The Fae's Secrets

Fate's Call

Kicking the covers of her blankets off, the small fairy fluttered to the ground in excitement. Today was the day she turned eight years of age! With the pigtails her Momma put in the night before, and pajamas still on, the little pixie flew down the staircase. Getting to the bakery as fast as her growing wings could fly. Once she got there, she met her parents' eager grins as her Papa set a pretty, pink cake on the counter.

"Momma, Papa! It's my birthday! It's my birthday! Can you believe it? Did you remember? I'm turning eight today!"

"Of course we remembered, my sweet Marinette. We made your favorite cake, just for today. We even made the frosting your favorite color."

"You might even have a few surprises!"

The little fairy flew up to her beloved parents, and hugged them. They always remembered her birthdays even without her reminding them.

"Oh, thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you! I love you Momma! I love you Papa!"

Tom and Sabine held their precious daughter as she squeezed them as hard as she could. They both couldn't believe how much she had grown over the years. It felt like the other day they were holding their newborn daughter in their arms, marvelling at how perfect she was. Yet, as she grew, she only became more perfect to the proud fairies. Setting Marinette down, they watched with loving gazes as their tiny daughter flew over to stare at the cake they had both helped make. Tom let out a boisterous laugh when the small ravenette stuck her hand right into the icing. On the other hand, Sabine was quick to correct the situation, running over to her without a second thought.

"Oh Dear, don't do that! Now your hand is all dirty. And you can't open your present from Nonna if your hand is covered in icing, now can you?"

That sparked the pixie's attention as she dashed for the bathroom to quickly wash her hands off. This time, both of her parents laughed at her determination. Once she came back, she excitedly started spouting questions.

"Did Nonna really send me a present? Where is it? Can I open it? Where is she this time? What did she get me? What if it's some type of rare bracelet? Like the one Chloé has? She shows it off all the time when I'm at school. She calls it her Miraculous. She keeps on teasing me about it, saying I'll never get mine. Is that true, Mommy? Will I never get my Miraculous?"

"Slow down, Sweetie. Slow down. It doesn't matter what Chloé has. Besides, you already know that a Miraculous only appears when your gifts appear. Your Miraculous will be something that is important to you, like my necklace. It was my mother's before she gave it to me."

"But, if it's your Miraculous, then why did your Momma give it to you?"

"Oh Marinette, a Miraculous is something that is special to you. For me, my mother's necklace was important to me because it runs in my family. Someday, you'll have it."

"But wait! I don't want to take it! That'll take your baking talent! And I don't want my Momma without a power!"

"Marinette, you can't take my talent. It's always with me. The Miraculous just controls it, remember? Now, you should open the present you got from Nonna, she sent it all the way from Patagonia this time."

Without hesitation, the small fairy thanked her Momma and Papa before tearing the wrapping off the small gift. Inside, sitting on a tiny cushion, was a pair of black earrings. Beside them, rested a piece of paper with a note written on it addressing the birthday girl.

'I am so sorry I couldn't make it to your birthday this year, My Little Fairy. But I found these special earrings in a small town I traveled to by river. It was quite exciting, because once we reached the village, we were chased by a bear!'