The Guardian

Chapter zero

It is difficult for people to remember their own childhood, although these are probably the most beautiful moments in everyone's life. There is always something from this time that has become so ingrained in people's memories that it will never be forgotten. For example, the smell of freshly baked cakes, a good song or the taste of a special food all trigger nostalgia in people. Such memories also exist for Nathalie. The security when these warm hands held and accompanied her on her life path. She helped her to take the first steps in her life, she patiently emptied the reading of the old languages ​​and the voice that always softly whispered the secrets of the world to her in the nights. Those memories of the person who so lovingly saw her grow up and protected her, the memories of her master and his legacy. She love remembering to this person.

Nathalie let her gaze wander over the shrine, fingertips grazing the material it was made of and she closed her eyes again for a moment, hoping for more beautiful memories. Instead she heard rain and wind rattling the windows, the smell of blood in the air and the feeling of tears on her cheeks. Desperation and sadness spread through her. Both were what she felt the moment she screamed and begged that her Master would wake up, as the man he saw as her father lay lifeless in her arms. She knew who was responsible and wished so badly that she could have prevented it.

Nathalie hastily shook her head to get rid of these memories, she grabbed a lighter and lit an incense stick."Master..." Nathalie whispered softly, "I wish you were still here and could give me answers to all these questions..." she sighed, "Death is like life, without one, the other doesn't exist. That you taught me yourself and yet the way you died is not fair, you deserved something better and shouldn't have become a victim of these people..." Nathalie had tried not to do it for a long time, but she knew that she hated those responsible for all of this. "You taught me otherwise, but I will take revenge, I... we have the right to justice and to what is ours. I will continue your quest and I will get the Miraculouse back into our possession so that you can rest in peace" a gentle smile caresses her lips. "I hope you understand, father"Nathalie now stands up and looks at her little Kwami, who, with her otherwise bright nature, now floats quietly and calmly next to her and in silent. "Come on, we still have a lot to do," Nathalie said calm to her little friend.

"From the beginning of time there has been a balance in the universe, life and death. Everything that exists will eventually pass away. The Miraculous of the Ladybug and the Miraculous of the Cat represent this balance of things. The Ladybug creates and the Cat destroys. Whenever something new appeared in the universe, an idea, a concept or even an emotion arises more kwamis and also the Miraculouse come. No one really knows exactly how long we've been in existence, but legend has it that if someone have the Miraculouse of Destruction and Creation, he own the ultimate power and can do everything with it." Explained a small creature resembling a butterfly. The room they were in was dark, only a window with a pattern of a butterfly on it, illuminating the room with only a small ray of light and making the small, white animals on the floor glow. "So if I had those two jewels in my possession, I could do anything? Really anything?" asks a tall man and the kwami ​​nods "But there are consequences, the balance must be maintained and so every reaction always has a reaction" "It's worth it, Nooroo" "You don't want to keep looking for the Miraculouses! ?" exclaimed Nooroo, startled. "Yes, that's exactly what I intend to do. NOOROO transform me!" the snow-white butterflies startled, enveloped the man and seconds later he was dressed in a violet suit with a silver mask on his head. He grinned and leaned on his staff, for listened curiously to what was going on in Paris, hoping to find what he needed.