It was a quiet day in Master Fu's shop. There were no clients to see today. Instead he was working on deciphering more information about the other Miraculous Circles, the Keepers, and trying to figure out what could have caused so many Great Guardians to disappear from history.

He was looking over those two hidden pages, trying to figure out the last two riddles. They had used bioluminescence along with reflections, colors, and water. There was one left that had to deal with shadows, and a hidden riddle he had just discovered this morning.

The riddle stated that only the mystic arts could spark the pages to reveal the information on the other Circle. Fu was stumped about that and decided to give a little more thought to that later. As of now, he was trying to figure out how shadows would help, when all the other riddles had dealt with light.

He held his hand over the page blocking the light. Maybe if he covered the words they would glow in the dark. Only it didn't work. Fu heard the soft taps on the keyboard as Honorra searched the Internet for answers in the residential area of the apartment.

Wayzz, was in the kitchen, cleaning up the mess from breakfast. The little kwami happened to be a great housekeeper. He placed the rag he'd been using to clean the table in the hamper. Next, he turned on the sink and let it fill with some water before, turning it off. He would leave the dishes to soak for a few minutes.

He picked up a duster pad and started wiping away the dust around the lights and in the corners. He then went back to the dishes and dove in the water to clean them. Once they were clean, he drained the sink, and left them to air dry.

Finished with the morning chores, he checked on Honorra's progress. "Anything come up on your search?" he asked as he placed his stubby paw on her shoulder.

The magpie kwami shook her head. "I've run multiple searches on the subject of shadows, light, and anything related to myths about them. I still have not found anything scientific about what shadows have to with light. I feel like I know the answer, but it's stuck in the back of my head."

"Do you recall your experiences before being stuck in limbo?"

"Yes, I do. My chosen ones gained much honor through their deeds and preserved it for many others. Of course, my female chosen ones had to strive harder to gain honor in societies, who only saw the value of a woman, as a wife and mother."

Honorra got a faraway look in her eyes. Her last wielder, a young woman, use to send coded messages to her friends, for gossip or important information. Since their letters would be confiscated to check for treason, before given to the ladies, the girls had created a cypher. A cypher which could be decoded with…

Honorra shot out of the room into the front, colliding in the back of Fu's head and fell to the ground. The Great Guardian rubbed his head as Wayzz phased into the room, demanding to know what she was thinking.

"Cutouts and decipher. We need to use them to solve the riddle!"

Both Great Guardian and turtle looked very flummoxed by what the little bird had said. "My female chosen, when they wanted to talk privately to other people, they would send coded messages. Once they had them, they would lay something over the messages. The item they placed on it would have slots hidden on it."

Master Fu's eyes widened as he figured out what Honorra was trying to tell him. "The slots would go over the words in the real message, while the rest would be covered by the paper in shadow."

"There's a code in the code? How can we figure out what words to block to get the right message?" Wayzz asked worriedly. The Miraculous Book endless codes and secrets never seem to end.

"The cipher you use to decode the Book, would be a good place to start. I'm willing to bet my feathers, the other cipher is based on the one you know, only in a different format."

Master Fu agreed it would be the logical choice. "There are thousands of different cypher possibilities and with the key to it, it will take days before we figure it out. Hawkmoth last Akuma was the strongest yet."

The three residents of the apartment all were worried about Hawkmoth gaining further advantages over them. He had already shown he was capable of using his special ability to connect with robots and animals. Not to mention he only stopped his akuma experiments when Nooroo granted Ning half of his power.

Honorra suddenly zoomed through the wall again. Two minutes later, she pushed open the door back into the client area, dragging the tablet with her. Seeing her struggling, Wayzz helped his "cousin" bring the device to the table.

"Computers can do many tasks a lot faster than we could on our own. Whoever Hawkmoth is, he's probably using a computer to help him translate his fake copy of the Miraculous Book."

Sliding the tablet next to the Book, Honorra turned it on and opened a program about languages and how to translate them. "If we type in the code and then let the program run the searches. The right cipher will show up much quicker than searching for the answer ourselves."

Both Master Fu and Wayzz were skeptical on trusting the device to solve the problem. Both would rather try it the old fashion way. They both looked at Honorra's pleading face. She was asking them to trust her.

Fu reached for the tablet as the magpie clapped her paws. She sat on his right shoulder and coached him on how to use the program. The three of them all held their breath, waiting to see if this would work.

It took a while, but half an hour later the program finished. Looking at the list of possibilities, they one of top was the most likely the cipher they needed. Master Fu cut out slots on a piece of cardboard and laid it over the two pages.

Certain words now stood out and Wayzz quickly stringed them into a sentence, to which pages the information was on and what to cover up next, to learn the truth about the Circle Ning was currently looking for.

"Alright according to this code RMC stands for Religious Miraculous Circle." Wayzz frowned about this. Religion was not consider abstract because it fit all the requirements to be a known concept, such as it could be performed and observed through all the senses. Also, magic and religion were viewed as different ideas that didn't go together.

"What if it means by religion, concepts associated with religion, which are abstract? Like the Elemental Creatures Miraculous Circle?" Honorra suggest.

"I believe you are right Honorra. This list of Miraculouses is about abstract ideas attached to any religion." The list read: heaven, hell, and limbo. Followed by, prayer, faith, and soul. Ending with glory, divinity, and miracle.

The Kwamiis of this circle resembled: a dove, scorpion, and warthog. There was also a praying mantis, manta ray, and a Tasmanian tiger. Next came a Tasmanian devil, eel, and lastly, a giraffe. What the actual Miraculous were and looked like remained a mystery.


