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One could suppose that Chloe had bad luck.
Ironic really, considering she didn’t even have the miraculous of destruction and bad luck. Maybe it was more her own emotional issues Scratch that it was most definitely her emotional issues. Still the point was that many things didn’t seem to go well for her.
During times like that she typically slipped into lashing out; she was trying to steer away from that however. So this was how she ended up staring at objects in a shop. She was staring absentmindedly at every single object she could see. Plates. Mostly white ceramic plates covered in little patterns in a range of different colours. Colours that ranged from blue to gold. Ceramic statues of angels and cherubs. Shoes; brown leather crinkled slightly off some years of use. And Jewellery; masses of jewellery. Gold necklaces to silver bracelets and bright sparkly earrings.
Though she didn’t need any more jewellery; she had lots of it. If anything she should be finding things to organise her jewellery. A jewellery box. That’s what she needed. So she searched. They all looked similar to her. Nothing stood out. So she simply grabbed the nearest one to her and took it to the till.
She slammed it down on the counter as the worker looked at her.
“What?” Chloe snarled. “What are you looking at? How much for it?”
“E..Ehh…€10.” The worker replied.
Chloe shoved the money into the worker's hand and stormed off holding the box.
When she got back to the hotel everything was normal. Both her parents were at work. Typical of both of them. But they were trying to be better. Still they had important jobs, so they weren’t here. Jean was busy somewhere else. Sabrina was ill. And Adrien was stuck at a photoshoot. So she had no one to hang out with.
“Well I might as well see what this jewellery box is like.” Chloe muttered.
Upon the slightest opening of the lid, a horrible almost excruciating pain ran up her left hand. She stumbled back, letting out a hiss as she hit the floor.
“What the-
She looked up.
A bunch of small blobs floating in the air. Wait. They weren’t blobs. They were….
They were Kwamii!
Fifteen. Fifteen Kwamii, floating in front of her.
“Ahh…a new herald to usher in our return. Why how I-
“Err…..You might have to look again.” One spoke.
Through the tears she could make out the shapes roughly. The one who had just spoken seemed to be a possible cat of some sort. The one who had first spoken, looked…..swan like.
“Wh…What? What is this?!” The swan spoke. “She cannot be the new herald.”
“She opened the box, she clearly and unfortunately is the new herald.” The panther replied.
“B…But how?! How did a child get ahold of the box?! She’s too young!”
“She appears to be….oh I don’t know, fourteen. Maybe fifteen.”
“More like thirteen.”
“Oh for the love of- No. No. We cannot do this. She is far far too young to be a herald.”
“It’s a bit late to say that now! She’s already opened the box!”
Chloe paused. Her chest heaving with each breath.
“I…I…What’s going on?” She mumbled.
“Ahh…Hello there little one. It seems you are the new herald.”
“H..Herald?”
“Yes. You are the new herald that is to usher in…..well to usher in something akin to the apocalypse.”
“Excuse me?! Usher in what now?!” Chloe shrieked.