Reminder, no information about season four, please.
It had taken a few days to her superiors' approval and to book a flight, but Ning was finally in Paris once more. Having settled in the guest bedroom, Ning was currently reading the journal on past wielders of the Peacock Miraculous.
Currently, she was on the chapter about a wielder named Kwan-yin. During the year 1608, The British East India Company, arrived in India to start trading for spices. Sensing the Europeans were up to no good, Kwan-yin attempted to drive them out before they could gain any ground.
Ning read the journal out loud to Honorra, who had joined her in the bedroom, and was listening with rapt attention. She loved hearing about how her "cousins" had helped dozens of humans become honorable heroes.
"August 24, 1610. The traders have been coming here for two years now. Every day I see the greed in their eyes getting bigger. Their hands are always on their weapons, ready to use them at the slightest provocation.
A few of my countrymen have realized the British are getting close to Mughal Emperor Jahangir. He is listening to them more often than his advisors. I must do something to convince him the British are a danger to our people.
August 30, 1610. Today a fight broke out at the trading post. The merchants claimed the British were not paying the full amount for their goods. The traders argued they were paying the price the goods actually were worth.
Once the fighting started, I slipped away to transform. Duusu encouraged me to quell the fight. She feared someone might be fatally wounded if the fight continued. I know that would be difficult with how many were involved in the fight. Still, I vowed to do my best.
As Kwan-yin, I approached the trading post, I noticed the fighting had gotten worse. No one had arrived yet to break up the fighting parties. I could see people on the ground bleeding or some with crooked limbs. I needed to act quickly."
Ning coughed a few times before placing the journal on the nightstand. "I think that's enough for now."
"You can't stop the story there! I need to know what happened next," Honorra urged the young lady to continue reading.
"You will learn what occurs next later. I need my rest Honorra. Hopefully, I can get some sleep and wake up as myself."
Honorra pouted for a few seconds then left the room to allow Ning to sleep. Yawning loudly, the young woman placed her head on the pillow and tried to sleep.
A little while later, Ning found herself in India. She knew that because she recognized a species of tree that only grew in India. "Am I dreaming or is this a vision of the past?" she pondered.
She attempted to look at herself only for her body to ignore her commands. Instead, she felt her body moving closer to the sounds of violence nearby. As she got closer her mind seemed to get pushed out of her body.
Her astral self floated above what she thought had been her body. Looking down, she saw that she had been inhabiting Kwan-yin's body.
The costume was a long blue robe with a white shawl with an attached hood partially covering the face. The shoes stuck out from under the blue robe. A thin white belt went around the midsection. Attached to the belt were peacock feathers.
Kwan-yin held the fan in his hand. His lips thinned at the sight in front of him. He jumped into the fray and went about separating the two sides.
He cut through the center using his fan to separate the fighters. With his superior strength, he easily tossed the British traders to one side of the post. Turning around, a single look was enough for his countrymen to back away.
He gathered the injured in the center of the post and swiftly healed them with his peacock feathers. The healed men scrambled to their sides of the post.
"There will be no more fighting today!" Kwan-yin bellowed out. "I understand the trading between parties can be stressful. However, that does not excuse any of you for becoming savage animals."
Both parties appeared to look ashamed of their behavior. From above, Ning saw that one of the British traders had his hand gripping his weapon forcefully. He must have been the leader because he called out to his men, they followed him back to their ship.
The spice traders thanked Kwan-yin for his help and returned to their business. As the hero left, she noticed how he stared at the ship before leaving. She had a bad feeling something was going to happen later.
Ning forced herself out of the vision. When her sight cleared she discovered she was no longer in the bedroom. Instead, she was on top of the kitchen table. Her father, Wayzz, and Honorra, shared the same concerned expression.
Climbing down from the table, she looked at the ground. "How long was I stuck in the vision?" she asked quietly.
"Nearly fifteen minutes," her father replied softly. "You were not acting like yourself. I became extremely worried when you started to speak of harming someone."
Ning blinked and looked at the Kwamiis. Both of them dipped their heads in agreement with what she had said. Honorra seemed to be tremendously puzzled about the words she had said.
"You were acting like you were Kwan-yin. I suspected that was the case because his entries were what you had read last," the little magpie explained. Her eyes dropped slightly as she continued.