The Great Guardian's apprentice, Ning Sun, currently under her Milina Brantiti identity, was in one of the most stable countries in the Middle East. The Hashemite Kingdom of Jordan, known as simply Jordan to the rest of the world. The country was located in a strategic location, making it the center of the crossroads for trading between Europe, Africa, and Asia.

Jordan was very involved in UN peacekeeping missions. There are about 50,000 Jordanian troops working with the United Nations across the world. Jordan ranks third internationally in participation in U.N. peacekeeping missions. Jordan has dispatched several field hospitals to conflict zones and areas affected by natural disasters across the region

Another aspect of Jordan that made it slightly different than other Arab countries, was it allowed woman to dress in Western clothing as long as it was still conservative. That meant covering up your wrists, ankles, and halfway up your neck. Generally woman wore traditional headscarves in mosques or when traveling outside major cities. It was fashionable to wear tight clothing, as long as you didn't display any cleavage.

Since women from other countries weren't held to the same standards as natives, this meant the disguised agent didn't have to use a male alias to get around. Foreign officials, such as Milina, were given some respect, even if they weren't seen as important as their male counterparts.

In Amman, the capital of the country, woman could be seen doing jobs outside the home. While the work force for women was very minor, it was still significantly larger than other Arab nations.

Ms. Brantiti had finished her meeting earlier with the Prime Minister Omar Razzaz, who reported to King Abdullah II, about the ongoing relationships with the UN. Jordan was a committed member to helping bring peace to the whole region. They also discusses the ongoing issue of Syrian refugees impact on the country's few resources.

The time difference between Paris and Amman was only an hour. While a majority of the city were at Jumu'ah prayer, a special prayer performed on Fridays instead of the Zuhr that started a little after noon. Milina was having a video chat with Fu.

"It would make sense a Guardian would come to the Holy Land of three of the most wide spread religions. The power of belief is so strong, it would easily mask any residual magical energy," Milina commented, after Master Fu told her what they trio had learned.

"A blessing for the Kwamiis, but not ideal for someone searching for them, including you my Apprentice. The Miraculouses could be hidden anywhere in the holy places," Master Fu explained to her.

He was looking in the corner of his computer screen. In the small window was a list of famous places all over the city and the surrounding area. There were also pictures of local mosques. "You must find a way to narrow the search. Perhaps the way we figured out the riddle, is the key to finding the place the Miraculouses might be."

Milina played with her Kwami Charm necklace, rubbing Wayzz charm between her fingers. The mark on her hand heated up a little, so she knew she was in the right city to find this circle.

Amman had a long history of being the epicenter of important historical events. Earthquakes, wars, revolutions, the city was a living historical artifact. The majority of the Sunni lived peacefully next to the minority Christians, which is why both religions had plenty of holy places to worship.

"The more I think about it, I believe the Great Guardian of the Religious Miraculous Circle, would be more inclined to give the Miraculouses to a specific mosque. They're much more prominent in the city than churches."

Wayzz agreed with her and said they should be searching for older mosques to check, but Honorra disagreed. "Amman hasn't always been the capital correct?"

Milina dipped her head indicating she was correct.

"The country has a king right?"

Milina stated that was true. "When you were Sierra Leone, the Keeper had moved the Miraculouses from the mine to his home during the war. If there was a revolution that lead to a caliph becoming a king, then I would want to have a Keeper who has strong ties both to the political and Islamic governments."

Milina snapped her fingers. "The King Abdulla I Mosque. It's not very old, construction started in 1982 and was finished by 1989. It has a huge blue mosaic dome on top with a large worshiping area for up to three thousand followers can come for prayers.

More importantly, it's open to tourists. Men must have long trousers on and women must cover their heads, arms and legs. A hooded gown is provided free of charge for this purpose. If a Guardian or Apprentice came searching for the Miraculous Circle, they could easily blend in without causing a panic."

As soon as she finished talking, her hand heated up even more and her mark flashed. "It seems the mark is confirming your hunch. Ning, please be as respectful as you can."

"I'll call you later."


Milina took a taxi to the King Abdulla I Mosque, and joined the tourists and the local Islamic community, into the treasured mosque. In the coat room, tourists were putting on their new cloths and leaving their shoes behind as was the custom.

Upon entering the building, the personality of "Milina Brantiti" switched out with Peace Keeper taking charge. Peace Keeper instantly started mapping the main worship area, noting all escape routes, if a fight broke out.

Peace Keeper walked around the room completely, identifying locals and tourists before checking her watch hidden under her layers. Afternoon prayers would start in about an hour and the UN agent would have to leave.

Peace Keeper studied a group of local men who had gathered together near the minbar, where a Khateeb would have lead the Jumu'ah prayer. Islam didn't have priests or ministers who conveyed Allah's message. A Khateeb was a learned and educated man, chosen from the people gathered, to lead them in prayer and give two sermons.

She approached the group slowly. The men took notice of her and most of them figured her to be a tourist who wanted to ask questions. However one man, who was wearing a Bedouin style kuffyeh, seem to be studying her.

"Excuse me gentleman, I hope I am not showing disrespect by approaching you. I would understand if you do not approve of a woman entering the men's area of the prayer room. I am humbled to be in front of Allah's devoted servants. I have some questions about the mosque and I would be very grateful if you could answer them."

The men talked amongst themselves before replying,"We will do our best. What questions do you have?"

Peace Keeper asked questions about the architectural design. They answered her about what the minarets, mihrab, and the dome represented and their purposes. She asked them to confirm if she was right about the absolution process.

The last question she asked was why the mosque was open to non-Muslims, which the answer was to form stronger ties with people who were not part of their community.

