Thousands of years ago in Ancient China, sometime around the years of 2070 to 221 BC:

War is raging, there is no rest. Citizens are being forcibly conscripted, some put to the death for their defiance of the emperor. The emperor seeing that he needs to drill into his subjects an utter fear and reverence of him decides to stay his hand. The prisoners are released, though he has no intention of letting them live. As they scurry off, his marksmen are ready, arrows poised. A few shots rang out and there is blood in the fields. A child cries as she is flogged.

"The Emperor is the son of the gods! You will obey the Emperor or you shall feel heaven's wrath!" so his guards declare. Hearing that the crowd grows silent. This meekness greatly pleases the emperor. Having his ego stroked he soon retires to his bedchambers. The people outside, though tired of his rule dare not oppose him when thousands of fully armed soldiers stand at his behest. Starved and in fear they return to their work, plowing his fields.

"This is the 23 time they've gathered like this, oh great Emperor."

"You dare pester the Emperor with trivial concerns?"

"Don't you feel it as well, great general?"

"Bah! What can these peasants hope to do?"

"I wonder… after all the times we made an example of them they keep on coming back, ever more determined than the last."

"You think the next time they're going to attack instead?"

"Yes, I am certain of it."

The general laughs.

"Don't joke with me. There's no way those peasants can deal with us, the best of the best when it comes to the Emperor's royal guards. Oh, I see you truly do mean it. Very well. Might I suggest we take the fight to them instead?"

"Yes, but we need to know who to strike…"

"Hmm…"

Somewhere in a wooden shaft a man is busy tending to the fire. Soon the people will come to him again for guidance. The time draws near he realizes. By the next dawn his head will be on a platter. He tries to think of a way to get out of the situation. Then an ideal comes to him. He walks over to a box containing an assortment of gifts the villagers left him. A ring, a necklace, a pair of earrings, a bracelet, a hair comb along with two brooches. He places them in the center of his study. Closing his eyes and focusing, he begins to recite various prayers.

If my hunch is correct, magick is really the effects of the embodiments of abstraction upon the physical plane. I just need to align the Yin and Yang energies of each correspondent abstraction. Hm. This earring. This must've taken a lot of work to make, such a fine exquisite metal workmanship. Oh? A ladybug is in this room with me. That must mean I have good luck. This ring… the last person who held this became the laughingstock of his villa and all his family died. There is nothing but bad luck and destruction for those who wear this ring.

Reminsing about the past of the various items that had been given to him, the man started pacing before placing a kagatama on the opposite side of the room.

That necklace. I had intended to give to my love but she caught an uncurable illness. I almost wander if that necklace is cursed just like this ring- no. I mustn't forget. I was too ambitious for my own good at the time. This brooch. Worn by a general so loved by the people for his kindness, it's a shame he had to part from it.

The man's eyes teared up and as he looked at the last brooch, he felt a surge of emotions swell and then he started sobbing uncontrollably.

"Why? Why did this all have to happen? What did we do wrong?"

Now pounding the floor the man start convulsing.

"How? How are we suppose to survive this? If there is truly a just god, please answer me! Show me the way to save our people! Better yet, help me begin a legacy that will ensure the betterman of all mankind. We humans have no need for such evil!"

As if a prayer was being answered light surrounded the man. Feeling a sensation of peace he saw 3. No 5 strange looking creatures starting to materialize in front of him.

"What are you?" he asked.

"We are kwamis and we are the embodiment of abstraction. Long have we watched you, you humans as you developed. We have lived since time immemorial. We cannot die and we have heard your prayer all the same. Just like you, we desire that humans live not in fear, but with love and tranquility. The scourge of evil must be purged."

The man's eyes narrowed and he shouted.

"If you say you love humans just as well, why haven't you done anything? The Emperor. Do you know how many people he's killed?"

"Yes," said one in particular who sort of looked like a ladybug. "We are aware."

"But there is nothing we can do." Another replied. This one looked like a cat.

"We're not able to physically interact with your world." A kappa kwami spoke.

"All we can do at most is stir people to action." So said the fox kwami.

"Then I will help you. You say you are unable to interact with my world physically? I am a mage. With your cooperation I shall build a bridge from your world to my own."

The man takes a hold of the various jewels.

"See these jewels here? These shall be the means by which you may stay manifest in this world to do good as you say pleases you to do so."

"We do, we do."

"Then let us begin"

Back at the emperor's palace:

The guards are laughing merrily, the emperor has awoken from his slumber and he decides he wants to go and get himself a drink. As he is walking he sees a beautiful lady walk on by.

