Not who I am

Waking up

Marinette opened her eyes and sat up in a bed. This bed was plain and it only had a white bedsheet on it. Looking around, Marinette saw the walls were a slight shade of pink. There were no windows and the light was coming from a candle that gave off a red flame.

Marinette walked over to the candle and made toward the door. Turning the handle, Marinette looked both ways down the hall and went left. Marinette walked down the hall for an hour, taking turns at each fork in the halls, seeming as she knew where she was going. Which freaked her out, but also gave her some confidence.

After a little while, Marinette made it to a black and green door and turned the handle.

Sitting in the middle of the room on a bed similar to hers, was a boy she believed she knew. His hair was sun blonde, his eyes a shade of emerald and his clothes resembled hers. A grey shirt and grey baggy pants. The blonde looked up at Marinette and stood.

"I see you woke up." Marinette smiled as the boy went to grab his candle which emitted a green flame.

"Well, I was waiting for you, M'lady." The boy chuckled as he followed Marinette down the hall in the direction she came.

"So, you remember?" Marinette asked nervously.

"Not much. Just my name. Your name, and the fact that we have to find some kind of ring in order to regain our lives."

"Uh, huh. And your name, if you don't me asking, is?"

The two stopped for a while by a blocked window. The green eye teen smiled and looked into the blue bell eyes of Marinette.

"Adrien."