Satisfied, she thanked them and said the traditional goodbye in perfect Arabic, before heading back to the cloakroom to change. "I know I met the Keeper somewhere in the prayer room. I can only hope he or she, will approach me."

Leaving the mosque, she stopped when she heard someone call for her. Turning around, she saw the Khateep, the man in traditional clothing, approaching her. She waited for the man to catch up to her.

"I welcome you to Jordan. You certainly understand our culture and are most respectful of our ways. Most importantly, you spoke truthfully in front of Allah, and humbled yourself. You have shown me that you are very trustworthy. There is no doubt in my mind you are a Great Guardian or Apprentice."

The Khateep gave her a small bag. "Your reward is inside. Take care."

"I will and thank you." She followed her usual routine of returning to her hotel room and securing the room, before she opened the bag and took out the Miraculouses one at a time. Each one was very unique. Each stood out, even if the Miraculous jewelry was a repeat.

There was a white halo with dove wings on it. A black and red chain with a scorpion tail to hook it together. There was also a purple and green friendship bracelet with the face of a warthog on it.

Next, there was a beaded necklace with tiny praying mantises painted on each bead. A two toned blue manta ray armlet and along with a light gray sash belt with a Tasmania tiger on it. A pair of yellow goggles with a Tasmanian devil etched around the lenses. The last two were a glow in the dark electric eel anklet and yellow brown leg bands with giraffes on them.

Her left palm glowed and the letters changed again. This time it read CRMC. "I hope Fu can figure out that mystery riddle quickly."


A few days passed and it was Monday afternoon once again. The small group of heroes were all gathered together, even Ning, who was video conferencing for today's lessons.

"Today's lesson is very important. Ning, you will have to learn to do the task I'm describing today, on your own eventually. Adrien and Marinette, it is vital for your own protection and sanity to understand the seriousness of what's today's lesson is about."

The two students nodded and the Kwamiis nodded in agreement. Standing up, Master Fu trundled over to right corner of the room. He pulled out a small stand and took out the drawer. Turning the drawer over, he tapped out a sequence on the center.

There was a small pop, and a small tray was released to him. Cradling the object, he put everything back in place, before sitting back down by the table. Wayzz handed Fu a rag and Honorra sprayed dust remover on the item.

After a quick cleaning job, he held out the item so everyone could see it properly. It was a silver tray, the kind used to hold together a sand art picture. While there was colorful sand attached to the tray, there were also a few thin gray stones adheared to the tray as well. The Kwamiis looked at the item in awe. Marinette squeezed her eyes shut as she felt a headache coming on. Adrien just stared at the item wondering what it was.

Even through the computer, Ning could sense the power of those stones. "Those are memory stones. I remember reading about them in a book. Their purpose is to hold memories and let others witness them at a later date. They are extremely rare."

Fu turned to computer screen and smiled. "You are correct in what these stones are used for Apprentice." His lips thinned and expression became severe and cold. "These stones are very powerful magical objects. Whenever a Miraculous wielder uses these stones, they must remain focused, or risk personal injury."

The model took another look at the memory stones as the Great Guardian placed the tray on the table. He studied the item curiously. He felt a soft hum coming from the rocks. It was the only clue these rocks had special powers. "What purpose does the sand have?"

"Sand can be used as a barrier to stop the spread of magic from objects," Honorra replied.

Marinette leaned forward, her ring finger on her right hand, stretched out to touch the item, but then stopped herself. "Why do you put memories in the stones?"

Fu, placed his own hand on the tray, as he traced the stones. The humming had gotten a little louder. "I have lived a very long life. The history of the Kwamiis and their chosen can be read in the chronicles." He looked down at the table sadly before holding his head up and gave each person a hard look.

"The Great Guardians have important memories as well, some which can't be explained through written text. By putting a memory in the stones and forming a path, a person can see firsthand how events unfolded. This is not something to toy with. Creating a memory board is dangerous if you don't know what you are doing." Everyone flinched at his tone of voice.

So, another tool used, to ensure the Miraculouses, stay safe. By passing this board from Great Guardian to Apprentice, vital information can be preserved for future generations Ning concluded. If the memory board is dangerous then that would explain why he's so adamant about the dangers involved with this tool.

Master Fu explained how a Guardian had to hold on to the stone for several minutes so the memory would be transferred inside. If you held on for too long, you could lose the memory in its entirety. If you didn't hold it long enough, a loop about that memory would be stuck in your mind for days.

Adrien and Marinette took notes on the subject. Wielders could use the board as well, but needed a Guardian with them, to prevent damage to their mind, should the emotions attached to the memory mixed with the wielders.

Ning asked questions about what happened inside a memory. Could they be seen at all? Did they need to be in costume to use the memory stones? Was it possible to get hurt physically?

"You can't be seen by a person in a memory because it is an event in the past. A Miraculous is the only known protection to safely view the memories. It is rare, but you can get physically hurt in a memory, depending on what's happening."

Then I'll have to make sure that never happens if I have to use the board Ning thought.


A few days passed before an announcement on TV caught the attention of many of the teenagers in Paris. Clara Nightingale, one of the top singers and a great admirer of Chat Noir and Ladybug, was filming her latest music video in Paris! She was inviting everyone to try out to be Ladybug and to be extras.

Because Gabriel Agreste was the costume designer, Adrien had been selected to be Chat Noir, a fact that greatly frightened him. He was in the trailer right now getting dressed in a remarkably accurate costume. "This is bad Plagg, I can't go out there wearing this. My secret identity will be revealed if I do," Adrien whined as he looked at the mask. "Why did father have to be such a good designer for superhero costumes?"

Plagg shrugged his shoulders. Normally, this wasn't something he would bother with, but his kitten would be in serious trouble, if they didn't figure out something quick.

