Chapter 5
When Wednesday rolled around, Madeline felt anxiety and nervousness roll through her. It did not take much to do make Madeline Moraes nervous but for some reason, the young Padawan felt her heart beat nervously in her chest. She never felt this nervous since the night before she was supposed to take the Trials, which she never took. Taking a deep breath, Madeline blocked an imaginary adversary's uppercut. She did leg sweep, ultimately destroying the enemy. She was sweating a storm when she realized that someone was clapping slowly. Madeline turned her head to see her lovely brother Michael clapping in the shadows of an AC unit.
"Bravo," he said smiling. "You have just defeated the enemy of nothing."
Madeline rolled her eyes and scoffed. She smiled coyly. "And you don't think that I could hold my own against a real enemy?"
"Duh. If I recall correctly I had to save your butt several times when you 'held your own' against several enemies of the Republic."
"To be fair, those 'enemies of the Republic' were self righteous generals who couldn't bother to get their hands dirty."
"True," Michael commented. He stalked towards Madeline who was immediately on guard. Whenever her brother walked like that, it usually meant trouble. "But still. The punishment for failure would've been worse than any Republic prison."
"Obviously." Madeline noticed that she started to circle the roof with her brother, keeping him in front of her line of sight. "So am I right in saying that you aren't up here to lecture me?"
"Huh. Who knew that you were such a genius?" He sarcastically commented. "No I came to challenge you to see who's the better twin in hand-to-hand combat."
Madeline scoffed. "I thought we settled this on Coruscant."
"We did, but that was three years ago. I feel like I've gotten stronger since-"
"Since I whooped your butt?" Again, Madeline scoffed at that. "As if. I'll take your bet…. on one condition. If I win then you do my chores for a month."
"And if I win?"
The girl shrugged. "Then I do yours." She held out her gloved hand, her smiled daring her brother to take the gamble. "Do we have a deal, brother o'mine?"
He didn't hesitate to clasp her hand at the elbow, his smile mirroring hers. "We do."
"Then let us begin." They went to the opposite sides of the roof, stretching and pulling their muscles. "Here are the rules: you can use anything except for the throwing knives you have on you."
Michael looked too innocent for her taste. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Madeline scowled at her brother. Sometimes he was too obvious it made her wonder how he didn't get caught during his undercover missions. But she shook her head and continued, "The first one to be knocked down loses. Other than that, any thing found up here can be used. Are we clear brother?"
"Crystal like the waters of Naboo sister," Michael answered. He cracked his knuckles and stood in a fighting stance. Madeline mirrored his stance, but with the correct footing, and smirked. She was going to win.
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The five-minute walk to the new dojo located down the street from Collège Françoise Dupont was a loud and rowdy one. Many of Marinette's classmates were dressed in workout clothes in expectation of a sweat. All except Chloe Bourgeois, who was decked out in designer clothes. She wore a silky top that was the color of mustard, and a skirt that was short in the front and longer in the back. On her feet she wore roman styled sandals that wrapped around her leg, stopping at her kneecap. The mayor's daughter was rather surprised when Mme. Bustier told them to head on down to the dojo.
Now she was sulking in the back of the group, complaining rather loudly to her de facto friend, Sabrina, who was wise enough to wear gym clothes. Marinette rolled her eyes as she tried to ignore Chloe's loud whining and attempted to focus on Alya's continued speculation about Madeline Turon and her family. Most of the journalist's theories came back to being aliens from outer space but she didn't have any hard evidence to back that theory up.
Finally they arrived at the dojo, five minutes ahead of schedule. They walked into the door and saw a woman hitting a wooden post with such ferocity that it splintered with each hit. Her eyes were blindfolded, blocking her view of the post and yet she hit the post with such accuracy it shocked and stunned the students as they watched silently. The woman wore a tank top that was nearly the color of her skin and showed off her tanned, toned stomach. Her pewter grey pants were baggy, held at place with a belt and a flap with strange designs on it fell from it. She wore nothing on her feet except bandages. Her blonde hair was pulled up into a strange do, and she seemed to have bluish fingerless gloves that stopped just above her elbows on. When Mme. Bustier cleared her throat, the dojo owner stood straight and tore her blindfold off.
She blinked those startling green eyes the students' way and smiled a smile so frightening it could've sent Hawkmoth crying to his mother in fear.
