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Chapter 13: Complications

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                        Adrien walked down the stairs and walked into the room he knew that hid the entrance to the secret room. Upon entering he knew something was off, considering the room was a complete mess. It was torn apart as if someone or something was looking for a particular spot or object. When Adrien noticed the displaced rug no longer covering the outlined circle on the gray floor. He looked back at his friends, a look of worry on his face.

                    "What happened here?" Rose asked, a little on edge. She looked about the room knowing something wasn't right.

                       "I don't know, but whatever did happen- it wasn't good." Alya responded. Her cocoa brown eyes warily eyed the wrecked room.

                        Adrien nodded his head in agreement. "Whatever happened- I can tell they were looking for this," he stated pointing his foot towards the circle in the room.

                       "Is that the entrance to the secret room?" Sabrina asked.

                       "Yes," Adrien replied. He stepped towards his Mother's portrait and did the same method he'd seen his father do to open the entrance. Pressing the two hidden buttons, the circle clicked and a platform appeared. "I think that we should try to find out what happened here," he said stepping into the platform and gestured for his friends to join him.

                    Stepping onto the platform, they were brought into darkness. Slowly it came to a stop and they were in a room with a circular window that was shattered. Broken glass shards littered the floor making it seem glittery. Adrien looked around the room, when he spotted his father laying unconscious.

                  Running up to him, he shook Gabriel trying to wake him. "Ugh," his father grimaced standing up and holding his throbbing head.

                   "What happened here?" Adrien questioned. Noticing that the butterfly miraculous was missing from his father's collar. Dread filled his stomach.

                "Darkblade and a few other akumatized villians banded together and revolted along with the help of some girl I can barely recall," Gabriel replied disdain in his tone.

               "Where's the Miraculous of Champions?" Adrien demanded.

               "She took it," was all Gabriel said.

                "Please tell me you at least have the Miraculouses of Creation and Destruction?" Alya interrupted.

                "No. I do not," Gabriel responded still holding his head, rubbing his temple.

                The group looked at one another, knowing that this was a major complication in their plan.

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                 Marinette looked at herself in the mirror. Bags were under her eyes from all the past sleepless nights, waking up from nightmares and dreams she could remember clearly. Not all of them were bad she had to admit, the ones that seemed displaced or forgotten memories she liked the most.

                      Vivid images of soaring through Paris's night sky, standing atop the Eiffel Tower seeing the glowing lights from the city she loved. To the ones that for some reason made her heart race, those about a certain blonde with green eyes. Her feelings had increased for the boy who finally had a name- Adrien, and it just complicated things a whole lot more.

                  Sighing she looked down, her bangs falling into her face. When the necklace she'd had ever since she could remember, began to emit a deep red glow. Taken aback, she frantically unclasped it from her neck and threw it onto the pink sofa. Which caused the pendant to glow brighter, engulfing the room in maroon for a moment.

                 Fading away bright candy apple red silhouettes stood in the room. Taking the shapes of women in red and black suits, each with their own spinoff of the superhero costume. They all looked unique and different from one another, yet they were closely related by the super power they were given.

               All of these costumes looked similar to the one Marinette saw in her dreams. The exact costume that she herself wore while in her nightly tour in Paris. Immediately a million questions came into her mind and right as she was about to speak, one of the ladybugs interupted her.

               "We will answer all your questions in time. However for the time being, we are only here to tell you. Something is coming, so Marinette prepare yourself."

            As soon as those words were spoken they immediately disappeared and the room begun to violently shake.