"You! You there. Why do you not bow to me, your Emperor?"

Startled the woman turns around.

"I'll have to teach you not to mess with your Emperor."

"You'll be Emperor no more!" a strange voice calls out.

"Who's there! Intruder show yourself."

The guards are tensed. Before they can act however an army of peasants start rushing them. Though they are military trained, for some reason these peasants are far too powerful, as if they had become superhumans. A blood bath ensues and by the end of it, the emperor is dead. The man who led them, now tired closes his eyes as if in peace.

"These jewels…What we needed the most was a miracle. I shall call them, the Miraculous."

After the fall of the evil emperor the man who had freed Ancient China would then go on to found his own order. It was called the Order of the Miraculous. There he taught his pupils and soon a tradition was formed where potential candidates were selected, taken from their families to train, and then released back to do good in the world. Some of them were hesistant but he assured their parents their children would become the beacons that held the light of humanity together. After a while he died, but by then his work had already been finished. To make sure his followers would not be lost way after his death, the man left behind a spellbook containing all he knew about the Miraculous and the Kwamis.

Back at present time:

"And that is how the Miraculous were made"

"I see. So the Miraculous truly were made for the betterment of humanity." Narue exclaimed.

"Yes. That emperor was an evil man but he was also a fool. He thought he could control the gods, the heavens. Retribution came upon him."

"Wait, Wayzz." The chief held his right palm out, wiggling his fingers. "You say this Ancient Chinese mage took out 5 gems which became the first 5 Miraculous. Were there any more that were created?"

"Yes, but I doubt you will get to see most of them, that is unless one of your kind is a mage as well. It's been a while since a human mage has been born. Most of you humans say that anyone can use magick. This is simply not truly."

"it isn't?" asked Chijinda.

"Indeed it is not." Trixx replied. "Just like how your psychic powers are genetically derived so too can only a select few utilize true magick and not just some denial of truth."

"I- I see."

"Uh-huh. Okay. From what I'm gathering after this Ancient Chinese mage died his legacy, that is the Order of the Miraculous would continue on. They would select individuals to be come the next Miraculous holders. In other words those Miraculous holders were chosen. Can you tell us what were the requirements for a person to be chosen by this Order?" The chief asked.

"Strength of mind, strength of soul, of heat, compassion and goodwill and occasionally strength of body." Wayzz answered. "Of course being humans, the members of the Order of the Miraculous did occasionally made a couple of mistakes when handing out their Miraculous but those mistakes were easily remedied."

The chief shook his head.

"Unbelievable. If these jewels are what allowed that man to take on an entire legion without any modern technology, imagine the harm that could be done if those girls at the Society had even one of their own. It would be a catastrophe."

"Relax chief. Narue and I will make sure that doesn't happen."

"Wait." Narue interrupted. "You said the members of the Order of the Miraculous are the ones who go about choosing people to become the next Miraculous holder, but Chijinda and I were never approached by anyone nor did you mentioned about this Order until now. What gives?"

"Yeah. Since we were never initiated into your Order, wouldn't that make us unworthy to wear these things?" Chijinda agreed.

"Oh, occasionally a Miracuolus or two gets lost and then discovered by someone who was not selected by the Order of the Miraculous. Whenever that happens, the Order will usually try to retrieve it but there are some exceptions." Trixx explained.

"Such as?"

"The only reason why the Order selects its users as they do so is to ensure that the Miraculous do not fall into the wrong hands. It allows for a controlled experiment. Imagine what would happen if a thug found my Miraculous instead of you Chijinda."

Chijinda nodded.

"Of course, someone who is not chosen prove themselves of their heroism, then they will be allowed to keep the Miraculous until they go rogue."

"And as for why no member of the Order of the Miraculous has come here yet… let's just say it was the wish of the last Guardian of the Miraculous that it be that way." Wayzz elaborated.

"Wait. What's a Guardian of the Miraculous?" Chijinda asked.

"That is the title given to the one in charge of maintain and protecting the Miraculous and all its secrets. Their jobs include teaching others how to use the Miraculous and the distribution of them as well. In other words you can think of them as the leader of the Order of the Miraculous." Wayzz responded.

"This is nice and all, but I would like to know why this Guardian decided to break from tradition."

It was a question that drew upon the faces of Chijinda and Narue as well.

"How do you know for sure we are worthy?" Chijinda asked.

"Because, because you remind us of them." Trixx began.

"Of who?"

Gleaming with joy, Wayzz held his chubby little arms up

"Of the greatest two Miraculous holders to ever live, the Parisian Ladybug and Catnoir"