Skybound- Miraculous Au

Chapter 21

M.P.V

“The first thing you need to do is take a deep breath.” Tikki told me as she came to float in front of my face. “That way it’s easier to concentrate.”

“Okay, I can do that,” I smiled softly, as I sucked in a deep breath. I held it for a moment, my lungs aching softly before I finally released the built-up air in a quick huff.

After repeating this a couple of times, Tikki nodded to herself before she cleared her throat and gave me the next part of the instructions.

“The next step is easy. All you have to do is focus on the object in your hands.”

I nodded as I let my eyes flutter shut, my concentration on the feeling of the metal yo-yo against my skin. It was cold to touch and ruff from years of use so that every time it shifted in my grip, I could feel the gaps where the outer case had dented inwards.

“Can you see it in your mind? Feel its weight in your hand?”

Tikki’s voice was slightly more distant than before, but I shoved the thought away as I continued keeping my focus centered on the toy in my hand.

“Yes,” I spoke softly as I pictured its roundness, the way the string sagged slightly off the core and extended from one end to the other, the loose mid

“Good, now imagine it imbued with not just power, but also purpose.”

Tikki’s voice was firm as I frowned and opened an eye to look at her.

“Purpose? What do you mean by purpose?”

Tikki opened her small mouth, hesitating before
“It’s… complicated, to say the least. Usually, when someone is given a miraculous, there’s a reason behind it being given.” Tikki paused to think, sighing softly to herself before she continued. “From what I remember, it was usually to stop some great evil or protect the miraculous from falling into the wrong hands. Either way, there was always some goal that needed to be met, or in other words — a purpose.”

“So, could the purpose be to find out what happened to you?” I inquired, opening both of my eyes so that I could see Tikki properly.

Tikki smiled, a soft smile that said she was sad rather than happy as she floated in the space in front of my face. Then she shook her head, her small antenna drooping ever so slightly.

“Unfortunately, it doesn’t quite work that way,” Tikki explained. “The purpose has to have meaning to you, and though I trust that you really do care about helping me, I’m afraid your compassion wouldn’t have the same effect as if your purpose was more centered around you and your needs.”

“Is wanting to help you not the same as wanting to guard the miraculous?”

“When one is tasked with guarding the miraculous, they usually also have their own goals — their own things they wish to guard. The miraculous just becomes an extension of that need.”

“I see,” or at least that’s what I said to Tikki.

The truth was that I still didn’t quite understand. What purpose could I possibly have that would be powerful enough to turn a toy into a weapon? What would I even do with a weapon?

I sighed to myself as I leaned back in my seat, resting my head against the wall behind me as I tried to think of something to focus on. My parents' voices floated up to me through the floor as I lay there, the yo-yo growing heavier as my arms grew tired of holding it aloft.

They were talking softly about the last few days, and I found my thoughts drifting to the memories of all the destruction the city had faced. No one I knew had gotten hurt, but that didn’t mean everyone else had escaped unscathed. Who knows how many people were in danger and could do nothing about it. What if my mama had been shopping in the city central when the tremors hit rather than at the bakery? Would she still have made it home?