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ZERO | THE ORIGINATORS OF POWER
FAR AWAY, DEEP IN SPACE IS WHERE THIS TALE COMMENCES. Far, far away from the lands that are now marked 'Earth', before it was even conjured. In the beginning, there was absolutely nothing—as most tales of the beginning state. It was a cliché in this genre of tale, unavoidable. No matter the religion or belief or even species, everything was in agreement that there was a period of nothing, and then suddenly, there was something. A lonely period, sure.
The universe began with a tremendously loud bang; a man and woman, destruction and creation, were born into the abyss—conjured by the noise. Made entirely for one an other, their life forces tethered together—the birthplace of soulmates, if you will. Her flaming red hair ignited the galaxies ablaze, birthing their children as they ventured through the void. His powers were less forgiving then hers, destroying everything in his wake that was untouched by her. They were the perfect balance of beginning and ending, start and stop. It'd been intended they would venture together for all of space and time, deciding on what should and shouldn't exist.
There was no such thing as a concept of time when these two were roaming, in fact the pocket of deep space they occupied has long since vanished into obscurity. Being the first beings, they journeyed the entire universe from start to beginning—it was far less vast back then.
Destruction and Creation spent an eternity enraptured in each other, growing sloppy with their mission—to build and destroy—as the seconds passed over. The Watcher, the overseer of the dawn of time, studied them closely as it ticked on. They gallivanted through the stars, declaring their love for one an other over and over—like a trance, almost—as their children followed close behind behind, calling out for the parents that payed them little mind. Destruction and Creation were too wrapped up in one another to understand they'd torn the galaxies apart with their carelessness.
It'd gone on long enough that The Watcher had to step in, arguing with the gods who begged for forgiveness. Empty promises to do better with more time. But by this point, humanity had emerged—one of her own creations. Colonies had started cropping up on the planets Creation had left in her wake and The Watcher needed to act in their best interests now. Species of all shapes and colours roamed the galaxies. The Watcher thought that any one of them would probably make a better wielder of Destruction and Creation. And so an idea was formed.
Destruction and Creation refused to go down without a fight, venturing to the depths of the galaxies they'd forged. Biding his time, The Watcher hatched an elaborate trap to catch them. Here's the thing about Destruction and Creation: they were arrogant and got bored of things easily. Hiding in the darkness was not something Creation could tolerate for long and soon enough, she ventured out. There could never be one without the other and soon Destruction followed her. And then their children, all bursting with as much power as them.
They fell right into the trap. Using ancient magic that's been since forgotten, he trapped them in jewellery. Intricately crafted to contain the abundance of power that oozed out of them. He scattered the jewellery throughout the universes. Whoever put these pieces on would be granted the power of the ancient gods.
Destruction and Creation found each other every-time, even in this inanimate form.
As the ages ticked on, these charms found their way down to earth. As legend evolved, they were dubbed The Miraculous. They hid in the depths of the land, waiting to be found. A couple, with the same passion for each other as Destruction and Creation had once had, found them and did the mantle proud. They protected their homelands from evil until they were old and frail. But evil didn't rest when heroes got too old.
When his wife eventually passed, he became the guardian—vowing not to adorn the Miraculous again. He spent his days searching for the next generation to carry on the responsibility. He knew it was only a matter of time before a new evil would need to be fought. He vowed only to pass on the legacy to those pure of heart.
Meanwhile, a man who specialised in crime and creating abominations, had got his hands on the jewellery that contained their children. He found no need for the Miraculous and sold them to a couple who valued fame and power far too much. They wore them for only a few months before the wife grew ill. Her husband, fuelled by fear, scoured the world for a way to save. But it was no use, she passed in her sleep with their son, only still a boy, by her side.
The man became consumed by grief, vowing to find any means to bring his lover back. He disregarded everything good around him, too wrapped up in his lunacy. He searched high and low until he came across "The Legend of The Miraculous". He lived by the legend, thinking it more a prophecy then an ancient work of fiction. It became his sick obsession.
Never one without the other, they will grant one wish when brought together.
The guardian had felt the shift in energy, the growth in urgency. His search lead him to a girl and a boy, lost amongst the woes of growing up but pure of intention. He knew he could finally rest in peace, leaving the Cat and Ladybug in their possession. At first she was scared, hesitant to become the hero the guardian knew would be. He, on the other hand, hadn't even needed to contemplate it—he knew he was made for this.
And thus, Ladybug and Chat Noir were reborn. For better or, for worse.
💌 KARLA YAPS !
okay i really hope this old made sense and the easter eggs i chuck in did their thing because accomplishing what i wanted to accomplish on this prologue was a MISSION. i'm trying to get better at artsy, mysterious writing but i'm worried this will land super flat lol.
