There is a legend, known by few.
A legend of a duo, their love for each other bright.
A girl, with hair made of midnight and sapphires for eyes, bluebells too.
A boy, a golden halo upon his head and eyes that glow green in the darkest of night.
A red and black suit, a Ladybug.
A cat, in gleaming black.
A moth, a silver mask and a purple suit.
Who's to say who'll win this power tug?
It's as long as they keep on track.
It's a fued to boot.
No one is quite sure how it ends.
Not even I.
We can all pretend.
But some have spun the lie
That somewhere along the way.
The Cat.
The Ladybug.
They lost to eternal say.
Some say they hear the pitter-pat.
Of their feet running across the roofs, the cat and the bug.
"Did you know them, Grandma?" A young girl stared up at the old lady, her eyes wide in wonder.
The woman smiled down at the girl, her eyes crinkling. "Yes, I did, dear."
"Won't you tell me about them?" The girl asked, tilting her head and squeezing the turtle stuffed animal she had.
Her grandmother shifted in Her chair, facing the city outside of the window. "Do you see that park over there?" She asked, using a finger to guide her granddaughter's head to where she was looking.
The little girl nodded. "Yes, grandmama."
"Next to that park, there was a house in that house, there was a pink room, and in that pink room lived a girl, and her name was Marinette."
The girl's eyes widened. "Like the girl in your pitures?"
The old lady nodded, and laughed lightly. "The very one. She lived in that pink room, and she was very special. You see, sometimes Marinette became a special girl named Ladybug."
"Wow." The little girl whispered in a hushed voice.
Her grandmother's smile faded. "Yes. And she had a partner named Chat Noir. He was a goofy boy, but she loved him. They battled an evil moth to keep Paris safe."
"Did they get married?"
The woman sighed. "No. But they wanted to, very much so."
The little girl furrowed her brow. "Why not? If they wanted to, they should."
The woman looked down at her lap. "To save Paris, they had to sacrifice themselves to protect us from the evil moth."
"What is facrifice, Grandmama?" The girl asked.
"When you love someone very much, sometimes you have to give things up. Ladybug and Chat Noir loved Paris very much, so they had to give things up to save it." The old woman answered softly.
"Oh." The little girl bowed her head. "Were they Paris' mommy and daddy?"
"Yes, they were."
"Can you tell me a story bout' Ladybus?" The little girl pulled a blanket from the couch and wrapped it around herself.
"Ladybug, dear." The woman corrected. "But, yes I can." She bummed in thought. "There once was a girl on a rooftop, and her name was Marinette…"
Just a short little one shot. All spelling mistakes in the girl's dialogue are purposeful. The poem is mine, the only one I've ever written so not judging. Just one thing, can anyone tell me who the old lady is? I left some clues. Answer in the comments. First one to get it right shall get a story request. If you look at my profile, you'll see I don't do requests unless won by one of these other types of things.
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