"When you came into the kitchen, you started to change. Your voice was colder, your posture angry, and of course when you drew the lantern," she said pointing at the paper lantern in Ning's hand, "you started to fold it in a way that made it extremely sharp."
"It wasn't like that in my vision. I, no, Kwan-yin, was walking away from a fight when I came out of the vision."
Wayzz explained that it appeared to them that she was heading into a fight and was ready to strike someone down.
Master Fu fetched the journal and brought it to the table. They read the entry for the next day. There was nothing about a second fight.
The entry stated that things were back to normal at the trading post as the British traders had left the night before. That didn't sit right with the future Great Guardian.
She noticed a tiny brown speck next to the date of the entry. On a hunch, she checked a few more entries by this wielder. None of the remaining entries mentioned a clash with the people from Great Britain.
"Father, I need your help. I need to see that vision again. I think the journal's missing something." He started to ask what that was when she stopped him. She would answer his question after she had seen the whole vision.
With her father's help and Duusu's Kwami Charm, the secret UN agent slipped back into the vision.
It was nighttime and Kwan-yin was on a roof of the trading post looking down at the boat. In the candlelight, he saw the traders talking quietly with each other.
The hero appeared to be contemplating something. When the traders got really loud, the man shot off the roof and landed on the deck of the boat.
The crew turned towards the hero. Their leader had his hand on his gun. He roared that he would open fire if the intruder didn't get off the boat right this minute.
Kwan-yin didn't listen. He called out at the leader. Telling him to leave the port and never come back. If he refused, the consequences would be dire.
The two leaders yelled back and forth. Extremely angry, the leader fired his gun at the hero, who dodged out of the way. Several shots rang out as the hero managed to dodge the ammunition.
Kwan-yin extended his fan as he leaped at the leader. The man couldn't defend himself as the sharpened edge severed his artery. Kwan-yin disregarded the bleeding man. He went after every trader until the deck was covered in blood.
Ning pulled herself out of the vision and sat up. The others looked at her wondering what she saw. "Kwan-yin lied in his entries. He killed the British traders who came to his country."
Fu was shocked to hear this. The Order had assured him that any bad wielders were dealt with swiftly. That he could trust the journal entries to help guide him in picking potential wielders.
So how had this wielder gotten away with lying?
At a nearby school, College Voltaire, the Foreign Language teacher, Mr. Chase, was trying to get his students under control. He had been teaching them English and how to speak it properly.
What he hadn't expected was his students deciding to start cussing at each other. He whacked his ruler on top of his desk. "That is enough! You are here to learn to speak a foreign language properly. Not hurl insults at each other."
A male student in the back called out, "But learning cuss words in other languages is fun! It's funny watching people who speak a different language not understanding when they're being insulted."
Another student, a girl sitting in the middle piped up. "Cuss words are the easiest to pick up on. You don't have to worry about tenses or if you're speaking grammatically correct."
Mr. Chase rapped his desk again with his ruler. "Everyone stop talking!" The class hushed up quickly. "In my classroom, we don't use such foul language. Now, please pay attention."
Turning to the whiteboard he started to explain the difference between slang and proper words. "Slang is the misuse of words. They corrupt the language by changing the meaning of the word. Often these words are misspelled or fade out over time."
He wrote the words ace, deck, and salt. "The proper meanings of these words have been distorted over time. Ace referred to a playing card. Deck was what you called the floors on a ship, and salt is a spice."
"Their new meanings are weakly related to their original purpose. Ace is now used to describe a person who is not attracted to any gender. Deck is used to describe either knocking someone down or dressing up."
"Salt is being misused by describing a story where a character acts extremely harshly or rudely to another person. This new definition is based on the taste of salt."
He turned to face the class to continue explaining why slang terms should not be used in any conversation. Instead of taking notes quietly, the class was whispering to each other about slang words they heard of.
Once more, he used his ruler to bring the attention back to him. This was getting annoying. "This is not discussion time. You are to take notes, not gossip! Let's get back to learning."
Turning his back to the class, he continued to lecture them. "Now jargon is different from slang. Slang is an informal use of made-up words. Jargon is different because the words relate to an occupation. One occupation that uses jargon is computer programming."
