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Adrien had never thought that his dream would be interrupted that way. Sure, he had fought akumas and it sometimes required waking up in the middle of the night.
But this? He couldn’t even imagine that he would wake up from…
… The swill.
“Hey, boy! Are you sleeping under my windows again? Get outta here before I’d bring my knife!”
“Uh? What are you talking about?” Adrien asked sleepily.
“What am I talking about?” The man growled from above. “Marcy! Take my favourite knife and bring it here!”
Adrien finally managed to open his eyes and looked around.
“I hope that it’s only a dream.” It was his first thought.
Apparently, he was sleeping in some kind of alley, covered with something that looked like a very bad-looking fabric. He, who definitely fell asleep in his room in the mansion, was sleeping on the streets like some homeless, no, alley cat!
How did he manage to get there? Was it some sort of the prank that was pulled by his Father? No, the only thought about Gabriel Agreste, laughing like a clown, taking his son in his hands and carrying somewhere, was absurd enough to even consider the possibility of that event. Still, what was he doing there? There’s no way that another…
“Ah, you’re still here! Come ‘ere, it won’t hurt, I promise.” Adrien heard the same voice that woke him up with screaming and a swill, and turned around.
Only to jump back, avoiding a sharp-looking cleaver.
“Man, are you calling that thing a knife?” Adrien yelled in surprise, avoiding another hit. “You could murder a pig in one hit with that!”
“That’s exactly what I’m aiming for!” A man swiped a knife low, trying to reach Adrien’s legs, but a boy managed to jump just in time and then kick his opponent right in the face, knocking him out.
“And why are you being so violent?” Adrien muttered under his breath while moving the possible murderer to the place where he woke up. “Hope you’ll get your own morning swill, idiot.”
And only then Adrien, when he looked up at the window, noticed what he looked like.
His shirt was in shreds, it was just a miracle that it was still holding up. His pants were somehow in a better state but still looked like they were munched on by Feast and then spat out because even the sentimonster thought they were disgusting. And no shoes or socks, he was barefoot.
Thankfully, the ring still was in its place. But where was Plagg then?
Just as he thought about his kwami, Plagg appeared on his right shoulder.
“Oh, Plagg, you’re here,” Adrien said, looking relieved. “I was starting to get worried.”
“Yeah, you probably should,” Plagg answered sarcastically. “Waking up not at home, waking up with the minimum of clothes and no kwami nearby. Yeah, why else should you be worried?”
“Plagg, do you know what is going on?” Adrien asked, looking straight into kwami’s eyes.
“Not really. I was sleeping and the next thing I know, that man is screaming and spitting. Nice kick, actually. But that’s not the point there,” Kwami answered. Not in his usual sarcastic tone, though, which worried Adrien. It sounded more… serious.
“Why?”
“I flew around for a few minutes and… well, just go outside that alley and look around. I think that it has something to do with an Akuma but I can’t say more about it.”
Adrien swallowed but did what Plagg told him to do.
He was on Rue Gotlib - he could know this street only with one glance - but there were big changes.
No asphalt roads. No cars or buses. No massive stone or concrete buildings.
No school.
There were only a few little stone houses and a lot more wooden buildings now. There were carriages with horses pulling them.
There were people that looked like middle-aged knights, wearing armor and halberds.
But the main difference from the Paris that he knew, was in front of him. A pink sheet with one picture and writing under it:
“Queen Lila issued a new law! All Miraculous users are outlawed!”