Chapter 7: Miraculous discoveries

Madeline sighed as she got out of her bed, the restless night showing on her face. Her coffee brown eyes were lined with heavy purple bags, her irises betraying a haunted look. The young Padawan had once again experience all-too vivid nightmares of the massacre, only this time the horrifying dream held her in its cold clutches. She experienced the pain, the fear, the anger of Skywalker's betrayal, she felt the searing pain of a light saber and blaster wound that many of her fellow Padawans felt during the initial slaughter, she even experienced a light that many people claimed they saw when they….

The young Padawan shook her head as she undressed and redressed in her clothes for the day. After glancing at the clock, Madeline realized how late it was. It was almost eleven-thirty AM on a Friday…they had been living in Paris for almost a week. Madeline wondered why her twin didn't come and get her up for meditation, why Master Selma hadn't barged in her demanding her to get up and get to the practice room. After making sure that she looked a little presentable, Madeline made her way down to the kitchen. Michael was there already, sitting at the bar playing a hand held video game, looking bored out of his mind. He looked up when Madeline cleared her throat.

"Well good morning sleeping beauty," he greeted jokingly. When Michael turned towards his twin his smile vanished. "What happened to you? You look like you've been through hell."

Madeline scowled and raised an eyebrow at her brother but in all honesty she realized that her brother might be right. Her hair was tangled, her clothes slightly wrinkled, her eyes unfocused and dull. Underneath her usual bright coffee brown eyes, she had dark purple bags that had stood out from her pale skin. The young girl just scoffed as she grabbed a bowl, a random box of cereal and the milk. The two siblings sat there in silence, while Madeline ate her breakfast and Michael, (who presumably already ate) played on his hand held, the noises from the game and the clinking of the spoon against the bowl the only noises in the house.

About thirty more minutes of this Selma finally made her appearance, looking just as bad, if not worse, than Madeline. The former master didn't bother to wear any robes. Instead she wore black sweats with a white strip down the sides, and a yellow tank top. Selma's silky golden hair with silver streaks was dull and tied up in a messy bun. It appeared that Selma didn't bother to brush her hair and that she shivered despite it being an unseasonably warm spring day and she wore a thick jacket.

The twins silently watched their master walk over to the sink and grab herself a cup of water. Selma took a sip of the water. Then another. And then another. Finally after three sips, Selma spoke.

"I am suspending all practice and training until further notice."

Madeline's spoon clattered against the porcelain bowl in shock. Michael's Gameboy fell against the countertop, the screen cracking. Both twins stared at their master, who still had her back to the two children.

Both children didn't see the tear that fell from Selma's toxic green eyes. The Jedi Master let it fall so the twins wouldn't see her wipe it away. Her voice sounded strange to her own ears, her heart beat out of control in her chest. Selma didn't notice her grip on the glass became so tight that the glass shattered, cutting her hand. She winced and cried out slightly as she started to clean out the wound, her children standing immediately and went over to help her.

"No," she snapped angrily. Both twins stopped in their tracks, their faces showing their shock. Selma took a breath to calm her anger before speaking, "Forgive me. I will take care of this myself. Excuse me children."

Without another word, and with her hand cradled close to her chest, Selma left the kitchen without another word. Both twins watched their master swiftly walk out of the kitchen. Once in her room, Selma closed and looked the door. She immediately started to dress her wound. With a pair of tweezers the former Jedi carefully extracted the little shards of glass that were left in the cut. Selma winced only once as she pulled out a decent sized shard. Once the cuts were cleared of glass, Selma began the process of cleaning and dressing the cuts.

It took little under twenty minutes to disinfect the cuts and wrap her hand, all without wincing. ZeeZee watched from a distant, afraid to even speak to her charge, though Selma never even threatened to raise a hand against the bee kwami. Selma stared at her bandaged hand silently, as she flexed it, her eyes narrowing the only sign she registered the slight pain.

"Selma?" ZeeZee asked hesitantly. The only time the small fairy had ever seen her master like this was when the woman received word that her order fell. The woman had summoned ZeeZee from her miraculous when the Jedi had felt the death of the other Jedi. Her eyes had been glazed over and all light had been sucked out of those glowing green orbs. Just like now.

