Miraculous Short Stories

Fae Kind

'PIT PAT' 'PIT PAT' 'PIT PAT' Marinette could swear her heart would leap out of her chest. The feeling of his fingertips going around and around as he let his curiosities wonder. Goosebumps decorated her skin as she didn't think that something this innocent would make her feel this way about a human let alone HIM.

Adrien Agreste, soldier of France. A country that despised her was very kind. A man that should have slan her the moment the opportunity was there. It was what he was trained for. "Slay the Fae!" A motto his regiment yelled proudly. A motto he used to repeat again and again as he was bent on vengeance.

Yet it was Marinette, a fairy who had saved him long ago from death's cold embrace. He had unexpectedly found himself stumbling through fairy territory clutching his chest as a bullet had pierced through him. A consequence of friendly fire. He walked and walked hoping to happen upon a campsite or a settlement of humans that would take pity on him.

He soon felt his breath slowly fade with his energy. He slumped himself down by a tree looking up at the little bit of blue peaking through the variety of tree branches. "Mother, I might see you sooner than I thought."

Words that made him shed a tear as he did not want his life to end so soon, not when he had so much more to do. He wanted to fight battles, win wars, train his new colt, be with his friends. Anything then dying alone in the middle of wherever he was. "I don't… want to go."

He clenched his teeth as he attempted to ignore the pain, the hurt everything that he was going to lose. "I don't…." Every breath he tried to take led him to cough. His lungs were filling up. He was drowning in his own blood, an unfortunate event. 'I do not wish this on my worst enemy.' 

He began to close his eyes hoping for death's sweet release as he was done fighting. He could not do it anymore. It was hard. He felt something touch him and assumed it was death's hands coming to take him to reunite him with his mother.

Then he felt something warm on his lips. He slowly opened his eyes to find a woman. Dark hair finally braided into a bun, pale skin with light freckles, a petite nose, cerulean eyes slightly angled inwards, and lips that were covered with his own. She pulled back tilting her head. "Sir… I do apologize for my evasiveness." 

She looked at his chest tracing the bullet hole. "It seems like it's having an effect." She shyly smiled. 

He stared at her not knowing what to make of her. A woman on her knees caring for what should have been a lost cause. She wore a soft loose gown with loose gold chains on the shoulders. A pink that complemented the color of her lips. An attire that was common with a certain species yet he couldn't see the evidence to prove his suspicions. 'She could not be for why would a Fairy save a human? That would be like a hare saving a fox.'

"A small scar." She looked at the wound that healed due to her intervention. "A little scar." She knew that it was a better alternative to dying but she couldn't help but to regret not being full bloodied. As he would be as he was if she just had the right genetics. Although she might have been slayed by some sort of weapon by now if she was born full Fae.

Adrien looked down at his chest finding his injury was turned into a scar no larger than a coin. "Are… you a Mage?" He questioned as they were known to wander about. Powerful humans that could harness magic but most choose to travel aimlessly, helping with necessities but avoiding conflict. 'This would explain why she was in such dangerous territory.'