The only tricky thing was dodging all of the security cameras. I nearly fell off the sill over there because of them. You should try it though. Now let me see if-"

Her explanations brought up even more questions, but she didn't answer the one he wanted to know the most. "I apologise, who are you?"

She stopped talking, pushed up her glasses and looked at him. "I'm Alya Cesaire. Don't you remember?"

He shook his head slowly. "Sorry."

"But we definitely met. Look, I even have photographs from last week." She handed him a stack of photographs.

He took the photographs from her and looked at the top one. It was from the location shoot by the Seine that he did for the upcoming ready to wear line. He remembered those clothes. The focus of the photos was the female models, but he was there in the background. There was something strange about the image, but he couldn't figure out what.

His head began to hurt.

"What-?"

"Yeah," she said, pointing at the image, "and take a look at their legs. See, look how they're mismatched."

It took him a moment, but he was able to make out that the models had one normal leg and one hairy, non-human leg.

"I did some research and I think they're empoussa."

"Empoussa?"

"Monsters from Greek mythology," she explained. "I've seen them a couple times and thought that they were weird so I followed them to your shoot where they attacked. See?"

He looked at the photograph that she held up to his face and was shocked to see ones of him running away being attacked by the female models. He didn't remember that.

She took the stack of photos from him, and flipped through them. "I couldn't see it at first, but now that I've seen it I can't un-see it. It's as if there's something playing with the light or our brains- Maybe it's affecting your memory too which is why you can't remember me!"

Adrien nodded slowly but he didn't really believe her. "My father is pranking me, right? Wait, he couldn't be. He has no sense of humour."

"I'm telling you the truth!" She put a hand to her heart. "Journalist code of honour! Wait- I know! Put your hand out as a fist in the sunlight and-"

"Like this?" he said, humouring her.

"Woah!" She jumped back, narrowly dodging the pointed end of the spear in Adrien's hand. "Wait until I'm out of the danger zone, please."

"This is cool," he said, admiring the weapon. "It looks like it's made of some kind of metal."

"Do you believe me now?"

He nodded slowly. "Yeah, but I don't know what you're doing here."

"I'm here to show you the photos – oh, I forgot! I saw some monster's near the Eiffel Tower! Let's go!" She picked up her pack, and went to the balcony window, swinging the hook around by the rope.

He wanted to go, but he hesitated.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm stuck here!" Every minute of his day was scheduled and he was chaperoned everywhere. There was no way he could sneak out.

"Breaking out is the easy part, trust me," she said, waving his concerns away. "Are you coming? There are people that need saving."

A slow smile spread across Adrien's face. It sounded like a one of those Majestia adventures but better. This was real. He climbed to the window sill. "Let's go and save Paris!"

Author's Notes:

Hi! I found it quite difficult to find the balance for Marinette's voice. She sounds a little too petty and sarcastic in the early versions, but she's supposed to be an optimistic. One thing I really like about writing Marinette's point of view though, is that I can be more flexible with the grammar, because who adheres to grammar 100% of the time when they're writing in their private diaries?

Alya's visit was originally was supposed to be a video sent over the internet, but then I remembered that the demigods and technology, including the internet, don't mix. Well Percy Jackson and the Lightning thief was released in June, 2005 so let's say that his adventures were in summer 2004 when he's 12 in 2004, so he's 17 in 2009 during the Heroes of Olympus adventures. It could just be me, but don't remember using your phone for the internet and social media in 2009 because data was so expensive and free wi-fi wasn't that widespread, so I figured I could get away with Alya being more into analogue cameras and film. I'm happy with the end result though.

Eh… I think I'm thinking too much. Oops.