"The following words are considered jargon. Hyperlink, ping, and YPN. Can anyone tell me what those words mean?"
No one answered him and turning around he once again saw most of the students talking instead of taking notes. He gripped his ruler in frustration. Why couldn't these kids do what he asked?
He suspected that their parents wouldn't even discipline them if called them to inform them of their child's talkative nature. These days, parents were far too lenient to their trouble making children.
No one saw the akuma merge with the ruler. Mr. Chase's face went blank as he heard Hawkmoth's voice in his head.
"Discipliner, I am Hawkmoth. Your ungrateful students need to be reminded that you are in charge of the class. I can give you the power to ensure each student is properly disciplined. In exchange, all I ask is for is Ladybug and Chat Noir's Miraculouses."
"It shall be done," Mr. Chase whispered in a frosty tone. The dark purple and black smoke covered his body. His students were frozen in place as they saw their teacher transform into an Akuma.
The man's skin had gone from sun-kissed to pure black. His eyes were gold-colored as a delicate navy butterfly mask covered his face. He was wearing a long navy robe with gold buttons. An intricate silver headdress was on his head. In his hands, he held a glowing white staff.
"I am Discipliner! You have refused to obey my rules. Now I will force you to!" he pointed his staff at a girl in the first row. "I command you to stop talking until I tell you otherwise."
The girl clutched her throat. She felt something clamping on her vocal cords making her mute. Tears filled her eyes as she tried to speak only to be unable to.
Discipliner turned his attention to three rowdy boys in the back. Waving his staff he called out "I command you to write a thousand lines apologizing for disrespecting your teacher during class!"
The boys found themselves walking up the board and starting writing an apology on the board. The kids wondered what would happen if they couldn't do a thousand lines on the semi-sized board.
As the other students tried to flee they all got zapped. Each of their punishments was classic methods of discipline. Cleaning the classroom, removing gum from under desks, or being made to sit in the corner.
There was also one painful punishment that all students were getting by invisible floating hands. They were all getting spanked over and over for misbehaving. Anyone who cried got spanked harder.
Discipliner left the classroom and headed towards a neighboring class. Inside the room, the chemistry teacher was explaining the safety rules to the class. At one desk, two people were talking to each other instead of listening to the teacher.
He busted down the door and waved his staff at the talking students. "I command you to pay attention to your teacher!" The two students nearly had their heads come loose from their spines as they were forced to look at their trembling teacher.
Discipliner focused his sight on several students who were pushing each other as they tried to get away from him. "Why do you insist on these shenanigans? I command you to line up straight in alphabetical order!"
There was the sound of bones grinding against each other as the students were forced to stand as straight as possible. Some of them were whimpering in pain.
Discipliner nodded in delight. This was how students should be acting. He left the classroom and headed to another class. By now everyone knew about the Akuma.
Teachers were barricading their classrooms. Students who had been in the halls for various reasons hid behind garbage cans. Not everyone managed to hide as they watched their classmates being commanded to throw away items, such as their phones or headscarves.
The butterfly mask appeared over Discipliner's eyes. "Excellent work Discipliner. You have the students behaving properly. Now, I need you to get the Miraculouses for me."
"Don't worry, Hawkmoth. Ladybug and Chat Noir will be forced to do as I say," the Akuma growled. He headed up to the roof to watch for the heroes.
Ladybug and Chat Noir were finally on their way to College Voltaire. It had taken some time to slip away from the school. "Thank the stars that Ms. Bustier finally left us to study on our own in the library."
"Helicopter teachers are worse than helicopter parents," Chat Noir joked. Then he looked serious and asked if there was any information on the Akuma.
"Not much. Just that the Akuma's name is Discipliner and that he's at College Voltaire. We need to be extra cautious Chat. We don't know the school at all."
Chat's eyes narrowed as he landed on the next roof. "We may not have to worry about the school itself. The Akuma's on the roof. Let's get him!"
"Right behind you!"
The heroes made it to the school roof and got in their fighting stances. While Chat made a joke about the Akuma, she was studying him. She needed to make sure she didn't make a mistake where the akuma was hiding again.
"You two should be in school minding your teachers! Not playing dress up or little toys," Discipliner snarled at them. He aimed his staff at Ladybug. "Turn over your…!"
