I do not own Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir.
Enjoy!
Imagine finding a real life magic book?
Ashleu didn't think it was really real since she got it at a garage sale, and had no name on the cover or back, and then she made a low tair potion from it out of pure cutiousity and it worked.
Her plastic plant was now growing real apples.
When she realised what she had, she asked the universe why her.
She didn't have any powers.
Didn't come from a noteworthy family.
Didn't have a noteworthy job.
Didn't have anything that would make people go, wow.
And yet the books that wars would happen for, was in her possession.
If she told the world, the world would tell her to donate to a museum or an organisation and let it be studied and learned from.
But this was a book of real magic and anybody who wants to tell her to not be selfish, can kiss her barely above poverty line, ass.
She opened the book greedily and began flicking through the pages looking for any get rich quick spells.
But what she found was nothing but a double edged sword.
The bigger the spells, the bigger the price she would have to pay.
Weither, she it was out of her own pocket with the expensive ingrediants or she or somebody else had to pay the price for it.
There was no such thing as a free lunch here.
Even the miraculous, there was limits and she was sure, there was something taking the backlash every time magic was used.
If this book was to be believed anyway.
If she wanted something like the money touch, she would have to be super careful about touching anything for the rest of her life.
She could kill people or be used as a money vender by the greedy.
The easiest way for her to do magic was to develop a magic core but half these ingredients stated in the book, she had never even hard off.
And the book did warn her that there was a very high possiblity that she could die from this.
Human beings were not supposed to have magic cores, the process was extremely dangerous.
But if she succeeded, it would cut her expenses in half and things would be more simple for her.
She can even expended her core, despite the pain she would no doubt go through.
She was dejected as it seems she would never truly become a magical witch like on tv.
But what if she strengthened her body to reduce the risk to her?
She shook her head.
Was she really thinking about this?
She put the book away.
However, the world problems couldn't be put away.
Everyday she was reminded of just how helpless she actually was.
All those cool fights, weren't so cool when a thrown vechile kills you.
And then there was the normal criminals to think about as well.
Everyday could be her last and her entire life might amount to being a nameless victim when she kicks the bucket.
Did she went to die, doing nothing special?
Was she happy to be known as this?
None she wasn't.
She went back to the book and went back to the core.
She then went to the body strength page and began gathering ingrediants.
The whole batch was almost 100 bucks.
And to make matters worse, her body would slowly get immune so she would need more expensive and pricey ingrediants to continue.
When she recieved the items, she followed the book perfectly and had to hold noise because it smelled awful.
Then, she waited for a minute before she drank her first batch and every gulp was just terrible.
Why can't potions taste like strawberry or chocolate?
Why did it have to taste like a old gym sock in her mouth?
When she was done, her stomach was on fire.
She had to laid down and wait for it to pass.
Thankfully, the next morning she well enough to come into work but it was no easy day for her stomach.
She somehow held it in until she got home and was locked herself in the bathroom for the rest of the day, because it was so bad.
But she made it through the day and her toilet was a tropper.
But what she made wasn't fined so she brace herself and drank more.
However, her discomfort was less this time but it was still there.
When it was no longer happening anymore she knew the potion no longer worked on her.
Now to test her durability.
She found a pin and went to prick her finger with it.
However, before her eyes, the needle head was snapped off.
Woah.
However, she wasn't stupid enough to believe she was invincible now.
A thin needle was not the same as getting hit by a car.
Getting into such a situation was a stupid way to find out her limits.
If she was richer, she would be buying higher quality materials to reduce the risk further but she wasn't.
Now, she could either go through life, with a higher chance of survival then most or stop being a wimp and go through with it.
She choose letter and waited for her paycheck to come in and began buying the ingredients that can either change her life or end it.
She decided to do it on a Friday, so she had some time to recover.
She followed the instructions and made it.
The liquid turned into a shimmering attractive gold.
It has such a deceptive glow to it. She thought.
She felt like she was looking at fools gold.
And she was the fool who was going to drink it.
She did a quick prayer before drinking it.
She drank it all.
However, nothing happened.
That wasn't-
Her soul left her body and began rising.
She freaked the hell out.
She began to swam and claw her to her body like a crazy person but a black slug came to intercept her.
It asked her why she was trying to get back.
There was nothing for her here.
What made her think she could reach her dream and if she could did, wouldn't she be a freak among men?
Wouldn't people fear her and try to dissect her?
What was she fighting for?
She should just let herself go and enjoy paradise.
However, the black sludge choose the wrong victim because Ashley had grown up with cartoons that have shown similar scenarios.