"Nightmares," Selma answered, despite the unspoken question. A tear fell and splattered on the bandaged hand. "All of those who died…. their spirits haunt us and torment me with the dream…. the nightmares." Her breathing had become erratic and she started to ramble on. "They are tormenting us because we didn't warn them. I saw the massacre repeatedly, and yet I didn't tell them!"

Selma sobbed uncontrollably as she kept babbling on about how she failed the order and how the Sith would find them. The Jedi Master kept getting louder and louder as she continued, but stopped when ZeeZee did the unthinkable. She slapped her master. Madame Turon blinked several times, her dazed look fading and her usual look of eagle-like focus and concentration coming back. ZeeZee wilted and floated away as Selma turned toward her, the little kwami afraid of what would happen.

"ZeeZee?" Slowly asked Selma. ZeeZee noticeably winced at her voice, afraid of what she'd do. According to the ancient rules, a kwami was never supposed to harm or put their masters in danger. Few kwamis had ever broken this rule, but those who did…. they vanished. Not even the Guardian knew what happened to those who broke the most sacred and ancient of rules. As those thoughts ran through her head, the bee kwami visibly shook, having trouble staying in the air.

"I-I di-dn't m-m-mean it," ZeeZee stammered. "Pl-please!"

Selma held up a hand and gestured for the kwami to come forward. ZeeZee hesitantly did so though she was shaking like a leaf in a hurricane. Once the little kwami had done as she was told, she hovered in front of Selma waiting for the Jedi's punishment/verdict. Unexpectedly the former Jedi master scooped up ZeeZee and hugged her close and gently. ZeeZee squeaked slightly at the master's sudden movement but relaxed when she realized the Master would never hurt her.

"Thank you," the master whispered. The little kwami's light pink eyes scrunched up as a large smile split her face. Selma sighed as she released the kwami, her hand reminding her that she needed to do something about these…nightmares. "ZeeZee, you need to leave me alone for a couple of hours. Only come to me if there is an akuma attack. I need to search for answers."

"Okay," the kwami answered in a small voice. She floated over to the drawer where her miraculous was kept and materialized to the other side.

Once Selma was alone and she was sure the little bee wasn't listening, the Jedi got in a lotus position. Once she was comfortable, Selma closed her eyes and dove head first into the Astral Plane. If anyone had been watching her while she was on the Astral Plane, they would've seen a silver outline envelope her. The Force and the Astral Plane could be considered one in the same. Selma learned that when she first meditated on Earth. Now she used it whenever she was in dire need of either council or comfort.

The Plane around her was had a blue background with pink and purple lines floating around her. The ground beneath her was solid, the area around her unfamiliar but as she continued to walk the scene around her shifted to Mortis. The Daughter was there in the Gardens of the Fallen Warriors tending to a rare species of flowers. Selma never had the privilege to meet the Force Guardian when she was alive but since meeting her here, Selma felt like she could confide everything in her. The Jedi Master strolled up to the Force Guardian, who looked up and smiled warmly at her.

"Ah Master Selma, what a surprise it is to see you here," the spirit of The Daughter stood up smoothly and embraced the Jedi Master. The Force Guardian's face scowled when she spotted Selma's worried face. "Why the long face?"

"I am troubled." Selma explained. "I have been plagued by nightmares of the massacre. I feel that they are telling me something important."

"My brother has been busy with the massacre of the Jedi though there is something that you cannot see. Yet."

"Please." Selma begged. The Daughter sighed as she realized that she wasn't going to talk the Master out of it. She was as stubborn as an Earth mule.

"Very well. Tonight you will be granted a vision of the your future and the reason for the nightmares." The Daughter's tone became deadly serious, "What you will see is something that will not happen for two years. You can take every precaution to prevent it but you cannot change anything. You cannot move away. Understand."

"I do."

The Daughter nodded solemnly as she walked up to the Jedi Master. The Force Guardian touched the middle of Selma's forehead and she was propelled back into her body. When Selma opened her eyes, she saw that it was well past noon, maybe two-thirty in the afternoon. A pounding headache suddenly made itself known as Selma felt her stomach churn nauseously. Selma's hand flew to her mouth in hopes it would quell the nausea, but it didn't help. The door suddenly unlocked itself and flew open as Selma ran to the nearest bathroom to purge her stomach. Traveling to the Astral Plane still caused her major nausea but it seemed to be getting better….or so she thought.