"Ah Mademoiselle Bustier." She glanced at the clock on the wall. "You are five minutes earlier than I expected."
"I didn't have anything to do so I decided why sit around fickle?"
The dojo master's smirk looked rather scary. "Very wise decision Mademoiselle." She scanned the class with those bright green eyes. "You have a very large class here Ms. Bustier. I do not have enough room here in the training room. We will have to move this to the roof. Please follow me."
The dojo owner walked over to the stairs and started to ascend into the upper levels, the class following without complaint. Well the majority of the class followed without complaint. Chloe complained about how the vanilla and lavender scent was giving her a headache and causing her to break out in a rash. Sabrina, bless her, tried to say that the scent in the air calmed her down and that it wasn't that strong. It seemed to be true as Sabrina's shoulders were relaxed, and she was speaking clearly and not glancing around like a nervous bird.
But the spoiled brat bit back and shouted at her, telling her that she should shut up. Marinette was positive that Selma heard the outburst as the raven-haired girl saw the martial artist turn her head slightly before leading the children down a hallway lined with artifacts that seemed to be straight out of a sci-fi movie. There was an ornate cabinet that looked unimportant but it was reverently light by candles. But Marinette felt overwhelmed with multiple emotions but the main emotions she felt were anger, sadness, and pain. They hit her like a wave, causing some tears to be pulled but they quickly left as soon as they came.
What was that all about? She asked herself. Shrugging, the young girl shook her head and continued to follow the class.
Adrien also felt the swell of emotions as they passed the cabinet but it felt more like a punch in the face than a wave. He felt physically sick to his stomach but he swallowed to keep his bile from rising. Adrien felt himself go pale and break out in a cold sweat.
"Dude, are you okay?" Nino asked. The self-proclaimed DJ saw how pale his friend went as they passed the cabinet. Adrien seemed to be experiencing shock or something.
"Yeah I'm fine." The blonde answered unconvincingly. They walked for a little longer before they came to a door that was very plain in every sense of the word. The martial artist opened the door to reveal a scene straight out of an action movie. Madeline and Michael were fighting each other in hand-to-hand combat but there were several throwing knives embedded…. embedded hilt deep into the floor and the AC unit. Both twins were sweaty as they dodged each other's uppercuts and leg sweeps. Madeline seemed to have the upper hand as she threw jabs and more swings, bringing her twin down to the ground with a thump. Both were out of breath and glistening with sweat, though Madeline was grinning like a mad woman and pointing the broken end of what could only be assumed was the handle of a broom. The woman Adrien could only assume was the owner and mother of the twins cleared her throat. The twins froze before turning with an all-too- innocent smile on their faces before Madeline helped her twin up. The older woman turned to the class.
"Please sit down in a circle right here," the woman ordered. "Get as comfortable as you can. I need to have a talk with my children before we start." Everyone did as they were ordered without complaint (except Chloe who complained that her clothes were going to get dirty) as the mother pulled the twins off to the side out of the earshot. Maybe they were out of earshot for the rest of the class but not for Adrien as he heard every word.
"What in the name of the Order were you thinking?"
"We were just sparring mom," Madeline answered. She crossed her arms in annoyance.
Their mother just sighed. "Very well." Her voice dropped into such a low whisper Adrien straine dot hear what came next, "While we are up here, I am going to need one of you to keep an eye on the communications. The Emperor should be on Alderaan for the early Empire Day celebration. Senator Organa will broadcast the attack on the Imperial Channel. I want to know how this ends."
"If the Empire is any more tyrannical than last time I heard about an uprising then it will end with the way you think: with many people dead and the Empire cementing its power."
"I fear that you are right." The mother agreed. Adrien had to force himself to look away. The tone in the mother's voice was grim and depressing, like she was diagnosed with a terminal disease and she was resigned to her fate. Madeline and Michael glanced at each other before the female twin pressed a button on a strange arm guard she had on her wrist.
The dojo owner walked over to the group of children who were talking quietly with each other. As she sat down cross-legged the class quieted down.
"So today we are going begin with the basics." The woman said. "To be able to fight a full trained warrior you must be focused and balanced in your mind and your soul. And to do that you must meditate. Mediation is a dynamic, structure, and interactive process, which helps you focus yourself. It helps you to evaluate any issue you seem to find yourself in. We will begin by closing our eyes and picture yourself in a place that makes you feel the happiest."
