INTRODUCTION

Hi, this is the first fanfic I've written here. I hope you like it, it's my first time writing like this.

This is a miraculous fanfic that takes place in the 1800's.

A young lord named Adrien Agreste, the most handsome and eligible man in Paris or the whole of France even lives his life the usual way in riches and adoration, sparking the interest of young ladies and maidens where ever he goes, life as commonly usual until one day he gets a mysterious object known as a miraculous... and also meets a lady.

Marinette Dupain –Cheng :A young girl, a baker's only daughter, very beautiful with her Asian looks, her Bluebell eyes, dark hair, Pink lips and soft skin, a jewel to have for every young man. She is shy and the object of constant mockery for Chloe Bourgeois but that changes when she receives a mysterious object called a miraculous. It's also the day she meets the young and handsome Lord Adrien Agreste... and a Black Cat.

Prologue

Paris, France 1835

The rain just stopped five minutes ago, droplets sliding down roofs and windows, even umbrellas as the people of Paris went about their day or the remainder of it.

A carriage was moving up the road like so many other carriages which were going there chosen destinations but this one was different. If not because of its exterior painted in gold and vibrant green , its well fed and bred horses or the way the coachman carried himself. It was something on the inside. The interior was a vibrant green as the exterior, the cushions were incredibly soft, only which one of high standard could ever dream of sitting on. The passenger inside was a woman, a Lady to be exact, one would know by the way she carried herself, her head held high, her eyes penetrating green orbs that could see into you. She wore a white Cloack , her dress was a rich dark blue, pearls, diamonds and sapphires hung from her ears, her neck, on her wrists and on her dress, the late evening light making them shimmer.

This was a lady of very high standard and social class . She was Emile Agreste. Wife to Duke Gabriel Agreste, ninth in line to the throne of France, a known man in art and design. If you wanted to know or get great material and a beautiful garment you'd have to meet him. He was also a great husband. And she was the proud mother of his son, Adrien Agreste. A beautiful, gay little boy whose hair shone like the sun, eyes as green as the greenest Emerald and a stunning smile. A sweet boy, and she was proud to be his mother.

He was currently playing with a little girl called Chloe Bourgeois, a young girl with platinum blonde hair and ice blue eyes, she'd left them playing in the mansion while she set out.

In her hands which were clothed in fine dark blue material, rested a little box with red ingravings. The box had brought with it great confusion in her life and she'd decided to leave it where she found it , another person could have it and all it entitled, she didn't want any of it.

Clouds began to gather and darken, lightning streaked the sky as rain began to fall heavily , the carriage was on the mud roads now, the road now slippery with wet mud. The coachman did his best to keep safe but it was all for not.

A lightning bolt struck a tree nearby lighting it on fire, scaring the horses who galloped at an high speed, tossing the carriage about. Inside Duchess Emile was trying her best to stay up, the box falling from her hands and unto the carriage floor. The rain came down harder and the mud slippier, the carriage wheels strained until finally it broke, sending the entire carriage spinning, the horses broke free and ran, while the carriage spun away to its doom, it's dance ended on the edge of a hill, where it spun into a dark pit of oblivion.