Ugh….what a life…..

-LINE BREAK-

Marinette happily flew towards the door as the final bell rang, signifying the end of the school day. Finally the weekend was here, and despite there being fewer akuma attacks that normal that week, it was a pretty calm week. And the bluenette hoped that it was going to be a pretty calm weekend so she could finish the dresses for the dance in a week. The amateur designer caught up with Alya, who was talking with Nino and Adrien.

Breathe Marinette, a voice instructed as the young girl felt her breathing become short and rapid. Adrien is just a person….a person you have a MAJOR CRUSH ON AND EVERYTHING YOU SAY OR DO CAN HINDER YOUR FUTURE RELATIONSHIP!

As her internal freak out was going on, her natural smile became more and more tight, causing Marinette to look like she was forcing a smile on. The closer she approached the trio of friends, the louder the voice screaming got.

AND IF YOU CAN'T WOO AND MARRY HIM THEN HE'S GOING TO END UP WITH CHLOE! DO YOU WANT THAT!? NO YOU DON'T! DON'T SCREW UP!

By the time Marinette was side by side with her friend, the voice was practically screaming incoherent nonsense. Alya noticed the tight smile Marinette wore and wrapped her hands around her friend's shoulder, causing the bluenette to be ripped out of her little internal freak out and a more relaxed and natural smile to take the place of the forced smile. Marinette was brought out of her little internal problem right in time to catch the tail end of the conversation. Apparently, the dance was pushed up due to scheduling conflicts the teachers have. So instead of three weeks until the dance, there were just two.

"DO you know if they're still selling tickets?" Marinette asked.

"They might have several left but as far as I know they are still selling." Nino answered shrugging.

Adrien looked at her questioningly. "Are you planning on inviting Madeline and Michael?"

Marinette giggled under the questioningly look of her crush. He looked so adorable! But she nodded and answered, "Yeah. They just seem so lonely with no friends. I just thought it might be nice for them."

"Well what about Master 'I-don't-let-my-children-out-of-my-sight-for more-than-one-minute'?" Alya asked jokingly.

"I have an idea but I'm going to need your support," Marinette answered with a wink. Alya smiled as she wrapped her arms around Marinette's shoulder. The kids kept talking until a horn caused them to jump. Adrien bid his friends goodbye before heading over to the limousine that was driven by the large man that had been dubbed by many, the Gorilla. After the limo had driven off, Marinette and Alya bid Nino goodbye and made their way towards the Dojo. They scowled as when they found a closed sign outside.

"I'll try texting her," Marinette proposed. She pulled out her phone and texted Madeline's phone.

Hey, Alya and I are outside, her text read, we need to give you something.

Once it was sent, both girls waited for the brunette to come down and open the door. But after an hour and a half of waiting, Marinette decided to call her, but every time she called, it immediately went to voicemail each time. Alya knocked on the door, and the two waited another half hour before Marinette's mom called, asking where they were. The bluenette informed her mother of the little detour that they decided to take and promised her that they would be home soon. Little did they know they were being watched from the shadows of the roof. A figure in a blue-green outfit silently watched Marinette and Alya, her eyes narrowing when they walked off. Lady Peacock stood up and stared down at the people who walked around in the spring late afternoon.

She glanced around, a feeling tugging at her waist like a string was being pulled. The feeling started after Selma had disappeared in her room. It hadn't left her since then, bothering her and causing her anxiety but she couldn't shake the feeling, no matter how many hours of meditation or training she went through. It had grown stronger as the day drew on, forcing Madeline to try and follow the feeling. Deciding it would be better and faster to transform, the brunette summoned Yin and transformed into Lady Peacock. She had just arrived on the roof when she spotted Marinette and Alya. Peacock knew her mother had closed the dojo for the day, because she wasn't feeling too good, so she had no idea why they come.

Peacock shook her head and cleared her mind of any thoughts, only focusing on the tugging. She made her way towards the Seine before the tugging made a turn. Peacock didn't realize where she was until she stopped at the entrance.

The Rue de la Tombe-Issoire.

