Marinette sighed as she made her way up to her room. The first day of school was only half way over and it was an even bigger disaster than she could have imagined.

She knew she would have to deal with a monster today, but she thought it would only be Chloe. She can handle Chloe.

But whatever Ivan had become was different. It wasn't him. It was a true monster.

And it was terrifying.

And it's still out there, she thought with a shudder.

She groaned and fell face first into her chaise. She knew she shouldn't have gotten out of bed this morning. She flopped onto her back and stared at her bed longingly. It looked so comfortable and warm. But so far away.

She was about to doze off when something caught her eye.

It was a little onyx wooden box with a strange symbol on top.

The symbol looked like a Chinese design, but she did not recognize it.

But then again she only knew basic Chinese symbols.

It looked suspicious and the fact that it mysteriously appeared in her room didn't help settle her nerves.

Eventually her curiosity won out and she picked the box up before slowly opening it.

What happened next made her drop the box in surprise.

It started emitting a green light so bright she had to close her eyes. The light started to grow brighter before sweeping across the room in all directions, going straight through her.

The light disappeared just as quickly as it came. Leaving nothing but a ring in the box on her bedroom floor.

Confusingly she looked around the room, not knowing what had just happened. Suddenly she froze.

There was a... something floating right in front of her face.

"Hey! You got any food? I'm starving! I was locked up in that forsaken box for who knows how long with nothing to eat. Can you believe that?"

Marrinette squeaked and jumped away from the... thing. She had a strange urge to scream and coo at the same time. It was kind of adorable.

"Umm...heh. I um... I don't.."

She tried to get a coherent sentence out, she really did. But she didn't know what was going on and was very confused. She didn't like being confused.

Then the thing began to talk again and she just about lost it.

"Oh riiiiggghhhhtttt. I forgot about this bit. Well, hey I'm a kwami. I give you powers and the chance to be a hero. You'll help protect the civilians and you're duty is to keep you're partner safe. Blah blah blah whatcha got to eat?"

Not helpful in the slightest. She was even more confused now. Kwami? Powers? Partner? What?

"Wait wait wait! Powers? Like superhero powers? I'm, I'm no hero."

"Bleh, superhero. Why do you people insist on calling us that. Just cause someone has powers doesn't make them super. There are evils out there, kid. Bad things."

"Okaayy, but why are you here? Telling me this? I'm no hero."

The kwami rolled his eyes frustrated. Every time his kits doubt themselves.

"Listen kid, you're my chosen. You're the one who's gonna save those people. There's no question. You were meant to do this and deep down you know it's true. Now there no room for doubt. You're a hero wether you're in a suit or not. And the moment you put on that ring you will realize it too."

Marinette knew he was right. She could feel the ring calling to her. She had an urge to pick it up and put it on her finger.

Then she remembered something that she couldn't help but be excited for.

"Wait, there's a suit?"

Plagg smirked.

"Oh ya. There's a suit. You're going to love this."

Marinette stared at herself in the mirror for a long moment.

"Wow."

That's all she could manage to say.

Her hair was loose of it's normal pigtails and was everywhere. It looked as though every hair product couldn't tame it. It looked nice in its chaotic waves.

Her body was covered in skin tight leather. A belt was around her waist and a black scarf was attached to the back of it, acting as a poofy tail.

A silver baton was attached to her back. How she would use that without hitting herself in the face she'll never know.

But what really impressed her were the boots. There were wedged black leather boots and they were actually comfortable. If she were skeptical about magic before, she knew for a fact it was real now.

How was it possible for her to run in these?

She gave a slight jog around her room and a huge smile blossomed her face.

Her inner fashion designer was going crazy.

They were amazing.

The suit was amazing.

She felt amazing.

She felt as though she could do anything. That anything was possible.

And she loved it.

The smile slid off her face when she heard the newscast.

"Stoneheart is heading toward the Montparnasse tower. The monster seems to be unstoppable!"

She stared at the screen for a second.

She was hesitant.

Then the screen changed to show Alya running after Stoneheart and her fear was replaced with determination.

With one last glance at the screen she vaulted out the trapdoor.