꧁ • 𝗹𝗮 𝗿𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗲 • ꧂

✧ •​ chapter eight ​• ✧

The Shattered Mirage

The next few days were a whirlwind of routine and introspection. School felt like a cage, trapping me in a loop of monotony. But I couldn't ignore the growing restlessness inside me. Every glance at Marinette, every glance at Adrien, every glimpse of Chat Noir on the news only deepened the ache. They were living their truths, but I was... lost.In the quiet of my room, away from prying eyes and whispered judgments, I began to research. I scoured every book and article I could find about miraculous powers, ancient artifacts, and forgotten legends. It was a desperate attempt to find something—anything—that could shed light on my own mysterious abilities. I poured over dusty tomes, each page revealing fragments of forgotten lore. It wasn't just curiosity driving me; it was a need to understand my place in this chaotic world. Each night, I would lose myself in the pages, only to surface hours later, eyes bleary but mind racing.One evening, as I was absorbed in yet another old manuscript about miraculous artifacts, I stumbled upon a passage that caught my attention. It spoke of a "Forgotten Miraculous," one that was lost to time and hidden away. The description was vague, but it mentioned an artifact of immense power, capable of reshaping reality itself—a power that could match or even surpass the known miraculous.I felt a shiver run down my spine. This could be the answer I was searching for, the key to understanding my own powers. But the text was fragmented, and many parts were missing. I needed more information. I needed to find out if this artifact could be linked to me.The following day, I decided to visit an old bookstore downtown. It was a quaint, dusty place filled with forgotten volumes and obscure texts. The owner, an elderly man with a knowing glint in his eye, greeted me as I entered."Looking for something special?" he asked, his voice rasping with age."I need information about ancient artifacts, particularly anything related to lost miraculous or forgotten powers," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.He studied me for a moment, then nodded slowly. "We might have a few things that could interest you. Follow me."He led me to a back room, filled with shelves that seemed to groan under the weight of their contents. After sifting through several dusty volumes, he pulled out an old, leather-bound book."This is a rare find," he said, handing it to me. "It's a collection of manuscripts and notes on ancient miraculous artifacts. Not many people come looking for these."I took the book with trembling hands, feeling a rush of anticipation. "Thank you," I said softly, already lost in the pages as I flipped through them.As I read, I discovered more about the Forgotten Miraculous. It was said to be an artifact of immense power, one that had been hidden away to prevent its misuse. Legends spoke of a guardian who protected it—a figure who had been lost to history. The description was vague, but it hinted at a connection to those with unique powers, suggesting that perhaps the artifact had a purpose for individuals like me.The book didn't offer much more, but it was enough to ignite a new spark within me. I had a lead, a thread to follow. It wasn't much, but it was something.I returned home with a newfound resolve. My search was far from over, but I now had a direction. My purpose wasn't just about finding a place in this world—it was about uncovering the truth behind my abilities, the reason I had been given them.In the quiet of my room, I set up a small research area. Maps, notes, and the precious book were scattered around me. This was just the beginning of a journey that would take me to the darkest corners of history and the deepest parts of my own soul.But no matter how difficult the path ahead might be, I was ready. I had taken the first step toward finding my purpose, and for the first time in a long while, I felt like I was moving toward something real.I knew it wouldn't be easy. There would be setbacks, doubts, and perhaps even dangers. But I was determined to see it through. If the Forgotten Miraculous was out there, I would find it. I had to. but my mind awfully went to the thought of that maybe.. maybe Hawkmoth is the one hold the Forgotten Miraculous.. BINGO!