"Ten minutes until we need you on stage, better finish getting dressed!" a stage hand called in the trailer.

"I'm doomed Plagg, doomed," the blond moaned as he slid down against the door, his head drooping in defeat. The door to the trailer opened and Adrien fell back into his girlfriend's waiting arms. "Marinette, what are you doing here?"

"Came to audition as an extra. When I heard you had been cast as your alter ego, I contacted Ning via Tikki and her charm. She had a lot of good advice on how to help you. Who knew her experiences of disguising herself would help us one day?"

It was then, he noticed his girlfriend had brought her sewing kit and make up bag. Tikki popped out from under Marinette's jacket, her big eyes sparkling. "I got a crash course on how to be a makeup artist. I'll need you to help me Plagg; to finish completing Adrien's new look."

"As long as I get some cheese out of it, I'm good to go." The trio started to do the alterations at lightning speed. First, thing Marinette did was remove the belt tail and attach a longer fabric tail. The top part of the tail, was a wraparound fabric belt, with a longer tail that ended in sharp point. There was also a silver cat decoration on the fabric belt.

Next, she removed the bell and replaced it a huge one and alter the collar so it looked like the top of a vampire cape. Then, she took off his small cat ears and interchanged them with huge ones before she gave him a more angular mask that covered the top part of his nose.

Adrien swapped out his combat boots for tall ones that looked like Sailor Moon's minus the heel. Marinette handed him a new ring with a cat head on it, as he took off his fake Miraculous.

While this was going on, Plagg was brushing out Adrien's hair, making it appear wilder and longer to make him appear slightly older. Tikki, had been using make up putty, to make the model's face sharper and adjust the shape of his head. With a few touches of makeup to enhance his new face they were finished.

Adrien looked in the mirror and was amazed by the rush job. He looked slightly older, maybe eighteen. His appearance was of a person with a sophisticated background and a coquette. The alterations also gave him a slight anime look. "I love it! No one is going to recognize me as Chat Noir in this outfit, but what will my father and Clara think?"

"Just tell them, you wanted a unique look for the video." The stage hand yelled that it was time for Adrien to come on out. Taking a deep breath the model walked outside, covering Marinette as she slipped out behind him and into the extra line.

When the crowd saw the altered costume, there were a lot of whispers. Some didn't like the new look because it was so different. Other's said it added to Chat Noir's flirty personality. There was only one person's opinion that truly mattered.

Adrien stood in front of Clara, who was holding a table with Gabriel on it. The designer glared at his son, ready to demand who had changed his design when the singer exclaimed how much she love it. "This perfect Gabriel! The design is classy and adds to Chat Noir's allure. It also helps personalize the hero's inner personality."

"I'm glad you like it. I'll have to tell my assistant how thankful you are." He gave his son a grim look. He expected the whole story after the video was finished.

Several people tried out for Ladybug, even a few guys, but no one was the right fit. Some couldn't sing, others were failures at dancing. The numbers dwindled until only Chloe was left.

Thanks to all her cosplaying and five years of dance class, Chloe performed spectacularly. "Miraculous, simply the best. When things go wrong, Miraculous!" The blond sang delightfully.

Clara looked at the girl. She was a good dancer and singer, and with her wig, she almost looked like the real ladybug. She fit all the requirements for the role. The singer felt though Chloe didn't have the right spark. Following the teenagers eyes, it seemed the teen was more interested in getting closer to Adrien, then actually performing in the video.

"If there is no one else who wants to try out, then the role of Ladybug goes to…"

"Wait! I would like to try out please," Marinette spoke timidly. Clara came over to her. "What's your name?"

"Marinette. Marinette Dupain Cheng. I was the one who did the last minute touch ups on my boyfriend's costume. I made one for myself for fun. I wanted to be an extra with my friends."

Clara's eyes sparkled with delight. On the tablet screen, Gabriele mouth thinned, but didn't contradict her statement. With encouragement from her friends, Clara told her to change and she would give her a chance to try out. Regardless if she got the part, Clara promised Marinette she and her friends would be extras in the video.


In the trailer, Tikki was not pleased. "You shouldn't risk your identity like this. Adrien had no choice, but you did. I thought you wanted to be an extra."

"I did Tikki, until I found out Chloe was going to play Ladybug. I admit she's good at singing and dancing," the girl remarked as she adjusted her hair. "Adrien's faithful, but Chloe won't give up. I doubt the video will ever be finished because Chloe will be too occupied by trying to get close to Adrien."

Tikki took a deep breath and told Marinette she hope she knew what she was doing. When Marinette stepped out of the trailer, she looked different then her normal Ladybug self.

The first difference was her hair. Long pigtail extensions had been added and she had given herself bangs. One strand of her hair curled upright on her scalp. Another difference was she wore extra-long red ribbons in her hair. A small amount of makeup putty had slightly altered her jawline.

The costume only had spots on the top part and on the shoulders. The rest was plain red. The yo-yo was attached at the waist by a beaded gold chain. Her mask was identical in design, to Adrien's. The biggest change was she now wore medium size spotted earrings.

Marinette joined Adrien on stage and waved at her friends. Off stage Chloe scoffed at the idea of Marinette, being cast in the role meant for her. She didn't know that Marinette had more than one advantage on her side.

The music started and Marinette started to sing and dance. With six other souls to draw experience from, the disguised Ladybug had a rather unique style. She slinked across the stage Huli Jing style, while singing with Bleu Belle's amazing voice. Thanks to Abeille Jaune, her poise and rhythm were perfect.

Mariposa's gracefulness made sure Marinette didn't trip over her feet. Chat Noire's never ending energy kept her going without tiring out. Peridot Turtle's determination ensured the bluenette didn't forget any steps.

