Summer slowly lost its grip on the warm world. Leaves began to fall, not much at first, but it was enough to bring out rakes. Warm, delirious air was replaced with crisp, crunchy air. Air that made you feel alive. It was the beginning of fall, and it was beautiful.

Marinette always loved each season when it came. Summer had brought joy and giddiness, while fall brought contentment and silent contemplation. She loved both. It was time for a change.

Of course, Marinette did not have much time to think about all this. Between school, clubs, and other extracurriculars, Marinette has about five seconds to be happy about the new season. In fact, she only had five seconds to get to school on time.

Marinette plopped her head down in her desk the second the bell rang. Attendance was called and she barely heard her name. Behind her Alya smiled. Marinette has yet to realize that Adrien was next to her.

Quietly Marinette got out her schoolwork and began to work on it. The teacher droned on about red blood cells, which caused general boredom throughout the class. Marinette began to draw. It was a suit design for the upcoming student fair. Talents and skills would be shown off and the best booth would win a cash prize and there were rumors of a scholarship.

"That's pretty good Marientte."

Marinette shrieked and almost fell off her desk. That was Adrien next to her.

Various chuckles sounded through the class. Chloé wasn't there today, otherwise there would have been cruelty in the laughs.

After a second Marinette said, "Thanks."

Adrien smiled at her and they got back to work.

Not long after an alarm went off on everyone's phone all at once. Everyone stood up at once and walked towards the door. Marinette and Adrien stood a little taller than the rest, waiting for an opportunity to leave the class.

As the teacher herded them towards the basement they both slipped away. In a few minutes Ladybug and Chat Noir were fighting an Akuma.

"How in the name of..." Ladybug muttered.

"No one knows," Chat laughed. "Maybe she teleports."

Alya was at the park, filming people being zapped into nowhere. She waved at the heroes and almost got zapped herself. Ladybug had long given up on protecting Alya from fights. It was quicker to defeat the villain than to try to keep Alya away.

This villain, currently attacking Chat with the disappearing beams, was decked with an assortment of old clothes. Not old in the sense that they were falling apart, but old fashioned. Actually it was the only good costume Ladybug and Chat had ever seen on a villain.

A tailored suit, perfectly fitted to the man wearing it, seemed to shine with magic. Ladybug memorized the outfit, she would try to draw it later. It was amazingly put together, except for his belt. She was about to tell Chat that she thought the Akuma was there but was cut short by a beam, Ladybug jumped away from the man.

"Akuma is in his belt M'lady," Chat screamed, dodging another beam.

"Understood." She was about to say that.

She went in for the belt while Chat said something about the outfit not being the only relic. Honestly she gave up with the puns at this point.

She felt the belts leather in her hands. Only a yank and this fight would be over and she could head back to school. Suddenly, the belt melted away along with the suit. In its place was a knight in full armory.

"Try and get it now." The Akuma taunted. He then proceeded to blast at Ladybug.

With a shout Ladybug said, "Lucky Charm!"

Reaching up for the charm she watched as Chat barely escaped another blast.

"Guess you're too old to catch me."

Ladybug felt the familiar weight of her charm and brought her hand down. A pair of scissors. Easy peasy. She nodded to Chat.

"Guess you're still living in the Stone Age if you think you can catch me." Chat said with a leap and a bound.

"I am all times," the man said. "As long as there are stories I am all powerful."

Chat snickered. "Yea, I'm definitely seeing the powerful-" he rolled behind a wall, only for a blast knocked the wall down.

"Scared now kitty?" The akuma taunted.

At that moment Ladybug attacked the akuma, trying to snip the chainmail belt.

"No, not really Stone Age."

And with a hop, skip, and a jump Stone Age was pinned to the ground and eating grass.

"The name is Narrator." The man growled.

"Sure thing pal." Chat said. He called for cataclysm and reached for the belt.

The Narrators hands reached for his belt and pushed a button. True light and fear rushed over Ladybug's face. The last thing she remembered was Chat pushing her out of the way.

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Once upon a time, there lived a fair princess. She was beautiful, kind, and full of joy and love. Her parents were just rulers, hearing every case with an unbiased ear. All children went to school and all who lived on the streets were cared for. Her kingdom was rich in land and silver, which I suppose was her undoing.

The Princess loved to draw. She would draw anything if she had a pencil in front of her. The world could suddenly fit into a single piece of paper when it was put in front of her. She loved it.

What she loved to draw most was clothes. Ball Gowns and suits, simple everyday wear and shoes. She loved it all.

She drew to pass time. She drew in her free time. She drew in meetings. She drew and drew and drew. Her parents encouraged her to draw. And even bring her stories to life. And soon ladies and gentlemen of the court we're wearing outfits designed by their very own Princess Marinette.

It gave the King and Queen happiness to see their sunshine happy. They loved her with all they had to give. Which is why it hurt them so much to see her 17th birthday come.

Almost seventeen years ago the queen had been pregnant with her first child. The queen herself was of noble birth, but her husband was not. Too many nobles hated their King and made a disgusting decision. They would make the king's child miserable. They could not kill the king, so they might as well ruin the one thing he would love for the rest of his life.

When the child reached seventeen she must either die or marry the King to the west. They made sure the curse was well in place. It would never be broken. The witch did warn them about something having to do with true love, but they ignored it.

So in six weeks the Princess was to be married to the most cruel man on earth. The man who had been a great warrior and destroyed all kingdoms in his way. The man who had lost everything and had nothing to lose. The man who would show his new bride no mercy. It would seem to be a fate worse than death.