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“An umbrella?” she muttered. “Against a weather goddess?”

“Bye-bye, little butterfly,” she whispered. Then she threw the umbrella into the air. “Miraculous Ladybug!”

Aurore Beauréal walked past, her head held high, her blonde hair shimmering under the fluorescent lights. She had a kind face, but today it was tight with anxiety. She’d worked so hard for that contest—memorizing weather patterns, practicing her on-camera smile, dreaming of becoming a real TV meteorologist. And now, thanks to the win, she’d been promised an internship at Paris’s biggest weather station.

The akuma flew through the sewers, up through a grate, and into the courtyard of the school. It spiraled around Aurore, who was now standing alone by the fountain, her fists clenched. Miraculous- As Aventuras de Ladybug- 1-1 1-- Tem...

“She’s controlling the weather on a macro scale,” Ladybug observed. “If she creates a cyclone, half of Paris could be flattened.”

“You see connections. I see you.” He stepped closer. “One day, I’ll tell you who I really am. And you’ll tell me. And we’ll laugh about all these near misses.”

“Marinette! You’ll be late for school!” her mother called from the kitchen, where the smell of fresh bread and chocolate filled the air. “An umbrella

Ladybug burst out of the closet and ran toward the courtyard.

Stormy Weather, distracted by the beauty of the rainbow for just one second, lowered her guard.

The akuma dove into her pendant—a small silver raindrop she always wore. “Miraculous Ladybug

Green light consumed him. His hair turned slightly wilder, a black leather suit covered him, and a silver bell at his throat jingled softly. A long metal staff extended in his hand. Cat Noir leaped through a window, landing in a crouch on the rain-slicked street.

“Making pretty girls angry is my specialty,” he said with a wink, then ran toward Stormy Weather, taunting her. “Hey, Storm Cloud! Your forecast is wrong—I’m not seeing any chance of me losing!”

Marinette closed her eyes, the sound of rain—real rain, gentle and natural—tapping against her window. Tomorrow, there would be another akuma. Another fight. Another chance to save Paris.

“Everyone stay calm!” the principal shouted, but students were already screaming.

The storm had passed. But the adventure was just beginning.