When she finished her audition, people clapped and cheered. Marinette blushed hard as her boyfriend kept her from fainting. Clara congratulated her and gave her the role of Ladybug.

No one noticed Chloe storm out with her father. Everyone was just excited as the extras were cast and prepped for the video. Half an hour later, everyone was ready to start filming. The cameras were up and the music was cued. Clara was ready to begin performing.

That's when Chloe and her father returned shutting down the whole production. He had a stack of papers saying Clara's crew didn't have a permit to perform and the set up was in a hazard zone.

Poor Clara ran into the trailer to cry. Marinette dug her nails into her hands. This was all her fault. If she just let Chloe have the part, this wouldn't have happened. Dejected, Marinette left the stage to sulk somewhere.

Adrien hesitated, not sure if he should go after Marinette. After a minute he chose to speak to his childhood friend. "Chloe, why did you do this?"

"I didn't do anything. Daddy was the one who found out Clara Nightingale and her production team, were illegally shooting a music video."

"You know that's not true Chloe. You can't throw a fit and retaliate against people because you don't get your way!" The blond threw his hands up in the air. "I'm sorry you didn't get the part. Your response is childish and immature, and hurt everyone here today."

Chloe rolled her eyes and said Clara could shoot her video somewhere else. The male blond pointed out the song was specifically written about the two heroes and the city of Paris. Shooting the video elsewhere would interfere with the theme.


A loud laugh filled the building. Looking up, there was an Akuma standing on a crossbeam. She had rainbow hair styled like Harley Quinn. Her skin was a light blue. She was wearing a blue body suit with colorful shapes and sequins on it. In her hand was a staff with a microphone on top.

"Hello, everyone assembled here. Lend me your ears. I'm Frightengale your host. I'm here to bring about my dream, so listen to me, if you don't want to end up as toast. Sing, dance, or rhyme. If you don't you'll be frozen in no time. "

Swinging her staff, a bright pink whip appeared and touched Chloe and her father. They felt a strange tingling sensation going through their bodies. Frightningale laughed at them. "Do as I say and you might survive today."

Chloe started yelling at the akumatized singer about bossing her around. She didn't notice herself changing into a pink statue. Mayor Bourgeois stared in horror before he was also turned into a statue.

The people fled the production area as fast as they could. Many got hit by the pink whip and turned into statues. A few people managed to either sing, dance, or rhyme. It only kept them from being turned statues, for a few minutes. As soon as they stopped they turned into statues.

Adrien, ducked behind the trailer where his girlfriend was waiting for him, already transformed. Ladybug peeked out from behind the trailer as Frightengale danced outside, singing and rhyming, about how she was going to get the Miraculouses.

"Time to get our dance on. Plagg, Claws Out!" Within seconds Chat Noir was ready. "What's the plan My Lady?"

"We need to surprise her and get her staff. I'm sure that's where the akuma is hiding. We'll need to watch out for her whip. If we're zapped then we might never get her akuma."

Frightengale was ready for them when they emerged from the set. She danced out of the way of the yo-yo. When she tripped over the baton, she turned into a somersault and got right back up again.

She lashed out with the staff, the pink whip part missed the heroes by half an inch. "Don't run away. I really want you to stay. All my dreams have come true. Thanks to Hawkmoth, I'll take the Miraculouses from you!"

Frightengale lashed out again and again, forcing the duo apart. Ladybug was forced to go up on a rooftop. Chat Noir used his reflexes to get in close to punch the Akuma. Only to have Frightengale jump up on the roof.

"What do I see up here on this roof? A little bug that's going to go poof!" Ladybug tried to swing away only to crash into her partner who had come to her rescue. The whip touched them both.

The heroes froze as the pink light up around them. Frightengale did a little jig. "Sing, dance, or rhyme. If you don't you'll be frozen in no time. Hope you have some talent heroes. Otherwise you'll be zeros."

Chat Noir hissed angrily and took a step towards Frightengale, only for Ladybug to grab his wrist and said, "Wait, stay here and dance. If not you'll be frozen without a chance."

The cat boy instantly knew what his lady was talking about. The only way to avoid being frozen was to do as the akuma asked. "That is right. Though rhyming is hard to do during a fight." He started dancing in place and swiveled his hips.

Ladybug joined him, making sure to dance differently than before. Frightengale had a smirk on her face. Hawkmoth symbol flashed over her face. He was obviously directing her to attack them while the heroes were trying to sing, dance, and rhyme.

"Don't worry Hawkmoth I got your back. Because now I'm on the attack!" Twirling in the air, she attacked Chat Noir planning to trip him with her microphone staff.

Only it was blocked by Ladybug's yo-yo. Ladybug retracted her weapon back before doing a hop, skip, and a jump. "Stay in charge Chat Noir. Don't blow a fuse and use your dance fighting moves."

The black cat grinned before doing a spin. "Frightengale, I hope you like my dancing moves. It's the only way to groove." He started doing the cha cha slide towards the Akuma, who had sour look on her face.

The akuma threw a punch at his face and he carefully dodged it. Frightengale kicked at his chest only for him to bend backwards. Her other foot came at his manly parts and he blocked it with his baton before sliding backwards to his partner.

"Fighting and dancing are not my style. I hope you have a plan for us in the meanwhile."

Before Ladybug could reply, Frightengale was back on the attack twirling her microphone staff forcing them to jump back even further on the roof. The heroes were running out of space. The performer bent down and flicked out her weapon again, catching Chat Noir's foot and forcing him down hard on the roof. "Why is Chat Noir so dumb? Does he even know fifty plus fifty is a sum?"