Everyone did as they were told. Marinette placed herself in the bakery with her parents, baking pastries with them. Adrien placed himself in the strawberry fields in the past with his mother, the sun shining on his face. The teacher's voice was there in the very back of his mind.
"Now listen to my voice. Let the scene fade away but hang on to the feelings. Let the scene fade away and feel the universe around you as it changes and shifts constantly. Quiet your minds, with your sole focus on breathing deeply."
Marinette and Adrien did as they were told letting their scenes of happiness fall away, ending up in a large room like place with darkness surrounding them except for a single spot light on them. Everyone around them had trouble focusing on that as they had trouble quieting their mind. It was probably due to the fact that being the superheroes of Paris they had to focus otherwise they would slip up and the akuma would get a hold of their Miraculous. They felt something deep within them, especially Adrien. It felt like there was a string attached to their waist, and something was pulling them hard but not forcefully.
Selma had opened her eyes halfway through the exercise when she felt a shift in the force. Madeline and Michael were sitting on either side of her, so it wasn't them. Selma had gotten used to their force signatures so that wasn't it. It was something different, a signature that seemed familiar and yet different at the same time. The signature had that feeling of a strong, pulsing sun, sending warmth and happiness towards her yet it had a slight darkness to it. Not evil per say but it had that drained the pulsing sun ever so slightly. Light and dark.
Selma's frowned deepened as the thought crossed her mind. The only other person who had that type of force signature and he was now currently ruling the galaxy with the former Chancellor of the Galactic Republic. But this wasn't the same. This wasn't the balance of light and dark in a person, with those two extremes constantly battling for control. It was a pulsing sun with a slight shadow in the corner. A very rare force signature.
The Jedi Master hummed in thought as she realized it was time for the next activity. She clapped her hands, causing some of the students to jump. Their eyes flew open in surprise, and Selma had to suppress a smirk that threatened to form on her face. If any of these children were on Coruscant before the massacre they would've been about the rank of a older Padawan yet some of them acted like little younglings.
"Excellent job. You all have successfully mastered the art of meditation. If you practice it about an hour everyday you should excel at this. Now on to the fighting forms." The class stood, excitement plastered on their faces as Madeline and Michael handed out wooden staffs. When everyone received on, the twins held their own staffs, Madeline giving it a twirl in a single hand. She smirked as the class went wide-eyed at her as she walked back to her place beside her mother.
The woman ordered everyone to stand with his or her legs shoulder width apart. The twins went around and corrected everyone if they spotted something wrong with their stance. Marinette and Adrien were the only two who had the correct footing and everything. The model used the excuse of fencing, while the baker's daughter said she used to take martial arts when she was little, but lost interest. Madeline smiled as she did a once over before moving on to fix Chloe's form. The spoiled brat immediately protested being touched.
"Ew! Don't touch me!" She squealed. Madeline was spooked slightly as she jumped back from the blonde with a confused expression. Everyone raised an eyebrow as the blonde continued, "You're all sweaty! And do you really expect me do fight? Pfff. As if! I'll leave the fighting to Ladybug and Chat Noir thank you very much."
Madeline looked like she wanted to murder Chloe, but before she could take a step forward her mother put a comforting hand on her shoulder and stepped up. "Your teacher was supposed to inform you that you were to wear clothes you can sweat in. And by the looks of things everyone was informed. Were you absent the day she announced it?"
"No Madame Selma," Ms. Bustier spoke. "Chloe was there when I informed the class."
"Hm. Then the fault lies not with the teacher but with you, Mademoiselle… Chloe was it? And now you are being disrespectful to my daughter. Your father might be the mayor of Paris, but you have no right to walk into my home and disrespect my kids. One more outburst and I will send you out regardless. Am I understood?" The woman spoke slowly and calmly but her eyes betrayed her actual feelings. She was not happy with Chloe Bourgeois and everyone saw that. But unfortunately the spoiled blonde couldn't.
Chloe just stuck her nose in the air and continued, "You won't get a good review from me that's for sure! When I tell my daddy how horribly you treated me, you'll be out of business before the end of the week!"
"You can tell your father all the lies you want. But I have my ways as well. I am sure your father would want hear from an adult. Not a spoiled child who uses her father's position to get what she wants."
Marinette had to bite back a chuckle at Chloe's expression. The blonde's eye was twitching as she growled. She saw that Madeline wasn't very successful, her face turned beet red as she held her stomach. Chloe growled as she walked to the side and sat down, pouting. The class was silent except for the silent chuckles of Madeline. The dojo master sighed and took a moment before composing herself.
