Miraculous: Tales of Tikki & Plagg

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     Nooroo's POV

     I was in Paris, France, about a decade or two after being hidden away by my old master.

     My breath came out in silvery clouds, misting away the second it hit the air. I barely noticed, the terrible cold seeped right through my body.

     As though I wasn't even there.

     I was currently in a cavern that overlooked the city. I had a feeling that the dark indigo walls curving around me were meant to look dark, threatening, claustrophobic, but instead it looked ... breathtaking.

    The mist was silver, and the floor was just covered with beautiful, white, glowing moths, courtesy of me. Moths were always attracted to my aura.

     Beams of light shot through the fog, and my trademark insects radiated with a pure white light.

     The hush was a deafening echo. and I felt almost grateful when the odd whirring cracked across the silence. I didn't break my gaze from the window, almost in a trance, as the clicking that could be heard came closer.

     I felt the glaze that had buttered across my eyes poof away as I blinked rapidly and turned to my new master.

     I suddenly became very aware of myself before I had even looked at him. I was suddenly aware of my mouth, which was perfectly wet and normal, have all my saliva rip from my body.

     I noticed his body, tall and sleek, draped in the shadows, completely black, excluding the glint of light from his glasses. I stuck out like a sore thumb; short, tiny purple body, burning eyes, and my awkward wings sticking out of my back, more of a liability than useful.

     There was something about this man, this person, that made you notice all your flaws and imperfections and slap them in your face.

     He had an odd way of showing love. I knew for a fact that he loved his son, but he pushed him away. I knew he loved his wife, and that he would go through hell and back to resurrect her.

     Fortunately for him, he didn't have to. He found me. The only thing he needed was 2 pieces of jewelry to bring back his beloved Emilie.

     As for yours truly, he couldn't give two you-know-whats about me. To him, I was a tool; at least, that's what I felt. But still, after all that has been inflicted upon me, I still believe that people are really good at heart.

     "Nooroo." He spoke.  I looked up.

     The pristine shiny suit he had on glinted, and his voice was crisp, clean, holding no ties of weakness. "Explain to me the history of the Miraculous."

     I started in surprise and, ironically, butterflies started to stir in the deep put of my belly. The moths littered on the floor felt my change, and mimicked the metaphorical butterflies.

     My master paid no notice, and I felt his invisible gaze, enveloped in shadows, probing me until I felt my willpower break. This man had control of me. He could use me in the most undesirable ways. Right now, he was showing me an act of mercy, not using his powers, but at least civilly demanding to know. He could literally zip my mouth up tight as a drum.

     "Many centuries ago," I began. He leaned forward eagerly, as if as soon the words hit the air, they would evaporate into nothing. The butterflies fluttered away from his feet, fearing to be crushed.

     "Magic jewels beholding extraordinary power were created. These were the Miraculous. Throughout history, heroes have used them for the good of the human race. Two of these Miraculous are more powerful than the others, the earrings of the Ladybug, which provide the power of creation, and the ring of the Black Cat, which grants the power of destruction. According to legend, whoever controls both these jewels at the same time will achieve absolute power."