Ladybug interjected before her partner could start arguing. "Fifty one and fifty one equal a hundred and two. We're going to stop you." She tossed her yo-yo at the villain a few times only have it deflected.

Chat Noir slammed his baton into Frightengale's as they both tried to shove the other off the roof. "My Lady, I need your help. Otherwise I'm going to go yelp." He pushed back the Akuma and spared a glance at his partner hoping she knew a good rhyme.

Frightengale laughed and continued lashing out and struck the heroes causing them to slide to the edge of the roof. Luckily their balance kept them from falling off the edge. "Looks like you two are about to lose. Now which one of you should I chose?"

She raised her weapon and pointed it at Ladybug. "You're annoying little polka dot. I'm going to destroy you without a thought!" The whip smashed the edge of the roof sending Ladybug falling towards the ground.

Chat Noir jumped after her while continuing to rhyme. "Don't worry Ladybug, I'll make sure you're safe and sound. I'm not going to let you hit the ground."

Frightengale watched in frustration as Chat Noir prevented his partner from going splat. As soon as she was on her feet, the two made a hasty retreat behind all the abandon cars.

The Akuma danced off the roof and used her weapon to help her get to the ground safely. Strutting through the frozen statues, she called out. "You two think you're so clever. But soon you'll be frozen forever!"

From behind a bus, the duo whispered to one another. "At first glance this battle doesn't appear to be in our favor. We can't let our confidence waver. Unless we advance everyone in France, will before forced to dance."

"You know whole heartedly I agree. What can we do if we don't want to flee?"

"If her weapons causes harm, then I'll counter it with my Lucky Charm!" The pink light flashed in the air as a pair of handcuffs fell into her hands. She looked at them trying to figure out what they were for.

"It seems we need to stick together. Can you still fight while we're tethered?"

"Of course I can. After all it's your plan. I just need to borrow your optimism to activate my Cataclysm!" His power manifested on his fingertips. Tying their legs together with her yo yo, so they would stay in sync. Only then, did they handcuff themselves, before they went after Frightengale.

After another rhyming battle, the microphone was destroyed and the akuma was released. Ladybug purified it and restore things to normal. Clara Nightingale thanked them so much for saving her. Chat suggested she change her video slightly, so everyone could be in it.

With Chloe now in the video, as part of a line of students wearing Ladybug and Chat Noir masks, filming took a short time and a few days later the video was an instant hit.


In Moldova, the poorest country in Europe, Milina Brantiti watched the video, a huge smile on her face. Adrien and Marinette looked so happy together in the video and Clara Nightingale's voice was superb. "I hope both of them managed to wiggle out of any trouble they might have been with Mr. Agreste."

Through her Kwami Charms, she had learned about the new costume designs Marinette had used to ensure their secret identities weren't exposed. Clara had loved them, but she had yet to learn what the original designer thought of the changes.

Exiting out of the video, Milina reread the email she had gotten from her bosses, about why she was in Moldova to begin with.

Moldova was a country with a lot of history. Throughout history the lands had been invaded or annexed as property of other countries. On August 27th 1991 declared its independence as its own country and it was no longer part of Soviet Union. Since its independence, the government had a rocky history between political parties.

Despite the rocky history, the country was working hard to create lasting relationships with the EU Council. It was also part of many international organizations including, the UN, WTO, and the BSEC. The relationship between Moldova and the UN Security Council was strong, as the country had helped with a variety of peace keeping missions, including Côte d'Ivoire and Georgia.

The reason she had been sent here was similar to her previous missions. To talk about reforming the Security Council, see the progress of the United Nations Development Program, and its continuing efforts to create better diplomatic ties to other Eastern European countries.

The government was stationed in the capital city of Chișinău, which she was currently in. She could probably finish her mission in a day or two. Right now, it was taking every ounce of control to remain in the city. There was a strong impulse to head south to the Cahul region, where several prominent vineyards and wineries had been established.

Milina slapped herself in the face lightly, in an attempt to focus. "I can't be distracted. This mission is very important and I can't get sidetracked." Ignoring the pain coming from her palm, Ms. Brantiti took a trolley bus to her first appointment of the day.

Her first meeting was with, the current Permanent Representative of Moldova, Victor Moraru. He was currently in his home country with his family for a few short weeks, before he returned to his post in New York.

She met the man at his office. He greeted her warmly enough, however there was an underlying tension between the two of them. It was obvious the man was not happy about having his vacation with his family interrupted by business, which could have waited until he went back to work.

"Ms. Brantiti, I'm glad to meet you. It is a great honor to have a member from the Security Council, her in Moldova. As you know, my country has always proven itself dedicated to help other on peace missions."

Ms. Brantiti acknowledged his statement. "The UN greatly admires Moldova's continuing efforts to not only help the world, but the country itself. I've come here today, because I know you are part of the group hoping to reform the Security Council."

Mr. Moraru spoke calmly, "Yes, I'm part of the group calling for reform. As you know, many countries have yet to serve on the Security Council, including my own. As the Security Council is now, the conflicts of the world are more complicated than the five permanent members can vote on."

"Does your country want to be admitted as a permanent or semi permanent if the reform comes to pass?"

"We'll settle for becoming a semi permanent on the Security Council. You should also be aware of my efforts in the General Assembly to get my country nominated for future membership on the Security Council."

"Of course. The Security Council desires many different perspectives in this changing world."

The meeting continued for an hour discussing the different mission objectives. They also discussed further needs to improve the HDI results and work on enforcing laws against human right's violations.

Next she traveled to the actual UNDP building in the capital to double check the information she acquired from Mr. Moraru matched their findings. After speaking to several different officials she had everything she needed to send a report back to her bosses.