"Now, let us continue." The rest of the class was uneventful but Marinette had a deep sinking feeling in the bottom of her gut. Near the end of the lesson Marinette heard a faint beep. Madeline vanished leaving Selma to scowl and Michael to look around worried. Only until the class was packing up Madeline reappeared out of breath. She whispered something hurriedly in her mother's ear. Selma's face went through a gambit of emotions in three seconds: interest, worry, concern, surprise, and finally anger. The class was busy with gathering their things so no one but Marinette heard what Selma told Madeline.
"I thought this would happen. Now there is no turning back from this road."
"They can still do this," Madeline said. "This incident might rally others to the cause."
"The Empire has ways of stopping dissents. How is Senator Organa?"
"He's fine. Apparently, he didn't know anything about this attack. The attackers got away unscathed."
Selma sighed in relief. "That's good. What else has the HoloNet revealed?"
"There is a dissent Senator named Gall Trayvis speaking out against the Empire. And two others that run an illegal broadcast, the Bridgers I think. They are hacking the Imperial HoloNet and speaking out daily. "
"The Empire won't sit by and let this happen." Selma said. She was silebnt before sighing and nodding. "Very good. You and your brother are free this afternoon but you must be back before dark. I fear that with this rebellion might come more trouble for us."
"Okay." Marinette turned her head as soon as Madeline bowed to her mother. The young raven haired designer started to chatter with Alya when she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned to see Madeline smiling.
"Hey." The brunette greeted.
"Hey." The friends parroted back.
"So are you free this afternoon afterschool?"
"Other than homework no I don't think so." Marinette answered. "Why?"
"Well I'm free and I was wondering if you wanted to hang."
"Sure, we can all meet at my place," Marinette just about squealed from excitement. The raven-haired girl turned to her friend who was on her phone. "Alya?"
"Obviously girl. And if you can help with our History homework the help will be gratefully appreciated."
"Of course." Madeline prided herself on being knowledgeable in that kind of stuff. She had to learn the culture and history of multiple systems that were apart of the Galactic Republic and there were so many.
"Great. We get out at three fifty one. You can meet us at my place at four ten." Marinette beamed at the plan.
"Sounds good. I'll se you then."
"You're giving me a detention?!" a high pitched voice screeched. Everyone looked over to see Mme. Bustier handing Chloe Bourgeois a detention slip. The blonde was absolutely furious. Her face was a redder than Ladybug's suit. "Why are you giving me a detention?"
"Because you were rude to some one older than you. Madame Selma was nice enough to rearrange her schedule for the rest of the school year to help us defend ourselves. Free of charge to the school even. I believe we owe it to her and her family respect. You have used your father's position to get what you want, but this is where I put my foot down. I have had it with your attitude Chloe Bourgeois and I am pretty sure every single classmate and teacher has had it as well. You will show up to detention tomorrow afternoon or you will receive another one. Am I clear?"
Everyone stood there as they watched Chloe snatch the detention and stuff it in her purse. Mme. Bustier sighed as she walked over to Selma who was sitting on top of the ruined air conditioning unit, scanning the lcass, trying to pinpoint the exact place of the force signature.
"Excusez-moi Madame Selma," Mme. Bustier called to her. Like a leopard, Selma slid down to the ground with so much agility and grace. "I would like to apologize for Chloe Bourgeois behavior."
Selma placed a hand on the younger woman's shoulder. Smiling she said, "Do not worry about it. Other than Mademoiselle Bourgeois, I would have to say that your class was well behaved and very skilled. There are those in here that are a natural. Maybe later we will have to see about private lessons.
"As for Chloe Bourgeois, I suspect that her behavior stems from not enough attention from her father and the only way to get his attention is to get in trouble. I see it all the time. In time she will learn that the attention on her will be the wrong type and make a complete turn around. As for now we can only do what we must. I assume that you will come back around the same time next week?"
"Oui. Next Wednesday. Same time." Miss Bustier faced the master straight on and bowed deeply in respect. Selma mirrored her bow, although she didn't go as far down. The class walked out of the dojo, leaving three very tired Jedi behind.