Ladybug didn't give him a chance to finish his sentence. She tossed the yoyo at his head and the Akuma ducked. Not letting up, she kept flicking her weapon out trying to land a hit.
Discipliner was getting angry. "You don't throw things at your teachers you brats! I'm confiscating your Miraculouses right now." He charged at the heroes with his staff aimed at them.
Chat Noir met the charge and extended his baton enough to jump over the charging Akuma. He then extended the staff backward knocking the charging Akuma to the ground.
However, he didn't lose hold of his staff. Despite his position, he aimed it at Ladybug. "I command you to give up your yoyo!"
Ladybug didn't feel anything touching her, but she dropped her yoyo on the ground. Unable to pick it back up she turned to hand-to-hand combat.
She swung a punch and did some kicks, but the Akuma kept his grip on his staff, meaning it had to be the akumatized item.
Discipliner managed to grab Ladybug's arm and flung her over the roof. Without her yoyo, she couldn't slow her fall.
That's when she was rescued by Chat, who was clumsily using her yoyo to swing to her rescue. "I've got you, My Lady. You're going to be okay."
They landed back on the roof and the fighting started all over again. The heroes dodged about, but they couldn't determine how far Discipliner's powers extended.
That meant they couldn't get too close. Also, Ladybug couldn't take back her yoyo without dropping it. They needed to end this quickly.
"My Lady, it's time for a lucky charm."
She was about to argue she couldn't when her partner tossed the yoyo high in the air. "Lucky Charm!" she called out, hoping the magic would respond to her voice.
In a flash of pink light, a dry board eraser landed in her hand. What was she supposed to do with this?
Her vision highlighted the roof, Discipliner's staff, and Chat Noir's baton along with the eraser. Of course! That was the answer.
"Hey, Discipliner, why do we have to follow your rules? Shouldn't you be punishing yourself for misuse of power?" the spotted heroine taunted him.
"Children should be seen not heard!" the Akuma declared. "Also, they shouldn't steal from their teachers! Give that eraser now!"
Smirking, Ladybug kicked the eraser across the slick roof. It went past him and the Akuma chased after it. As he bent down to pick it up, Chat Noir used his baton to knock the Akuma off his feet.
The staff went flying into Ladybug's hands and she broke it over her knee. Chat Noir stepped in to perform the purification and restoration of the city.
Mr. Chase looked dazed as he sat up on the roof. "What am I doing here?" he noticed the heroes out of the corner of his eye. "Ladybug? Chat Noir? What are you doing here? Is there an Akuma in the school?!"
"Not anymore sir. If I might ask, what upset you enough to be akumatized?" Chat Noir asked making Mr. Chase realize he had been the victim.
Mr. Chase explained the situation. He should never let his anger get the better of him. He needed to apologize to his students. The heroes left, but only to another rooftop.
Plagg and Tikki needed to recharge before the kids could head back to school. Besides, they were waiting on someone to get back.
Swirrly was keeping an eye on Mr. Chase's students from a filing cabinet near the door. The kids were whispering to each other as they talked about their recent experiences.
Some of them wondered if Mr. Chase would still be angry at them. They hadn't meant to get their teacher akumatized. Their school was several blocks away from the college Hawkmoth usually targeted.
Even if Hawkmoth hadn't targeted this school before, it was still a bad idea to get a teacher angry no matter what the circumstances.
"Their good kids, they just need a gentle reminder of why they need to speak respectfully to their teacher." Clapping her flippers, she activated her power. "Pathos!"
In a speech, pathos was used to create an emotional response, such as sorrow or compassion, through the use of words. Her power swept across the students persuading them to see things from their teacher's point of view.
When Mr. Chase returned to his classroom his students apologized to him one by one. Content with the students' responses, the little whale kwami slipped away. She was starving for some fresh bologna.
Marinette was relieved that she and Adrien had made it back to the library before the period ended. Hopefully, no one had noticed their absence. It was harder to come up with excuses to explain where they disappeared too during attacks.
Inside Marinette's purse, Tikki was laying down a few rules for Swirrly. "You can't finish the assignments for her. You can't give her the answer either. She needs to learn how to speak and write in other languages."
