Only a couple of weeks had passed since the incident. There was no sign of the mysterious Ladybug. Or the one who attacked with the royal guards.

Everyone believed the myth of the Miraculous had come back. Their beloved storyteller had disappeared and the stories of the Miraculous spread on.

Marinette was outside with a sword in her hands and made sure she was stable with it, not falling over like the last time she was with Hawkmoth. It didn't seem to bother that Hawkmoth was pestering her and apologizing as nothing had happened.

And when her father found out about this, he kept Hawkmoth away. Any guards of the royal palace would spot him and chase him away, making Hawkmoth angry and plot more plans of what to do.

Tikki was also concerned. The kwami suspected that Hawkmoth must have a Miraculous too due to his presence of purple.

Wayzz remained with Marinette, watching her and training her every day in the early morning. The mornings weren't something that Marinette looked forward to and she'd always sleep in late or have Tikki yell in her ear to get up and begin the day. But what woke her up was being able to at least see her best friend Alya.

And training with her was so much fun, yet it was really heartbreaking that she had to keep the secret of her being Ladybug.

All the time when she spent time with Alya, there was non stop talking about the amazing Ladybug.

Not today that Alya was with Marinette. Instead, she woke up this one morning and woke up both kwamis in fear that something bad might come up. It surprised Tikki, but Wayzz led her to the outskirts of the castle.

"You must stay focused and listen as you are Ladybug and yourself. Keep in mind that your Miraculous can fall into the wrong hands and cause chaos."

She pulled her sword from her left side with her right hand and pointed it away from her. "I know." she swung the sword around just a bit, slicing off blueberries and flower petals. Then she blindfolded herself and tried focusing and listening like that. That did frustrate her for a few hours, but the more she practiced, the more she soon got used to it.

Then someone called out to her.

"Marinette!"

She took the blindfold off, realizing how the morning had come with an azure-colored sky and not a cloud in sight.

The two kwamis floated beside her, pretending to be mindless servants.

The voice belonged to her dad. She followed his voice as he called out to her again.

He had flapped his wings and approached her, panting heavily and landing on the lime skin-colored grass. "I'm not going to last forever."

"Don't say that, dad."

"I want you to be happy with someone who will be good for the kingdom, and I do understand Hawkmoth is not the good fit for you. What about Luka? He's a pretty nice fairy who could help you."

She lightly blushed at the thought of her crush, Luka. That mess of turquoise-light bluish hair with black mixing into the ends of his hair was something that calmed her. The way he'd look into her eyes when they would hang out with each other made her heart flutter. And his her wings as they would fly would be lime cotton candy.

Though she didn't feel like he was right for the pressuring position. With the constant demands on her people and threats, she wanted to do that on her own. "He is a nice guy."

"There's more?"

"I'm exploring my life here. I can't believe you allowed me to try and marry Hawkmoth at age sixteen. Dad, I'm not even a grown fairy!" she put the sword back onto her left side.

"Your mother.."

"Don't bring her up! She's gone. She would of let me live my life and cherish life! Am I getting someone right away your idea of a kingdom that will be stable?"

"No.., but.."

"Just leave me alone!" Marinette flew off angrily with Wayzz and Tikki following just behind.

They couldn't say anything. The two could only sing along with Marinette and help her like a princess.

Tom tried to go after her, but he felt ashamed for what he brought up. He pulled out a necklace that belonged to his dearly beloved wife who was gone. it was a silver light chain found by the humans with a small crystal rock that hung from it. He looked at it, holding it close to him. This was all his fault for what he had done to have his daughter get this upset at him. Now he didn't know what to do and threw the necklace down and stomped on it.

Unknowingly to the King, a black firefly with bits of white flew towards him.