In the privacy of her hotel room, Milina wrote up her report. She cited specific examples of progress she had seen. She also added the growing desire for Moldova to have a larger role in the UN as a whole.

After sending the report, she really wanted to rest, but knew she couldn't as long as the urge to go to the Cahul region was strong in her mind. "Please let Master Fu have solved this one."

Once the connection was established Wayzz was the first face she saw. "Ning, I wish you didn't have so many faces. It's hard to keep track of your many different identities. Unlike you, I don't have a photographic memory."

The young woman rolled her eyes and laughed. "Trust me, Wayzz, my memory can be both a blessing and a curse. I've seen and done things I wish I could forget."

Peering past the turtle, she saw Master Fu come into view. He had a very pleased look on his face. "Please tell me you figured out the latest riddle," she literally begged.

"With Wayzz's help, as the light the riddle referred to was the transformation magic, I learned CRMC stands for Civil Rights Miraculous Circle." By now his Apprentice was use to the shooting pain in her hand.

Once the pain was gone, he continued to patiently explain what he had learned. He knew what the abstract ideas for this Circle were, but he knew nothing of the Kwamiis animal appearances or what they're Miraculouses could be.

"The concepts for this Circle include; justice, equality, and liberty. The others are judgment, innocence, guilty, along with exoneration. I find this Circle to reflect well on the purpose of the Miraculouses creation."

"I can see why. Master Fu, is this the last Miraculous Circle that's lost or are there more?"

Fu dipped his head down as his eyebrows furled. "I cannot be certain Ning. This was the last riddle I found, but as you know the Miraculous Book, still holds many secrets inside of it. Only your mark, will let you know when your quest is over. Do you have any leads of where you need to go?"

She nodded and told him not to worry. She had passed four challenges, three trustworthy, and two bad tests. She was confident that whatever the last test was, she would pass it.


The Cahul region was about fifty miles away. She could take the bus to the area. The closer she got the mark would be able to point her way and she would know which bus to take to a specific town once she arrived at the regional terminal.

The next day, Milina arrived early to the terminal. Her body was exhausted and her medical problems were starting to affect her performance. It had taken her ten minutes longer to just to do her morning routine. Despite resting, she struggled to keep her eyes open.

"Focus! You can do this! You're an Apprentice and the Kwamiis chose you to find them. Don't get anxious Ning. You've trained for every type of situation. Whatever this test is or who the Keeper is, nothing will get in your way of completing this mission," she told herself under her breath before boarding the bus heading south.

Upon entering the region, the mark heated up quickly. A peek at her palm revealed which way she needed to go. Later, she switched buses and headed to the city of Comrat which was home to the oldest winery in the area, Comrat Wines. The winery was over a thousand years old!

The wines in this city were all red ones, and most of the product was exported to neighboring countries or abroad. It was ongoing effort to help bring critical economic wealth to the country and also, draw in more tourists. Moldova was the twentieth largest country to produce wine.

Upon arriving at the winery, she joined a tour group as they were lead around the vineyards and the winery itself. Milina paid close attention to the detailed history, hoping for a clue.

The group was lead into the winery where the wine was fermenting in large tanks. The tour guide was explaining that the wine would be fermenting in the tanks for different periods of time, depending on the vintage.

The guide asked the group to follow him to the cold storage area, where after the fermenting process, the wine was taken to get rid of the wine crystals, before going through a second fermenting.

On the way to the cold storage, Milina stopped. She felt someone's eyes on her and her mark was blazing hot. She took another step forward and felt the eyes tracking her. Turning around, she strolled towards the eyes.

She ended up in the office of the owner of the winery, who was waiting for her. He clapped his hands. "Well done, you're the first person, who's been able to track me down, after I eyeballed them myself."

"Are you the Keeper?" The owner nodded and explained the winery had been guarding the Miraculouses for years now. "After all, protecting magical items for a long time, is not different, then aging the perfect vintage."

"Very well, then. What's my test? Is it a challenge, trustworthy, or something bad?"

"That depends on your perspective. Judging by your appearance, this test might be considered bad to you."

The test was a dangerous and bad one in Peace Keepers mind. The owner had taken her into the wine cellar. Cellars in Moldovia could go for miles with up to a thousand bottles stored for aging. The Moldova winery "Milesti Mici" held the world record for the largest wine collection, a whopping two million bottles!

For her test, Peace Keeper would have to get drunk. Really drunk with a BAC level of 0.09%. Being this drunk would cause her to be even more lethargic, have balance issues, and blurred vision.

As soon as she was impaired, she was to start searching the entire cellar for a specific barrel, and use a code, to open it up and bring her prize back to the owner. The whole time she would be trying to function without hurting herself.

"I can't believe I'm doing this. I don't drink unless I have too, and now I have to get drunk and not end up injured or dead," Peace Keeper growled to herself as she drank the wine. It had a nice taste she supposed.

Finally, it was time for her to start her search. Because of her impairment, she could barely walk straight and it was getting harder to see the barrels. Peace Keeper walked a slow as she could with her one hand on the barrels to help keep her up.

It took nearly two hours, but she finally found the right barrel. Her head was pounding as tapped out a tune on the other barrels. The lid slide away revealing a transparent box.

She took her the box and headed to the boss. Peace Keeper, felt her mind starting to get confused. Only her intense training of controlling her mind and body, kept her from passing out. As soon as she reached the owner and he told her that she had been successful, she let herself finally crash.

The owner kindly put her up in his house for the next few days to recover from both a hangover and heal from the effects of the alcohol. On the third day, Peace Keeper felt well enough look at the Miraculouses she had found.