If her childhood heroes can battle their demons and come out on top, then she can as well!
So with spirit she didn't know she had she pushed her way through and entered back into her body.
And when she did so, her soul began to morph until it was an orb.
A magic core.
She woke up.
She woke up sweating and in black sludge.
It was the impurities in her body.
And out of habit, she went to check her phone, only for her eyes to pop out of her head when she saw the date.
March 17.
Yesterday was Feburary 17.
One month had passed.
That can't be right!
However she scrolled through her messages and saw her text messages from her work going back a full month and the final message was her boss firing her.
Her mouth hung up.
She had just come back from the dead and she was fired!?
She had no job to come back too?
No income?
She wanted to call and beg, but what would she say?
The reason I ghosted you for a month is because I drank a magical potion that killed me.
But hey.
I'm back now!
Yeah.
That would go over swimmingly.
She needed a way to make income and pay bills.
But what?
Then she looked at the impurities around her and rememeber why she almost died.
The magic core.
If she had a magic core now, did that mean she could do low level magic and potions?
Could she make money from this?
But she had to be careful.
She had to make sure, it was hard to track her down.
So she flicked through the book and discovered and made 5 low level health potions before feeling faint.
When she recovered, she paid for a very private browser so she can make a secret email and sell them online.
The cost of privacy would be worth it in the long run.
She knew, with her items, if people didn't believe, they would least get curious.
Well she was right because in a mere hour, all of them were snatched up.
Disguise.
Ashley decided to disguise as a guy and unfortunately she pulled the look off too well.
Maybe, she really wasn't that pretty as a girl?
She wanted to cry.
Then she pulled herself together as their was beauty potion in the book.
She then put on a sick mask on her face as an excuse of not being able to talk and took change.
Then he she printed out addresses and wrapped the potions before running thr back door of the house and trying to manly walk to the post office.
Her heart was pounding in her chest the whole time but she managed to send the items off.
Unfortunately, she had to use a manhole to get back because she was that paroid of being tracked.
The sewers were filthy and she heard rats but she made it home and hopped into a shower immediantly.
A few days later, she tried again and saw reviews begin to show up from shocked costumers.
Reviews stating how they couldn't believe its effects.
Ashley brought ingredients and broke her apartment lease, the earliest she could.
She then went commando on the world, appearing as both male an female.
The more she understood the book, the better she got at being a complete ghost.
The better, her disguise skills became.
But it wasn't without its hiccups, the world was still a dangerous for both genders.
If she didn't have magic, she wouldn't be alive today.
Soon she had full time clients and rumours were swirled around, of a real life health potion but nothing too concrete had surfaced yet.
After all, there were too many phoney health potions out there, made by people who take advantage of the desperate, that you might as well just skip it all together.
And then she made a mistake.
Well after a month of being on the run, she gave a case of potion to the wrong person and that person, realised what they had and what straight to the local news station.
Due to her work, she didn't see it until it was literally on the world news and by then it was too big to control.
She opened her mouth as the news headline read "The uncovering of a real Life Health potion"
A client showed the box to the world and then injured himself and drank it.
The cut magically healed.
The people around her woahed and were amazed but for her it wasn't good news.
Humans were natorious for bastardising and hoarding a good thing.
If she were to sell it, the rich would hoard it and sell a awful version to the public at a sky-high price.
And not only that, opening her mouth would put a massive target on her head.
She would be watched 24-7, her book confiscated and she would expected to work 'for the good of humanity' for the rest of her life.
She could kiss any free reign over her life goodbye because she was the worlds property now.
Those who have lead comfortable lives and believe the media hype, would never understand the slavery forced upon you by that decision.
Why?
Why was she expected to set herself on fire when she was just trying to live?
These people haven't done squat for her and yet, they wanted her to come fix a situation they let get so bad?
Why was she expected to answer to some of the most incompetent and arrogant people she had ever seen?
If she could escape into her own little world, where none of this nonsense was happening, she would.
Wait.
World.
Did the Magic world exist?
She went to her terrible Bread and Breakfaster hotel, it had been chosen because the camera was clearly busted and opened her book.
She flipped through it but found nothing.
Did the magical world not exist?
Poor any magical creature trapped here!
She couldn't imagine being forced to be around these people for prehaps centuries.
Life would be so good, if the magical realm existed and humans couldn't ruin it like they did this world.
And then she had a crazy idea.
What if...
With this book...
She created the magical realm and she called herself the Witch Queen?
It was crazy.
It would be incredibly painful.
But it was a legacy the world couldn't control.