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Felix Solennel was your average teen…

As far as being the son of a major business CEO went.

He had platinum blonde hair that was considered long, but appropriate for his peers. His eyes were a steely winter blue, and you often saw him looking like his father. No hint of amusement, no showing of any feelings other than neutral. That was just how they lived.

Everyone considered Felix one of the luckiest people in Paris, France, and Felix knew this. And that he was. He knew of the many people who walked the streets of Paris daily with many problems and stress on their plates. He knew that some of them even lived on those streets, starving away. His father often told him the same thing whenever they donated to a charity. How unlucky the common people were, and that it was their duty to help them. So he considered himself a very lucky teen.

He had his future planned out for him- he was glad that he didn't have to find it like all of the other kids his age did. He actually enjoyed the mathematics that running a business had, having a talent for math and the practical sciences. He had his own salary for working as the second in command in specific sections of the company. Only once or twice had he really taken over multiple sections at a time, but he considered that easy to do, so there were no worries for when he were to take over.

The business, you might be curious about, was Solennel Industries. They branched from clothes to the newest technology, and to museums. He had had multiple jobs in all of the broad categories they had, but they were mostly known for their technology. He had only visited the top-secret lab once- where technologies of all kinds were being developed and perfected. His father said that Felix wasn't ready, and he completely trusted his father's judgement.

But today…

Felix did something that a normal businessman's son wouldn't do.

He found a mysterious box that wasn't his own in his bag, and he didn't tell anyone. Or return it to the lost and found. Or even try to find who put it in his bag.

For you see, Felix is a sucker for mysteries.

He often read or watched mystery shows. Sometimes Sherlock Holmes, sometimes Bones, sometimes Leverage or Criminal Minds. He often wondered that, if he wasn't so lucky, he would be a detective instead. But that was ridiculous. Being as lucky as he was, trying to go for something of lower status was appalling.

So, he decided that he would settle his attraction to mystery by solving this one.

Felix pulled out his own personal recorder and began recording as he placed it on his desk.

"The black box is octagonal. Four red lines outline the edges of the box, right angles at the corners. Very intricate patterns. In the middle is a mandala- also very intricate. Probably an imitation or is something ancient. Center of the mandala is the yin-yang symbol, making me believe that it is of Chinese Origin. Box is smooth- whoever owned it took great care in it."

Felix opened the box, and then continued to note his observations.

"The box is like any other jewelry box when opening- inside is red, red silk on top of cusion for the bottom. Wall on the inside suggests that two different pieces of jewelry used to reside in this box. They were probably preferred to be kept separate, indicating that they might've gotten tangled should they touch. On the right, the imprint in the silk cushion shows that it might be earrings that have laid there for a long time. Unsure if it's just the silk though. On the left is a black ring. The center of attention on the ring is a cat's head. Two green jewels reside for the eyes, might be emeralds, and the center of the forehead contains a diamond red jewel, might be ruby. Can't be sure without testing, but testing might ruin the ring. Band is thin. Unsure of what metal it's made of, or how old or expensive it is. Those can be discovered through research and future testing, as long as it does not ruin the ring."

Felix picked up the ring, holding it in his hand as he tested how it felt.

"Feels like father's ring, telling me that it probably is made by the same manufacturer or materials. This ring is expensive, then. Still might be an heirloom." He placed it on his fingers until he found it fit on his right middle finger. "Fits on right middle finger, note to self to get ring size for said finger later, very comfortable to wear." He moved to take it off, but it wouldn't budge. He paused. "Won't come off though. This'll spell trouble. I'll try soap or butter." He stood up and moved to the bathroom, spraying water on the ring and washing his hands. It still wouldn't move.

He walked back into his room, but found that his recording device was… broken, right where he left it. He narrowed his eyes, observing the room.

He wasn't alone.

A sudden thud coming from his bookshelf had him walking over to the bookshelf on the wall of his room. A whole section of books had fallen down, and something was struggling under the pile of the books. Felix slowly crept over, raising up the pocket knife that he kept by his side at all times. Being the son of a CEO was never safe.

Just then a glowing black creature floated out of the pile.

"Well, those are interesting, but they're no fun. There's gotta be something entertaining somewhere in here." The being said. Felix froze, observing it with a careful eye. It was black, but also glowing somehow. It had big green eyes with small, black slits for what he guessed were pupils. It was very cat-like, with whiskers and a tail. The strange being was about to float away, but Felix dropped his pocket knife and leapt toward the creature, trapping it in his hands.

"What are you?" Felix asked curiously, observing the squirming black creature.

"Oh, let go of me!" The creature whinned. "I just want my precious Camembert and something to entertain me!"

"Isn't Dairy bad for cats?"

"Isn't it bad to be starving?" Plagg shot back. An idea came to Felix's mind.

"I'll get you Camembert if you tell me what you are and why you're here." Felix replied.

"Fine." Plagg scowled at Felix. "The name's Plagg. I'm the embodiment of bad luck and destruction. I came to you because someone was trying to use me for a means of evil. You're the only one that is worthy of me. Also, I come from that ring on your finger. You can become a hero using it and fight against whoever it is that wants to use us for evil, there'll be a partner fighting with who. Whether you want to or not kid, you're my protector. Now, can I have my cheese?" Felix let the creature go in shock, sitting there as he contemplated.

"Hey, you ok?" Plagg asked.

"What do you mean?"

"You're facial expression hasn't changed at all since you met me."

"Why would it?"

"Is your face cursed to be stuck like that? That's unattractive." Plagg cackled, and Felix scowled.

"No, this is the face expected of me from my peers."

"Well, they're no fun." Plagg scoffed. "I'll get expressions out of you yet. Now, cheese!" Felix sighed, attempting to take the ring off again, only for it to stay.

This was gonna cause a headache.

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