"You burn toast," Emma muttered as memories of her father's cooking came to mind. However, she agreed with Marinette, his cassoulet was amazing. She eagerly pulled the bowl towards her. The familiar scent made her mouth water. Papa's cassoulet. It was a dish she had tried to recreate multiple times and while they were all edible, it wasn't the same. She took a bite and was instantly transported back to their small family home in Paris. "Mmmm….thanks, Papa."

Emma was so engrossed in the flavorful dish that she didn't if realize that she used the endearing term, but neither one of her parents said anything about it. Instead, they ate in a peaceful silence. Eventually, Plagg and Tikki joined them and took a seat on the plate piled with macaroons and camembert cheese.

"So," her father said, breaking the silence, "You said you were going to explain a few things. Like what makes you...different?"

Looking up, Emma saw that everyone was staring at her. She met Tikki's eyes, and the red kwami nodded.

"Go ahead, Emma," she encouraged her, "Tell them about Grandmasters."

"I think you could explain it better." Emma replied, hoping she might pass off the task, but the kwami shook her head. "Oh, alright. Here it goes. A Grandmaster...is...a person...who...well…" Emma had read about Grand Masters countless times, but. suddenly, she found it difficult to explain.

"Start at the beginning, kid," Plagg suggested. "When you use a miraculous…."

"The kwami that powers it bonds with your soul," she finished. The black kwami smiled and Emma continued her explanation with a little more confidence. "More specifically, they bond with the part of the human soul that corresponds with their power. Tikki, for example, bonds with the creative part of the soul while Plagg bonds with the destructive part. Does that make sense?"

"So, my soul is destructive?" Adrien asked, looking at Plagg.

"Part of it, sure, but not all." Plagg explained. "Every human soul as a little bit of this and a little bit of that."

"But some souls have more of a certain trait than others." Tikki picked up the explanation. "Marinette has more creativity in her soul than most. It's what makes her a very good ladybug."

"Are you saying I'm more destructive than most people?" her father looked offended. "Cause I'm a very good Cat Noir!"

"The part of the human soul Plagg works with is the desire for change." Emma said with a force of passion that she tried to restrict. "The part that hates routine and schedule. The part that is always craving something new and exciting. It's a rather unstable part of the soul, but not necessarily bad. Sure, it needs to be balanced with other traits, but cataclysm, at its heart, is a battle cry for change!"

Emma struggled to keep her emotions in check. Plagg floated over and rested on her hand, gently stroking it with a paw. Of course, she thought, He saw that part of me. He knows how strong it is.

"But a Grandmaster is different." she continued as she started to calm down. "With a Grandmaster, a kwami is able to bond with the entire soul, not just part of it. Because…" she paused. Here it was, the truth of the matter. The entire reason she had to leave Paris. The reason she couldn't be with her family. The reason for everything.

"Because a Grandmaster doesn't have a human soul," Plagg finished for her. "A Grandmaster has the soul of a kwami."

Emma kept her eyes focused on him. She knew that they were staring at her, glancing at Tikki and each other. After all, it wasn't everyday someone told you that your daughter was actually a kwami inside.

"What do you mean, the soul of a kwami? Is that even possible?" Marinette was asking.

"There are some kwami," Tikki told her, "That are too powerful to be contained in the miraculouses. They cannot take the form that Plagg and I do. However, very rarely, these kwami spirits are born into a human form."

"Like me," Emma muttered, finally looking back up at her shocked parent's faces. "I am human, but my soul is that of a powerful kwami. It gives me special abilities and a special connection to the kwami of the miraculous. In way, I'm one of them."

Even though I don't feel like it, she added to herself.

"But, kwamis come from abstract ideas or emotions. So, what idea or emotion did you come from?" Adrien was asking.

"I don't know," Emma whispered, "Grandmasters are born without any knowledge of their kwami soul. At some point, they awaken. The know who they are inside and can unlock tremendous power. But not me. I don't know who I am inside. I don't think I ever will."

"Don't say that, kid," Plagg told her, floating into the air so that he was eye-level with her. "You'll figure it out. Don't worry."

"Plagg! Quiet! You can't let her know anything!" Tikki scolded.

"But I didn't say anything!" Plagg shouted back.

"Wait. You know who she is?" Marinette asked.

"Uh...yeah. When I transformed her, I could see her soul." Plagg explained.

"But if we tell her," Tikki added, "Her power could overwhelm her and possibly end her life. Emma has to realize who she is on her own."