Swirrly swished her tail at her "cousin." "Remember what the Great Guardian said Tikki. The kids are barely managing to keep up with their studies and be superheroes. Master Fu wants us to help ease their burden just a tad."
"I know that. I don't want my wielder's grades to suffer because of her responsibilities. At the same time, she can't cheat!"
"Nice to know that Honorra was right about you. You really like being in control of everything."
Meanwhile, in Adrien's bag, Plagg was having a much easier time dealing with Slurrpy. When he wasn't being very studious, he was a lively companion to have fun with.
"Ah, this the life. Having a nice place to sleep and plenty of food to eat. Try to not get a lot of crumbs in the bag. My wielder hates that."
"That is very unreasonable. Food always leaves crumbs behind," Slurrpy pointed out, as he finished off a cabbage leaf. "Hmm, that was the best cabbage I've had since I awoke in this time."
"Yeah, it's nice having a rich wielder. I hope you can help my kitten with his homework tonight. His girlfriend and he have a lot to do tonight while preparing for a big test later in the week."
That night, Marinette was doing her best to get her homework done and prepare for Adrien's late-night visit. Once again, Marinette was stuck with a foreign language assignment which was eating up her study time.
"Ugh, this is insane! There are ten pages of worksheets to fill out and I'm still stuck at one," she moaned as her head fell. Why did learning a new language have to be so hard?
"You can't give up, Marinette! All you have to do fill in the answers to the questions," Tikki pointed out gently. "What about this question?" the kwami asked as she floated down to tap the question Marinette was stuck on.
"I can't even read the question Tikki!"
Swirrly floated over and easily deciphered the question. "Name five countries where English is the official language," she remarked.
"Swirrly, that's cheating!" Tikki snapped. This is why she hadn't been keen on having the Kwamiis of the Academic Circle at the bakery.
The whale-like kwami didn't bother to respond. "I can't give you the answers to the questions, but if I read them to you, would you fill in the answers quicker?"
Marinette nodded in relief. Writing the answers would be hard, but at least she wouldn't get stuck trying to figure out the question.
Fifteen minutes later, Marinette had finished her homework and was now able to start getting ready for Adrien's visit. "Alright, got the master list set up. Observational notes and photos for possible wielders are neatly organized. What else do I need to get?"
Tikki dove into Marinette's scrap pile and emerged with a slim binder marked, "Superhero Costume." Anyone who found would figure she was trying to figure out how to make the costume herself.
Just in case someone looked, all anyone would find sketches back to back. The information was safely tucked between the two sketches.
Swirrly also brought Marinette's diary over from its hiding place. All entries were now written in code so if she wrote something down about her superhero life no one could read what she had written.
Marinette opened up a video folder on her folder. There were clips from the LadyNoir blog along with videos taken from her other sources, including videos from her yoyo.
She had to wait another twenty minutes for her boyfriend to arrive safely. He had brought along Slurrpy, who was quizzing him for their civics exam later this week.
"Hey Marinette, it's great to see you," Adrien remarked as he settled down on her chaise. Plagg dove for the cheese bread on a plate of snacks for the Kwamiis to enjoy.
Slurrypy bit off a tasty piece of cabbage and quickly ate it. "Adrien, what human rights are violated in the country of Croatia?"
"Um, I think I know this. It's on the tip of my tongue."
"Censorship of journalism, unjustifiable police actions, and discrimination/violence towards ethnic groups of Serbian or Roma descent," Marinette interjected.
Slurrpy flicked out his tongue and tickled Marinette's cheek. "Do you have a trick to remembering that?" The teenager stated for each rights violation, she thought of a person in her life who would be affected by it.
After promising to study more tomorrow, the teenagers got down to the business of figuring out who could the wielders for the last Miraculouses in the CZMC.
"Okay, I'm still on the fence about Sabrina even being considered for a Miraculous. She's improved a lot and been doing things on her own, but I'm not sure she's to the point to be a wielder," Marinette said.
Adrien stated she gave Chloe a chance. Her response was she only gave Chloe a chance after she cleaned up her act. Chloe had shown interest in being a wielder, while Sabrina hadn't made any indication she thought she could be a heroine.
"Sabrina will surprise you. She's her father's daughter when it counts," Adrien argued. He smirked when Marinette conceded his point. Now they were back to what Miraculous she should wield if they needed her.
