𝗽𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗮-𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗶𝘂𝗺 , 𝗺𝗹𝗯

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THE GREEN ALIEN-LIKE creature jolted up from his slumber, a sense of dread washing over it's tiny body. It rose and quickly flew around the store, crying out; "Master! Master!"

The 'Master', however, was occupied with a client, who looked up to find the source of the small cries, but the alien hastily moved behind its Master.
"Master... Master... Yes, chanting is all apart of the treatment! Master... Master..." The Master rushed the client off the massage bed, and out the store door, "Thank you for coming! See you again next week!" He closes the door in the client's face and turns to the alien-thing.

The alien speaks up, "Master.. The Moth Miraculous.. I have felt its aura!". The Master gasped, "I thought it had been lost forever!"

The creature shook its head solemnly, "But master- It's a negative aura. I fear the miraculous has fallen into the hands of a dark power."

"We must find Nooroo and his miraculous," The Master concludes, "If it has fallen into the wrong hands there's no telling what evil will come upon the World!". The Master presented his miraculous and began, "Time to transform! Wayzz-"

A crack was heard in the room, and was followed by silence.

"Please Master, be reasonable. You are-"
"I'm still young! I'm only 186! But for now, we do need some help."

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"I'm full, thank you." You spoke, having just finished their breakfast. You cleared your plate and walked up to your bedroom, ready to prepare yourself for the school day.

"The car will be waiting outside when you're ready to go! Make sure you're not late!" Your Papa calls from the ground floor, rushing out of your home and presumably to his office.

Your parents are busy people; this was something you'd learnt at the tender age of 4. And, while they hadn't been negligent, majority of your childhood memories include a nanny that had long since stopped working for your family. 'Such is life' you had resolved at age 9, your father was an important lawyer somewhere in the financial law sector, owning some firms across France, and your mother was a Physician in a medical field that I can't spell. Their jobs allowed for a more prestigious lifestyle that you know others would die for, and so, if barely seeing them maintained this, then 'Such is life' indeed.

You showered, dressed and applied your skincare within 15 minutes, wary of your Driver waiting for you. You grab your phone from your desk and messenger-bag from the foot of your bed and make your way back down two flights of stairs and out the front door.

The car was there, waiting for you, as expected. You rush out your front garden and into the back seat of it.
The drive to school was uneventful. You were dropped directly in front of Collège Françoise Dupont. You thanked The Driver, stepped out the car and began to walk towards the entrance of your school, opening your phone to make it seem that you're too occupied to speak to anyone.

Your eyes are torn from your phone when you hear the voice of an elderly man, begging for someone's help. "Ah! Please! Someone!" He cried, causing you to quickly rush towards him. The man was on his hands and knees, searching for something.

"Are you okay, sir?" You questioned. He looked at you, slightly confused, as if he couldn't hear you.
"I'm sorry, my dear, my hearing assistant has fallen out, I was just searching for it now"