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Key:
(Y/N)= Your Name
(Y)= Year (Ex, 2017)
(Y/N)'s POV
My front door crashed as I pulled it open roughly. As I stepped in I ditched my book bag like it was a sack of rocks. I kept going through my house until I reached the back door, where a bag of supplies lay. I grabbed it and left my house, stomping along the field and to the forest. Being 13 was tough. It was even tougher when you're in three honors classes and your teachers don't know what 'Too much' homework is. "Stupid teachers," I grumbled, going deeper into the familiar woods. Soon enough I found the cave I was looking for.
I didn't pay attention as I walked in, knowing it like the back of my hand. I climbed over rocks, heading deeper in. I felt my rage start to waver as I focused more on not tripping. Suddenly the ground under me wasn't there as my foot caught a slippery area. My rear hit the ground, and before I could stand up the ground under me gave way. My eyes closed on reflex, my muscles tensed, bracing for impact. I hit the ground with my back so hard it stunned me for a second.
Soon I slowly opened my eyes only to see nothing. I lifted my upper half off the damp ground, taking even breaths. It hurt a lot. The bag I had grabbed was gone, and this area was unfamiliar. Feeling my way around I discovered that the area was a large rectangle like room, and the walls had some kind of carvings. But suddenly my hand found something that wasn't stone. It was my bag! "Finally!" I cried, my voice echoing. I reached in and grabbed my flashlight, turning it on to get a good look at the room.
Colorful pictures seemed to dance on the dark walls, gems glinting here and there. Then I turned the light onto myself. One of my shoes had a giant tear in it, and my pants had rips, showing thin cuts that I didn't even know were there. My shirt was ruined, and so was my arms. I didn't even bother to try and see the damage on my back, I could already feel the bruises.
Ignoring my condition, I took another look at the room. I saw where I fell through, a
hole in the ceiling that was about 3 yards high. My eyes combed over the walls again, trying to see if there was any way I could climb up. The only thing I saw was an alter like structure, with something on it.
Stepping closer, I saw that it was a silver diadem, shaped as if it were a wreath made from grass. In the center was a dark purple gem. I found myself placing the torch onto the alter so my hands could be free to examine the crown better. It was quite plain, but it still had this air that made it seem as if it was the most complex piece of jewelry made. Then, as if controlled by something, I placed it onto my head. It fit perfectly, and it felt as if it were a tiara. But before I could actively take it off, a bright light shined, blinding me.
When I opened my eyes again the only thing different was the fact that my light had gone out. "Why is it so dark?" A voice asked, causing me to scream. "Woah! I kinda need my ears, Sweetie." The voice piped. I reached for where I last saw my flashlight and found it, turning it on. Immediately my eyes trained onto a little black creature, causing me to squeak in surprise.
"Woah! You're pretty." The thing complimented, seemingly unsurprised at my shock. "What are you?" I asked, trying to see the thing better. "I'm a Kwami! And my name is Zaroth. What's your name, Sweetie?" "(Y/N). I'm a human. How did you get here? I didn't see you when I first fell..." I trailed off, shining my light around again.
"Oh, that's easy. I came from the diadem!" I froze. "Why so shocked? What'd you expect? You put on a Miraculous and a Kwami shows up!" My light moved quickly, training back onto Zaroth. I moved my hand up so he was sitting on my palm. Bringing him closer to my face, I noticed he was a small panther, but with vibrant purple eyes. "A panther...?" I murmured, and Zaroth seemed happy, "Yep! You are the new holder of the Panther Miraculous!" I only had one thing to say. "I have never heard of a Miraculous in my life. I always thought miraculous meant something wonderful, yet unexpected."
Zaroth seemed shocked, "Whaaaaaa? What year is it? (Y)?" I blinked a few times, "Yeah, actually." Now it was Zaroth's turn to blink curiously. "Wow. Never thought my guesses would be that good. Anyway!" Zaroth jumped into what a Miraculous was, and how it worked. Then he zoned in onto what my Miraculous does. "The Panther Miraculous is special in more ways than one. It's special power is Shadow. When used, the holder becomes pretty much invisible for 30 seconds. Once those are up the user can be seen again, and they have 5 minutes to get out of there before their identity is revealed. The Panthers weapon is an unbreakable whip," Zaroth finished, but I still have one question.
"How do I use my Miraculous and Shadow?" "When you want to use Shadow, just call 'Shadow' when you're transformed and it activates. To actually transform into your Miraculous, simply say, 'Zaroth, time to hide!'"