Sabrina loved animals and conservation would be an abstract she was familiar with and not struggle in.
Adrien argued that Kaalik would help Mylene more. Mylene cared about the environment a lot. She had joined protests in the past for saving the planet, yet she hadn't tried to do something on her own except picking the idea for planting trees for the class project.
Kaalik was conservative most of the time. She would switch to a highly spirited being when it came to doing activities related to her abstract or teaching her wielders to stand up for themselves.
"Mylene needs someone who won't overwhelm her while also pushing her out of her comfort zone."
"Alright, Mylene will get the horse Miraculous if we need her. Sabrina will get the goat. I hope Ziggy can encourage her to be awed about herself."
Their talk moved to Nathaniel and Marc. Which one would do better with Orriko, the Kwami of Leadership? After weighing the pros and cons both of them agreed Marc would grow more if he had Orriko.
"Nathaniel is very passionate about his art. The problem is he still holds back from people a lot of the time. I think Roarr would help channel his passion for art into interacting with people more often," Marinette admitted.
"I agree. I'm wondering why you are having issues with giving Ivan the ox. You thought he would be perfect. What's with the hesitation?"
"Do you think Ivan would even want to help us? He spends a lot of time with Mylene. I'm afraid he won't leave her side if we need his help."
"I'm sure he would. He would know we wouldn't be asking if it wasn't important." With Adrien's reassurances, Marinette made it official that Ivan would be given the ox Miraculous if they ever needed it.
The next morning, Ning joined her father for breakfast. "I'm myself for now Father. I'm hoping to stay that way today," she informed him.
Fu hummed as he put down a tray full of each kwami's favorite food. Flurry started stuffing the granola in his mouth. Platter was relishing the taste of her fried dumplings.
Googly was taking even bites out of his pie crust. Gooey was sipping her fruit juice. Hermmy was using his tiny claws to tear up his jerky. Lastly, Rexx was munching on a meatball.
Taking a sip of his tea, he asked if she was going to continue reading the Peacock journal. "I'm worried that it will cause you to lose yourself in a vision of the past again."
"I need to finish it. I want to know how Kwan-yin kept his Miraculous after committing murder. The Guardian watching over him should have revoked it after such a crime."
"I wonder why Duusu didn't mention it when she was here that one time," Honorra pondered.
"There wasn't much time for her to share her entire past with us. Just that she was being misused by Mayura," Wayzz replied.
Ning nodded her head in agreement. There hadn't been time to talk about the past. Still, it seemed bizarre she didn't comment how she was being misused again when she explained her current situation.
"I need to know why I witnessed Kwan-yin's actions. Why I acted them out when I was stuck in the vision. Feeling some pain is normal," She explained before her tone darkened, "What isn't is being completely taken over and acting like said individual."
Everyone in the kitchen knew that was true. The Kwamiis were exceptionally curious about what Ning had witnessed during her vision. So while Fu went to work in his parlor, the Kwamiis joined Ning in the guest bedroom to keep an eye on her.
Picking up the journal, she started to read the next entry out loud. "September 3, 1610. It has been three days since the traders vanished from the docks. Most of my countrymen are pleased that they no longer have to deal with the brutes.
Only a handful are unhappy that they are gone. I have tried my best to assure them that the traders would have continued to be a danger to us. I'm not sure they are listening to me. I may need to visit them as Kwan-Yin to force them to listen."
"September 10, 1610. Duusu has been disappearing lately. I will be strolling through the market and when I reach for my money, I don't feel her next to my hand. Last night, I saw her go out my window and not return until an hour before dawn.
I'm puzzled by her actions. I have yet to talk to her. If this keeps up, I will have to confront her."
"September 17, 1610. I followed Duusu tonight. She met up with a stranger who appears to be from China. They spoke quality to one another in a different language. I could not figure out what they were saying."
"I suspect they were talking about me. Ever since the night I dealt with the traders there has been a distance between us. My powers are diminished when I'm transformed. I will confront her and the stranger tomorrow night."
Ning yawned and the world around her changed. She was no longer in the guest bedroom. She was in the jungle at night, marching towards a clearing in anger.