Underneath this building lies one of the many entrances of the Catacombs of Paris, where many ancient victims of the plague were buried. She was about to enter before someone called her name. Well her miraculous name. The peacock heroine turned to see Ladybug and Chat Noir approach her. People took pictures as the heroes gathered to talk.

"So do you want to tell why you're here?" Chat Noir prodded. Peacock glared at the hero but sighed as she realized that it wouldn't do much use. Like it or not, she was back on a team. And she was going to have to learn to trust again.

"I have this strange pull," she explained, unable to explain it. "I can't explain it. It's been pulling me in a certain direction-this certain direction. It's been happening all day but it's never been this strong." She turned towards the two heroes. "Have you guys been feeling it?"

"No," Ladybug admitted. "Though I have been having a strange feeling all day. It only intensified right now. Chat noir?"

The black cat of Paris shrugged nonchalantly but Peacock could see the uneasiness in his eyes. "I've been feeling something strange."

"Well whether it's just me, or something involving the miraculouses, it's coming from underground in the catacombs."

The two looked at each other before agreeing to come. Peacock rolled her eyes as she entered the catacombs. The pull became stronger the deeper they went. And so did the scarcity of a light source. After the third trip by Chat Noir, Ladybug voiced her complaints.

"Maybe I can summon a lucky charm," Ladybug suggested, going for her yoyo. But before she could unhook it, there was a sparkle of blue and green magic. Peacock glanced down at her belt where the sparkles were but vanished as soon as she reached for it. There was a silver cylinder left, one that made Peacock's brown eyes go wide in shock and wonder.

"What is it?" Ladybug asked.

"I-I don't believe it," Peacock muttered in unbelief.

"It's a cylinder," Chat Noir deadpanned. "What's so special about it?"

"It's our light source," the peacock themed hero answered. "I thought that I left this back at my house."

She pressed a button, revealing a long blade made out of sapphire blue light. It hummed slightly while casting a beautiful blue glow around them. Chat Noir looked around, jumping when he saw he was right next to a skull. Both feminine heroes giggled at the feminine squeal Chat Noir released when he spotted the skull. The three heroes continued down the path, with Peacock and her high tech glow stick. As they went deeper the more Chat Noir got nervous.

"How much longer?" He whined.

"I don't know," Peacock admitted. "The feeling is getting stronger the deeper we go. We just follow the feeling."

Chat Noir scowled at Ladybug, who scowled right back. Sometimes their friends were strange. The three miraculous holders continued to walk, until they were so deep into the catacombs, they entered an area that wasn't on any known map. When the two older miraculous holders were about to inform the younger hero gasped in shock. Both Chat Noir and Ladybug stopped short when they saw why the Peacock stopped. There was a strange high tech door with a strange symbol on it. One that looked strangely familiar to Ladybug. The door seemed out of place in the ancient underground burial.

"Whoa," Chat Noir muttered. He put his claw against the door and pushed but it didn't budge. "How do we open it?"

"Cataclysm?" Ladybug suggested. Before the cat themed hero could try it, Peacock stopped him.

"There is another way to open it." Peacock stepped back a good three steps away from the door. She handed the glow stick to Ladybug before taking a deep breath and throwing her hands out. She closed her eyes in concentration before moving her hands away from each other. Chat Noir felt a strange tingling sensation deep within his chest, and he heard a high whistling sound. To both their surprise the door slowly started to move open until it was, revealing a large temple like room. Peacock took a hesitant step inside, her face betraying her disbelief.

"I can't believe it," she whispered. "A temple...all this time, underneath the city all this time."

Ladybug had to admit it was amazing. The room was like a high tech temple with a flag hanging from the ceiling., one of them including a turtle symbol. There were many different high tech devices around the room, including several rusted robots lying around. Peacock went over to one of them and opened some sort of panel. Ladybug and Chat Noir stood to the side, watching their friend wire and rewire the robot. Finally after five minutes the young heroine shouted in elation while the robot's eyes glowed a soft yellow. Peacock helped the robot stand on its feet while it looked around, cocking its head as if confused. Finally it spotted the three heroes, its eyes fizzled like it was blinking.

"Hello, I am HK-89," it greeted. "How may I be of assistance?"

"No way! I didn't know they still made HK droids," Peacock sounded like an excited and frightened. The droid cocked its head.