Madeline stretched and yawned loudly, already deciding to take a nap. As she was walking up the stairs, an explosion rocked the house, followed by screams. Selma was the first one to recover, heading to the door to see what the problem was. Standing in front of a large crater that barely missed the dojo entrance was a girl about the age of fifteen. She had a tight fitting dark purple bodice with a large music staff on the front. The sleeves and collar were black lace and she wore calf-high black boots and fingerless black gloves. The girl's dark brown hair swayed in the breeze, and over her golden brown eyes was a butterfly like symbol. An akuma.
Selma slammed and barricaded the door. She pulled the twins up the stairs and shoved them into Madeline's room.
"Do not move from this room until you are sure that the attack is over." She ordered. The twins knew that the tone she used. That was the tone she was known for, when in the heat of the battle caused the soldiers to panic. "Understood?"
"Yes Master Selma," The twins answered in unison.
"Good. I'll be back." Selma slammed the door behind her. Once the dojo was silent Madeline threw herself on her bed. She didn't see Michael pick up an ornate black and red box that was sitting on her desk.
"Where'd you get this?" Michael held out the box for her to examine.
"Strange." She took it from her brother and examined it closely. "I've never seen this before."
Slowly she opened it, tensing as she was expecting one of Michael's pranks. Instead of snakes, there was a silver brooch in the shape of a peacock. Carefully Madeline picked it up and examined it closely only to have a bright blue and green ball of light to appear in front of her. She was so startled that she dropped the brooch on the ground. Madeline backed up to where her brother was as the light grew until it was the size of a golf ball before it vanished leaving a small creature.
It was a small creature was small enough that it could fit in the palm of Madeline's hand. It had a blue body, with a blue peacock like tail with green spots. When it yawned and opened its eyes, Madeline caught sight of light moss green eyes. The eyes were proportionally large for its head, and its body was smaller than its head. The arms were small fins as well as the legs. When it spotted the twins sitting in the corner staring wide eyed at it, it smiled at them and waved at them with its fin. The young woman had to admit that it was kind of cute. Taking a deep breath Madeline slowly walked up to it, sititng down several inches away. It didn't hesitate to fly straight up to Madeline.
"Hello," it squeaked. Madeline's eyes were as wide as saucers but this isn't the first time she has seen something strange. Michael, on the other hand, didn't take it so well and promptly fainted with a thump. Of course Madeline didn't see it, since she didn't want this all to be a dream.
"Hi," Madeline breathed.
"My name is Yin." The thing introduced. The thing, Yin, sounded vaguely female. "What's yours?"
"Madeline," the Padawan introduced herself. Slowly Madeline lifted a finger and started to poke the creature. "Uh what are you?"
"I'm a kwami," Yin answered. By the flatness of her voice, she probably was asked this a lot. "But more specifically, I'm a peacock kwami."
"Okay, but what are you doing here?"
"You have been chosen to be the Miraculous Peacock, a hero known for his or her beauty and true aim."
"And uh what pray tell do I have to do to become this hero?"
"All you have to do is put on the brooch and say 'transform me.'" Yin explained. "You will have five throwing knives. When you used them up, you will have approximately five minutes before you de-transform. After you return to your civilian self, I have to eat to gain energy back."
"And what do you eat?" Madlein was alsmot scared to ask.
"Any thing is fine but I usually prefer caramels." Yin answered. "So what do you say?"
Madeline looked at the brooch. It looked so ordinary, just like her. The young Padawan wondered what she did to be chosen and given a high honor. Taking a deep breath Madeline glanced back at the kwami. "Okay. I'll do it."
She pinned the brooch to her robes. Her brother was still passed on the floor unconscious and Master Selma was force knows where. Maybe out in the middle of the battle helping the civilians.
"Oh yeah!" Yin pumped her little fins excitedly.
"So what do I say again?" Madeline thought for a second. "Oh that's right: Yin transform me!"
The kwami glowed slightly before being sucked into the brooch, which went from being silver to green and blue. A blue green mask appeared over Madeline's brown eyes, before green and blue sparkles traveled down her body, replacing her robes with a tight fighting, sea green one piece with white boots and gloves. Around her waist was a light blue belt, which held throwing knives in the design of peacock feathers. She wore a cape the same color as her leotard but was had feather designs on the bottom like real peacock feathers. The edges of her brown hair were magically dyed blue and green, with several feathers holding it in a half bun.
