Prologue

Emma Agreste is, what many people say, perfect.

After all, she's pretty, smart, fun, etc. etc. Any good attribute you can name, she is it. Her parents are awesome, thus contributing even more to Emma's status as being 'perfect.'

Her father, Adrien, was a model during his youth and when he was older took ownership of his father's famous fashion company. Her mother, Marinette, is the leading fashion designer of the company and the most famous in all of Paris. Naturally, as her daughter, Emma always got first pick of the season's outfits.

However, under all the shine, was a bit of rust.

Her grandfather, Gabriel, is a psycopath who is now currently in the looney bin. He took control of a Miraculous, the power he unleashed made people obey his every whim, while also gifting them with powers as they went on a violent tirade throughout the city. Luckily, Ladybug and Chat Noir always saved the day, and eventually defeated him.

Speaking of Ladybug and Chat Noir, that's another secret Emma's parents are harboring. Yep, they were the greatest heroes in Paris for a good many years, until they retired when Marinette found out she was pregnant. They are always willing to share a story of their past heroics when I come over their house.

Who am I, you may ask?

My name is Felicite (pronounced: feh-lee-see-tay, mind you. I hate when people screw up my name) Bellamy. I am also the certified best friend of Emma Agreste. It's true, there's a certificate and everything. Emma thinks it's funny, but I happen to take it very seriously.

I'm nobody special, really. I have plain dark brown hair compared to Emma's golden locks. Where my eyes look like molten chocolate at best, Emma's blues look like a part of the ocean is captured in them. At least, that's what I overhear people say. I told this part to Emma and she only laughed it off, claiming people are 'too dramatic.' Although she does appreciate the compliments.

My parents aren't famous like Emma's, not by a long shot. My mother works in a department store (owned by Marinette Agreste, ironically) and my father works in the Agreste building as an office clerk.

We didn't become friends through our parents, though. In fact, our parents didn't even know each other until Emma and I became friends.

It's a simple story, starting in preschool. I walked in the room, a smile on my face, when I noticed the whole class in a huddle in the middle of the room. So, being my curious five-year-old self, I investigated. I discovered a girl with blonde hair in two pigtails hunched over, face buried in her brought-up knees. I shooed the other kids away, telling them to go play with blocks or something. They complained, but when I held up a fist, they backed off.

Don't think I was a violent child, I was anything but. Actually, I had never held up a fist before that day. I watched a movie with my dad the night before, well, until my mom scolded him, saying that the movie 'isn't for me,' which led to me being carried upstairs for bed. But I watched enough of it to see some great fighting moves, and they usually started with a fist being raised. I decided to try it, and to my surprise, it worked.

After the kids left, the blonde girl timidly raised her head. Her face was red and streaked with tears. She told me how they quickly surrounded her, bombarding her with question after question about 'the most awesome family in Paris.' She didn't know how to respond to them, her Mommy and Daddy were just loving, caring parents who always gave her clothes and the occasional brand new toy.

We introduced ourselves, and throughout the day stuck to each other like glue. Literally. Emma was working on a project of some sorts and when she finished she gave me a high five, effectively gluing our hands together. Thankfully it didn't take much effort to seperate us.

She invited me to her house (ahem) mansion after school, and the rest is history.

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Recently there has been a crime spike in Paris. The police have tried taking control of it, but the crimes are only increasing. More police officers were hired, but alas, it didn't make much difference.

Fires were set, more banks robbed, more homes broken into...the list was endless.

Everyone in school has been talking about how there's a new head of crime, a main boss that desires to take over Paris. While there may be a crime boss, I don't think he wants to take over Paris. I mean, what is this, a comic book?

All I know is, Paris is in trouble, and this time Ladybug and Chat Noir aren't here to save the day.