In her hand, she was carrying a sharp knife. Realizing what was happening, the young woman endeavored to gain some control over the vision. Not wanting to be in the body of the past wielder, she willed herself out of it.
Her astral body watched as a depowered Kwan-yin brandished his knife at the Guardian, threatening him to stay away from Duusu, who was holding her Miraculous in her paw/hands.
"Duusu! What are you doing? Come back here this instant!" the past wielder demanded. She couldn't tell if the tears on his face were from anger or sadness.
The Guardian stared calmly at the past wielder. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a sorrow breaker pendulum. "Duusu, you don't have to do as he says. Bring me the Miraculous and I will set you free."
Duusu was torn between the two unsure who to follow. She slowly moved closer to her wielder. She hovered in front of him, just out of arms reach. "Pranay, my friend. You can no longer use my powers. Not after what you did to those traders."
The man, Pranay, became infuriated when he heard this.
"I am of the Brahmins cast! The highest one. Mughal Emperor Jahangir is a weak man who refuses to listen to reason. Even if he is our ruler, the Ksatriya cast knows they need our help to achieve greatness."
Duusu looked at her wielder sadly. "You were chosen for your compassion and loyalty to your people. As Kwan-yin, you were meant to help establish peace between your countrymen and the traders to help avoid unnecessary deaths."
She started crying. "You're a priest Pranay! You vowed to protect the souls of people, not take them!" Wiping tears from her face she asked him if he thought about the consequences karma would have when he was reborn.
Before Pranay could respond, the Guardian moved in quickly. He threw a bag of powder on the former wielder's face. As the man coughed and flailed around the Guardian used the sorrow breaker to destroy the bond between Duusu and Pranay.
The priest grabbed his chest in pain. It felt like his heart had been ripped out. He staggered on his feet for a bit then fell on his back before passing out.
Duusu screeched in alarm. "Why did you do that? I could have talked him down." Her tears were gone now replaced with angered expression.
"You would not have. You heard him, he turned into a fanatic. He was unsuitable for you. Don't forget Duusu, you were the one who decided that he couldn't keep your Miraculous."
Duusu screeched at the Guardian. "You hit him with the memory loss powder. You can't do that unless there is no other choice! Because he won't remember his actions when using my powers, his karma will affect others as well as him! It could even affect me."
The Guardian said nothing. He just flicked a bit of powder at Duusu who started coughing. She struggled to stay awake only to lose the battle.
"I'm very sorry little goddess, but you must not be concerned with the effects of karma the next time you are needed."
Ning heard tiny voices begging her to come back. She followed them hoping they would let her escape this vision of the past.
When the world came into focus again, she was flat on the bed. Wayzz's power was keeping her contained. The other Kwamiis were guarding either the exits or objects that she could have used to hurt someone.
Noticing she was back in control, Wayzz stopped using his power. "Are you alright?" he asked kindly.
"Physically, I'm fine. Mentally, what I just witnessed was very bad." She wondered if the karma Duusu had warned the ancient Guardian about was the cause for her visions of the past taking over her body.
Meanwhile, at the Agreste mansion, Gabriel was finalizing the details on his new collection. He was debating which fabric would be used for the dress shirts when there was a knock on the door.
"Come in Nathalie. You know you don't have to knock." He didn't look at the person coming in. "What do you need to talk to me about Nathalie? I'm making the final choice of the fabric in a few minutes."
Getting no response, he looked up and was surprised to see the Gorilla standing a few feet from him. He had a slightly bulging envelope in his hand. He handed the envelope over to his boss before leaving the room.
The packet was from Mr. Thatch. The translator he had hired to decode the Miraculous Book. The man had been working on the project for the past few months.
Opening the envelope, he pulled out a ten-page packet. The first page was a letter from Mr. Thatch explaining that he had managed to translate some of the mystery language.
The sheets accompanying the letter were pages that had been partially translated. He promised to keep working on translating the rest of the code and would send another update in four months.
He quickly pawed through the rest of the packet to find out what had been translated. Some of the pages were about what the Order of the Guardians was and the responsibility of each member. The others talked about the origins of the Kwammis.
He would read that later. It was the final page that interested him. It was a page on how to create a potion for water transformation. This was perfect! "Soon, I'll have the same power-ups as Ladybug and Chat Noir. When I do, I'll defeat them for sure."