The first item she found was a shield shape badge with a blue lobster on it. The next item was a black and white wristlet with a zebra decorating part of it. The next two items had birds on them.

The light gold torc had bald eagle on it, while there was a great horn owl on a cloak. There was a silver pendent with a kinkajou displayed on it. A pair of green and brown gloves with a crocodile on them. Lastly, there was a wolverine styled broach.

After putting them and the Kwami Charms into the magic box, she felt the mark on her hand tingle, not burn. "That's weird. Why would it be tingling?"

Flipping her palm over, saw the mark had changed. There were two sets of letters. UMC and CZMC respectfully. Under the UMC there was a number one. Under the CZMC the word safe had appeared.

Ning snapped her fingers. She understood what the letters meant. "Universal Miraculous Circle. We know where all of them except the Peacock is. That one remains missing. CZMC stands for Chinese Zodiac Miraculous. All of them are accounted for so there's no reason to search for them."

This meant she had found all the missing Miraculous Circles! However, the quest wasn't over yet. She still had to return them to Master Fu and check to see if all the Kwamiis were okay. As soon as she could, she was taking the next flight to Paris.


It was a beautiful afternoon in Paris. Ms. Bustier class had finished reading the two Percy Jackson books they were assigned. The books had been a lot of fun to read and most of the class wanted to read the complete series.

Some students went to the public library to check out the remaining books. Others went to stores to purchase them. Adrien and Marinette had gone to her house to order the books online and have them mailed to her address.

Marinette was filling out the order form for all the books Rick Riordan had written so far, because Tikki had advised her that it would be helpful in the future. "You never know what Hawkmoth will use for inspiration to create an akuma. Also, you can see how the characters solve problems with mythological foes."

Plagg, who was balanced on Adrien's shoulder, took a bite out of his cheese and was kicking his little legs in joy. Once he swallowed his food he commented on the books as well. "Humans can come up with some crazy ideas, but that doesn't mean they aren't smart."

Marinette was about to add her parents' credit card number to the form then paused. She turned her head to look up at her boyfriend, with a very puzzled expression on her face."Why can't you order your own set of books? Not to mention, why do the books have to be delivered to my place?"

Adrien made a face. "My father keeps track of my online purchases and any mail sent to me. If he found out I ordered fantasy books to read for fun, he just send them back. He says the only books I need to read are non-fiction."

Marinette pursed her lips. Why would such a brilliant designer, who drew inspiration from the whole world, including fantasy themes, be heavily against his son reading those types of books?

The blond continued to speak. "I promised to pay your parents back. I even insisted before they relented. I'm lucky I can come over anytime I want to read my copies here."

He couldn't risk his father finding out he disobeyed his rules. His father might do more then send the books back. He could take away the privileges he had earned if his father wanted too.

Finally the books were ordered and the two went up to the balcony so Marinette could tend to her plants. "It always amazes me how beautiful the view from up here is."

"It would be easier for me to transform without risk of falling out my window to escape, if I had a balcony."

They went to kiss each other, when Marinette's phone rang. It was Alya. "Hey Alya, how are you? Please tell me there's not an Akuma attack going on?"

"Not this time. I just wanted to share a video with you! The coolest thing happened here at the library! Someone finally stood up to Chloe and gave her a smack down. Here, look at it!"

Marinette angled her phone so her boyfriend and the Kwamiis could watch the video. It showed Chloe with her hands on her hips and shouting at Sabrina, who had the remaining three books for the Percy Jackson series, in her arms.

"You've been here picking some trashy books to read, instead of coming over to my place and helping me do my homework? Where are your priorities Sabrina?!"

Sabrina tried to make herself smaller. She was trembling as she clutched the books to her chest. "I was go…go…going to your home...after…I…checked out these books. I wanted to read them in my free time."

Chloe threw her head back and laughed. "You, wanting something? Oh that's so adorable Sabrina." Then Chloe ripped the books out of Sabrina's hands and tossed them to the floor, where they made a loud bang.

"When exactly do you think you would have free time to read? After all, were best friends and we do everything together, right? I think you helping me with my shopping would be a lot more fun, then these books." To emphasize, she kicked one of the books under a table.

Footsteps could be heard and new person entered the video. It was the librarian and she didn't look pleased at all with the way Chloe was treating the books. "Books are for reading, not to be used as a ball." She bent down and retrieved the books. "Any damage to the books and you will have to pay the cost of replacing them."

Chloe glowered at the woman and raised her voice even more. "Do you know who I am?"

"You could be Queen of England, and you would still have to pay a fine. Also, you are disturbing the other patrons with your shouting. Either speak in a softer tone and handle the books properly, or I'm going to ask you to leave."

Chloe stomped her feet and crossed her arms. "Listen here, I'm the mayor's daughter. You can't threaten me. I'll just call my father and he'll have you fired in minutes."

Chloe's threat didn't faze the librarian. "Your father is a public servant same as me. We serve the city and if he fired me, the media would show your father taking advantage of his position, to enforce power over a much needed public servant."

Chloe was shocked that someone stood up to her. Angrily, she reached to dial her phone, only for it to be taken away by a security guard, who had arrived to find out what all the commotion was about. "Give that back right now! If you don't I'm going to…"

"Enough young lady. Either leave now or I will escort you out of the premises."

Chloe was enraged so much, she pushed the guard back. Enough was enough. The security guard took a hold of both the brat's arms and escorted her out of the building.

The video ended and Alya was laughing softly. "Can you believe it? Someone finally stood up to Chloe and if her father tries anything, they have the tape to prove her actions warranted her removal."

"We can only hope that this event inspires others to stand up to Chloe." Adrien nodded his head, thinking it was about time his friend learned, if she continued to throw tantrums, there would be consequences.