"My external scans are damaged," it informed. "But my internal scans are at optimal capacity. They inform me that the date is…" It's head twitched suddenly. "I seem to be experience an error."

"How long were you asleep 89?" Peacock asked. The robot's head sparked and twitched as if it was internally calculating.

"There is an error with my internal scan." It announced. "I must be…malfunctioning. Perhaps Master Cammi will be able to assist and help with my repairs."

"Who's Master Cammi?" Ladybug asked. She noticed how Peacock was rubbing her chin in thought, a familiar look of thought on her face.

"That's not possible," she muttered. When the two heroes turned towards her, with a questioning glance she explained, "Master Aurélie Cammi was a master who served on the council during the old republic but that was over a hundred years ago!"

The robot seemed to spark some more, sending out blurs of some sort, almost collapsing.

"Oh dear."

"Don't worry HK." Peacock assured. "Can you show us to the repair room? Maybe I can fix it and your scans."

"Certainly, Padawan," The robot turned and started to walk deeper into the temple. Ladybug was surprised and shocked to see that the entire temple was littered with more rooms, from infirmaries to training rooms to council rooms. It was amazing…or would've been if everything hadn't been half destroyed.

"What happened here?" Ladybug asked.

"My data cards are inaccessible unfortunately. But the main computer should be able to answer your question Padawan."

"What is he calling us?" Chat Noir asked. He crossed his arms. "Should I be offended?"

"No. A Padawan is just another word for initiate." Peacock answered with a chuckle. After that there were very little words to be exchanged until they reached the repair room, where there were many different robot parts laying around the room. "So this is the repair room…needs some cleaning. Time for some updates."

The robot laid down on an examination able while Ladybug and Chat Noir looked around the room in wonder. Both of them were comparing this to the Galaxy Wars saga in their mind. Peacock had told them not touch anything but Chat Noir couldn't help but pick up a laser gun. He made 'pew, pew' sounds with his mouth quietly but he must've hit the trigger as it fired a concentrated blast. It bounced off a robot arm, before ricocheting towards Peacock, who was fine-tuning the robot they encountered at the door.

"Look out!" Chat noir warned. But apparently Peacock had it. She activated her glow stick just as the beam reached her. The beam ricocheted back towards the back where it ruined and short-circuited several parts. The brunette scowled at Chat Noir who just chuckled and hid the blaster behind his back unsuccessfully. Peacock shook her head as she finished the tuning. Five minutes later Peacock whooped in happiness as she proclaimed that the droid was finished.

"My appreciation Padawan," the robot thanked. It stood on its pedes, straighter for some reason. "I am now able to access my internal data cards and both internal and external scans." A small projector popped out from his head, projecting an image. "I am HK-89, built and designed for hunting and terminating Jedi. Jedi Master Cammi found me after Darth Revan abandoned ship. She reprogrammed me to become chief security of the Temple of the City of Paris. Created in the year of 1825."

"That must've been about three years before the Sith were believed to be completely eradicated," Peacock muttered under her breath.

"You are correct," The hologram changed. It was a schematic of the temple. Ladybug was completely shocked to find out that temple went all the way down to the deepest part of Earth's crust, right before it hit the mantle. "The Galactic Republic sent its best architects to design an underground temple. Five Earth years passed before the temple was complete. It was the epitome of underground temples, its true location known only to a few. Including Grand Master Cammi."

"But I have…uh had a map. It showed a map of the underground and sewer systems, along with the date, 1830 and a turtle symbol."

"The Jedi have always had an alliance with the holders of the Miraculous," the droid explained. "Though the only miraculous activated at the time was the turtle miraculous."

"What's a Jedi?" Ladybug asked.

"Someone to employs the power of the Ashla," a voice supplied. In a millisecond the heroes had their weapon out and ready to use. A figure came out of nowhere shielded in a dark cloak. She (by the sound of the stranger's voice it was obviously a female) had an accent that was similar to a native French speaker who was trying to speak English. From what the warriors could see, the strange woman wore a 1830s style dress robe.

"Who…. are you?" Ladybug asked, her yoyo poised to strike.

A smile could be seen on the face of the stranger beneath the hood. "It is so good to see that the miraculouses have been well guarded. Excellent."