I was about to say these words, until Zaroth put his paws onto my nose, "WAIT!" "What?" "To undo the transformation, you HAVE to say, 'Zaroth, let me be seen,'. And once you do transform and reverse, you HAVE to give me some kind of food to activate again. I haven't had a user in a while, so no matter how long you are in Miraculous form, it's still gunna take a lot out of me." I nodded, "Alright. Zaroth, time to hide." Zaroth was swept away and into the diadem. Purple sparkles swept over my body, turning me into the Panther Miraculous.
"Woah..." I gaped. I could see in the dark! Everything was like a black and white movie, however. Looking over myself, I saw that I had a black suit covering me like a second skin. There were black boots that went to my mid calf, the soles having what seemed to be metal plates. Short gloves on my hands gave my nails a claw-like appearance. I could feel a black mask covering my eyes, and my bangs had been pulled away from my face. Reaching up, I felt that the diadem now held my bangs, and that two panther ears sat on my head. They didn't feel realistic, but not totally fake either.
"Focus, (Y/N)." I murmured. Lowering my hands, I quickly spotted my flashlight and grabbed it, then grabbed my bag. Slipping the straps onto my shoulders, I looked over myself again, trying to find that whip Zaroth spoke of. It was strapped to my thigh. I took it into my hand, examining it. It was just a black handle with fishnet silver accents and a short 10 centimeter rope that came to a frayed end. I gave my wrist a small flick and it grew, giving off a loud crack. "Okay. That does a thing," I smiled, testing the weight, and how it was most comfortable. Once I got it perfect I trained my eyes onto the hole in the ceiling. I flung the whip at the area, catching onto something immediately.
"Bingo!" I called, giving it a tug. I climbed up quickly, and once I reached where the whip was tied I undid the knot and attached the weapon back to my thigh. Using my claws I gripped the rock, easily hauling myself out the rest of the way. "(Y/N)! (Y/N)! Where are you!" The voices echoed quietly in my ears. "HELP!" I called back. But something came over me. They can not know about Zaroth. "Zaroth, let me be seen," I mumbled, feeling my newfound power disappear, and the bright black and white cave became a murky blue that I could barely see in.
I quickly grabbed Zaroth, then the diadem, placing both into my bag. Then I grabbed the flashlight, knocking the batteries out. "(Y/N)! Can you follow out voices?" "No! I- I'm stuck!" Looking around, I shoved my foot into a crevice and placed a couple good sized rocks on it. I also messed with the rocks around me, making it seem like something had collapsed. "Keep calling! We'll get you!" "Alright! But please hurry!"
Soon I saw the light from the team's torches. I put on my best desperate face I could muster and called, "Please! Over here!" Within 30 seconds I had 5 people next to me. Two of them were giving me food and water, the other three were lifting the rocks off my foot. They practically carried me out of the cave, giving me a wave of guilt. But I kept my act up. I lied so much, and kept my story as solid as possible.
I was storming through the cave with my light when I slipped, the batteries falling loose. When I tried to find them I fell again, causing the rips in my pants and shirt. Then, out of nowhere, a part of the ceiling crumbled, hitting my back and trapping my foot. I couldn't hear the rescuers at first because of dehydration, and adrenaline kept me strong in the last few minutes when I did hear them.
I was finally left alone in my room almost three hours later, at almost midnight. That was when I took the diadem out and put it back on, along with pulling Zaroth out of my bag. I gave him some ham that I grabbed. "Is that okay?" I asked. Zaroth responded with his little mouth full, "Yes!" I giggled, "So, was I a good Panther Miraculous?" Zaroth swallowed, "Yep! You got the hang of it pretty quickly. But there is one problem," My face fell, "You can't go around saving people without a proper name!" Confusion coated my features, "What? I thought my name was-" "Panther Miraculous?"
I nodded dumbly. "Nope! Each user has given themselves an alter ego name. Like Powerful Cat, Black Night, or even Amethyst Scare," Zaroth kept going, commenting on how each user did their job. "I want my name to be Puissance Récupérer. Reclaimed Power," I blurted. Zaroth smiled, "That's a great one! But where did you get the idea?" "I read somewhere that the panther can stand for reclaiming power... I just thought it fit," I sheepishly smiled, before yawning.
"You should get some rest, Sweetie," Zaroth fondly smiled. "If you insist..." I trailed off, picking up Zaroth and placing him onto my nightstand. Slipping under my covers I closed my eyes, "Night, Zaroth..." "Night, Sweetie."
Third Person POV
Wayzz's eyes snapped open. He quickly found Master Fu, who was making himself some tea. "Master! Master!" "Yes, Wayzz?" Fu asked, glancing at his Kwami. "The lost Miraculous, it's been found!" This caught Fu's attention. He knew enough about the Panther to know this was a big deal. "Has it fallen into the wrong hands?" "No. The spirit seems to be a good and strong one. I think they're ready." Fu smiled, "It's good to know that the Miraculous has found a proper holder."