I opened my eyes. I seemed to be… INSIDE THE BOOK?

Yes, there was no mistaking. The symbols were all around me. The illustrations of the weird people in costumes were around me. Except… they were moving. And they were 3D.

"Who are you? Where am I?" I asked the person nearest to me, a woman with an orange costume. She seemed to be practising advanced fighting techniques with an orange flute she was holding. She wasn't fighting anyone, just jabbing at air and making "Hi-yah!" sounds.

She didn't respond.

I asked the next person, a rabbit-like boy who was sitting on the floor, meditating. A white and blue umbrella was by his side.

There was girl next to him. This girl, however, wasn't in a costume. But a strange creature was next to her. She and the creature were laughing. The creature was a miniature turtle.

Suddenly, a voice boomed across this whole place.

"Greetings, human." The voice whispered.

I crouched behind the meditating boy, cowering.

"Do not fear, human. I am not here to do you harm." The voice spoke.

I nodded. "Are you an alien?"

"No. I am just a voice. I do not have a mind of my own, and I am only saying what your kind has programmed me to say."

"So… you're like a robot? Other humans before me programmed you to say this?" I whispered.

"Yes." It said.

And then, I realised how robotic the voice actually did sound. "By the way, how come if you were made and programmed by ancient people, you speak normally and modernally? Like, not like thou, ye, you know.."

"I observe humans as they evolve and become more sophisticated. As the world changes, I change. Even now, I am analysing your language and categorising it as how people on your region of the earth speaks. I know many other languages, too. Comme le Francais, par example. Je suis tres intelligent."

I giggled.

"I acknowledge that laughing is a human gesture to indicate humour. But I am not aware of what is causing you to laugh."

"Nothing. Nothing." I dismissed. "Well, do you mind telling me what's going on?"

"Ah. Well, yes. You are chosen to be a miraculous holder."

"Ok, wait, come again? What?" I blinked. "Say it a little slower, and grammatically making sense."

"Yooooouuuuu. Aaaaaare. Chooooooooosssssssssseeeeeeeeeennnnnnnnn. TTTTTTooooo. BBBBBeeeeee. Aaaaaa. MMMMMMiiiirrrraaaccccuuuulllooouuuussss. HHHHHolllllddddeeeerrrr." It said, incredibly slowly.

I sighed. "Maybe explain further? That doesn't make any sense. How can someone hold miraculousness?"

"No. A Miraculous."

"A miraculous? Miraculous is an adjective. I don't know what slang person's language you've been analysing and copying, because it doesn't make sense."

"A miraculous is a magic jewel bestowing extraordinary powers. Long ago, they were made. Humans throughout generations have used these jewels for the greater good. The most powerful are the Ladybug miraculous, and the Cat miraculous."

"AHHH. That explains these weird people. They are miraculous holders from the past, right? Are any of them alive now?"

"Yes. Two of them." The voice said. I swear it said it sadly, almost in a stern and serious voice. If this thing could convey emotions. "This place contains all of the miraculous holders, even till the end of time. But the only ones here who are alive right now are you, and…"

"Who?"

It didn't respond.

"WHO? WHO!? WHOO!?" I growled.

"I must be mistaken. I believed that 'hoo, hoo' was a sound that owls make. I cannot process why this human is trying to imitate one of those creatures." It spoke.

"No, WHO! WHICH human who is alive now and has a miraculous holder other than me!?" I groaned.

"A supervillain."

"Huh?"

"The Wolf."

"Um, sorry to burst your bubble, robot dude, but who is the wolf!?"

"The supervillain that will use her miraculous tomorrow. That is why I am telling you this now, so you are ready, and know what to do and expect."

"Wh-wh-what?"

"Lilly Cane, I wouldn't make you do this if there was another option. I did not want to interfere and corrupt an innocent eleven year old's life if I didn't have to."

"No, no, no! I'm not innocent! I'm ready for this! I want to fight evil!"

"You are aware of the consequences? You must not tell anyone else your secret identity as a superhero. You must not give up your miraculous. Whatever happens, whatever supervillains make you endure, you are not allowed to give up your miraculous."

"Right. Want me to, like, do some sort of promise on that?"

"No. I trust you. No matter what happens."

I nodded. "I'm ready."

Suddenly, a box came down from the sky.

Well, I didn't mention, there is no sky. This whole place is just white, and bare.

The box was glowing. It was shining. Rays of light emanated from it.

"Take one of the boxes in one of the slots." The robot's voice said.

"Which one?"

"Any. But not the two at the top. You aren't ready for either of those. They are the Ladybug and the Cat."

"Okay." I nodded. I reached for one of the slots and grabbed the box. Closing my eyes, ready to expect anything, I opened the box.

Suddenly, a blur whizzes around me. It was a creature. It was a… CHICKEN!?

"HEY!" I huffed.

"HAR. HAR. HAR. HAR." The robot droned.

"Your lame attempt at laughing like a human makes you look like the fool now." I crossed my arms angrily. "Why did you have to make me take the chicken?"

"Because it was funny. Har. Har." The voice spoke. "As well as trying to make a fool of you because it was funny, I also did it because it is powerful. Not as powerful as the Ladybug and Cat, but still powerful. Do not underestimate any miraculous, not even the skunk or donkey one."

I sighed, nodding.

"Hello, mistress. I am Orikko, the chicken kwami. To transform, say Orikko, feathers on!" the little kwami smiled. Her feathers were fiery-orange. Her beak was blazing red.

I nodded, and transformed. I smiled, admiring my new outfit. My outfit had the same sort of fiery colours as Orikko.

"I wanna be called Flame." I giggled.

"Flame is an adequate name, , although my database indicates that the previous miraculous holders that have been successful have an adjective before a noun in their name." the book said.

"Um… right. I'll be Fiery Flame." I grinned. "Oh, by the way, where am I?"

"You are inside the grimoire."

"The what now?"

"I have developed abilities to connect to the internet, so here is it's definition, according to the first website. a book of magic spells and invocations. There.

"Right. So you are the grimoire. And I'm inside it?"

"Yes. You can leave anytime, and come back into here any time as well. Goodbye for now."

"Goodbye!" I waved, opening my eyes and finding myself back where I was before. It was two thirty. I got a few hours of sleep before I was woken up at six fifteen to get to school.

After school, when I got home, it was all over the news. A SUPERVILLAIN.

The Wolf.

That's what she called herself.

She started causing chaos, hurting innocent people and destroying buildings just to get my attention. When I came and fought her…

Let's just say you'd faint if you saw us fight.

She had A WHIP.

AWHIP.

AWHIPAWHIPAWHIPANACTUALREALWHIP

Like, a proper, DEATHLY whip.

Yes, it hit me a few times.

What am I saying!? I'm covered all over in scars.

All I had was lame wings to fly.

And I could blast feathers with my hand.

Ughhhh