"Don't avoid the question!" Peacock ordered harshly. "Tell us who you are."

The stranger removed her hood. Chat Noir and Ladybug looked shocked because the woman they saw had blue skin with brilliant blue eyes. She had strange tails coming out of her hair, tied back with a strange type of cloth. Where she was supposed to have ears the stranger had a strange type of pointed…thing. The strangest thing was she had a silver glow around her. Peacock was shocked because she recognized the person from the records back on Coruscant. Hesitantly she put her light saber and whip away and stepped forward.

"Grand Master Cammi?" She supplied. The strange woman smiled slightly before bowing.

"You recognize me. That must mean that you are a Jedi." The woman floated forward. She placed a spectral hand on Peacock's shoulder, which surprisingly felt solid. "Has the council finally got my message?"

"What message?" The woman's face fell into disappointment. She sighed.

"We were under attack." Cammi explained. "I sent a distress signal to Coruscant but…no one ever arrived. We were overwhelmed. My last memory was defending the Hall of Younglings."

"Who attacked you?" Chat noir asked. The woman's eyebrows scrunched up in anger.

"The natives found out what was going on here and decided to an investigation. Unfortunately they got spooked and decided to…well you know."

"Why would they do anything like that?" Ladybug asked, her voice betraying her emotion.

"Fear can cause people to do things." Peacock answered. Her answer caused Cammi's lips to form a smile.

"Spoken like a true Master." She gestured to the kitchen. "Come. I imagine your walk down here caused quite an appetite."

"Actually we better get going," Ladybug politely refused. "It's getting late and our families might be looking for us."

"You guys go on ahead. It's just a straight walk back up to the surface. Peacock offered.

"What about you?" Chat Noir asked. "Isn't your family going to be wondering about you?"

"Don't worry about me. I already told my brother where I'm going to be and when I left my mother was puking her guts out. So I'm good. Besides, I've got this." She held up her arm to show a gauntlet. "It still works and if I'm in need of help then it still works."

They reluctantly nodded and left, leaving the ghost of the strange creature, HK-89 and Peacock. Once they were alone, the ghost turned towards the blue-green heroine.

"Since you know so much about the Jedi, I assume that you are one as well?"

"Well, I was," Peacock's mood was suddenly dampened as the miraculous timed out. She caught Yin and placed her on her shoulder, handing a piece a caramel to the kwami once she was secure. The spirit of Master Cammi narrowed her eyes in suspicion backing up a few steps.

"You are not a dark Jedi…are you?" she asked.

"No I'm not." Madeline sighed heavily through her nose. "Something…happened to the Jedi."

"Like what?" The spirit seemed to pick up on the Padawan's mood. The human's brown eyes held a light that showed something…Cammi couldn't place. She saw the look in the eyes of someone who was captured and tortured by the Sith.

"It's a long story."

-Line break-

Marinette sat in her room, unable to fall asleep despite the tremendous discovery. There was an alien temple underneath the entire city of Paris and Lady Peacock was apart of it. Who knew right? While the young designer was elated by this discovery, Tikki seemed on edge.

"What's wrong Tiki?" Marinette asked.

Plagg looked up at Adrien with worried green eyes. The kwami knew this discovery might've put his wielder at risk. And everyone else on this planet. The kid had probably noticed how skittish he had become since they arrived back.

"Nothing. Don't worry about it kid." The black cat kwami answered. He tried to sound nonchalant but it failed.

Marinette raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure? You sound nervous."

"It's just-" Plagg started off. "That discovery today wasn't as cool as you think kid."

"Why not?" Adrien asked.

Tiki wrung her hands nervously. "Walking into that temple might've disturbed the Ashla and might've sent rippled through the Bogan."

"The what?" Both Adrien and Marinette asked at the same time unbeknownst to him.

"It's kinda," Plagg started.

"Complicated," Tiki finished. Marinette tapped her chin in thought, deciding whether or not she should stay up listening to what the little kwami had to say.

"Lay it on me, Tiki," Marinette ordered. The kwami sighed, knowing that she had to obey her wielder. She sighed and started her story.

A/N: I know the last part was very…. confusing but it flip flops between Marinette and Adrien as their kwamis explain what they saw.