This all took place in a matter of seconds, but for Madeline it felt like an eternity. When the light died down, Madeline got a good look at herself in the mirror. She looked like a completely different person, the new one piece showing off curves that should've been easily hidden. The suit itself fit perfectly, almost like a second skin. Looking around, Madeline couldn't find Yin anywhere. Another explosion shook the house.
With out a second thought Madeline opened the window and jumped out, landing perfectly and softly.
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Queen Bee slammed into a wall once again after taking a hit for Ladybug. Both Chat Noir and Queen Bee knew that their job was to protect the heroine since she was the only one who could purify an akuma and fix everything. Neither complained but sometimes Queen Bee hated her job. This akuma was slightly difficult for the trio of miraculous holders, according to Chat Noir. She called herself Lady Voix, someone who was angered by Chloe Bourgeois (no surprise there). Apparently the spoiled blonde made fun of her for singing, causing her to loose confidence in herself, making her a perfect target for the akuma.
Chat Noir offered a hand and helped her up. They still had to find out where the akuma was hiding, but since she wasn't holding anything there was no way to tell where it was. Lady Voix sent another blast of her power at them. Ladybug dodged it with agility that even Master Yoda couldn't rival.
"Give me your miraculous and I promise a merciful and quick end," Lady Voix bargained. "My master only wants what's best for the world."
"Your master is a coward," Queen Bee shot back. With difficulty she stood, wincing when she heard a joint pop. Ugh she was getting too old for this. "To use others like puppets to get power beyond belief is nothing short of being a coward."
Lady Voix bared her teeth and growled. "I'll show you who's the coward."
The akuma took a deep breath before releasing another note of power, slamming the three into the wall.
"I think she's should scale it back," Chat Noir quipped. Queen Bee and Ladybug groaned in unison at Chat noir's pun.
"Really Chat Noir, you are making jokes at a time like this?" the eldest Miraculous asked, groaning. "We need to end this soon. Otherwise it will be us that will fall flat." Chat Noir flashed her a Cheshire cat like grin, while Ladybug just rolled her eyes.
"Then maybe you need an extra player in this orchestra," a voice suggested. All three current miraculous holders glanced up to see a figure in a skintight blue green outfit on top of the roof. On her chest a brooch of green and blue glittered in the late morning sun. She stared down the akuma as if staring down a child who done wrong.
A holographic butterfly appeared over Lady Voix's face. She was communicating with her master. Her face twisted into a sick kind of smile as she replied, "With pleasure master."
Without warning, Lady Voix launched herself at the new hero, engaging her in battle. Queen Bee's eyes narrowed as she sensed a bright pulsing force signature from the peacock themed heroine.
"Is that what I think it is?" Chat noir asked. His voice clearly held awe as the new hero did an uppercut, sending the akuma flat on her back.
"Another Miraculous," Ladybug confirmed breathlessly. This caused Queen Bee to scowl.
"What am I? Chopped liver?" She asked crossing her arms. The two held up their hands in surrender but they returned their attentnion to the fight. Peacock had something in her hand: a necklace with a double clef note pendant. The pendant and chain were black purple.
"Hey Ladybug," she called down. "I found the akuma."
With a snap, the new miraculous holder broke the necklace releasing the purple and black butterfly. Ladybug smiled as she pulled out her weapon of choice.
"No more evil doing for you little akuma," she commented as she opened her yoyo. Swining it, she shouted, "Time to de-evilize!"
The butterfly was caught with ease, and when it was reopened, a pure white glowing butterfly flew off, with Ladybug bidding the little butterfly good bye. Lady Voix was engulfed in a purple and black cloud, transforming her back into her civilian form. Unfortunately she was on the edge of the roof and as soon as her power was gone, her grip was gone. She slid off the roof, grabbing the ledge and hanging on by the tips of her fingers.
"LADYBUG HELP ME!" She screamed. The peacock hero reached down to grab her but she was too far down. Slowly her fingers lost its grip but the hero didn't give up, jumping down on a ledge just above the girl.
"I can't reach her!" The hero shouted. "Cast your lucky charm Ladybug!"
"Miraculous Ladybug!" Ladybug quickly threw up the lucky charm, which dissolved into millions of ladybugs. They flew around fixing the damage. They engulfed the former akuma, safely bringing her down. When the three heroes looked up, the peacock hero was gone.
Queen Bee sighed when she heard her miraculous beep. She bowed her head in farewell before jumping off. There was another player in the game, one she was sure to catch….