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There had been so many different Holders across the ages. People of all changes, ranges and nationalities, as the Boxes had travelled further than most people ever had or would in their lifetimes.
The Kwami had seen so many people come and go, a few ones staying longer than others, but as all immortal beings, they eventually had to let them go.
Having a permanent Holder had become so rare it was practically a bedtime story for the youngest Kwamis, if there were any more to appear.
They were a family, adopting their Holders as the closest thing they could have to a kid of their own. Especially these ones. They were just that, kids.
Not one of them had had Holders so young in a couple of centuries, and most of them hadn't ever been wielded by younglings like these.
These ones were just some of the many Holders that would be added to each Kwami's personal list.
However, most of these new kids were... peculiar to say the least.
"I had a kitten like him a long while ago. They are so similar in so many ways... Yours kind of reminds me of her too, Sugarcube. And yours, Longg!"
"I remember her, the one whose village tried to drown her before you knew her, right?"
"Exactly that one." Plagg had always been one of the most frequently wielded Kwamis, and still was even now. Only Tikki's list could rival his, but none ever forgot a single name in it. Never.
That girl... The Kwami had practically raised her. Back in old England, he found her in the woods when she saw his shiny ring lying around and digged to grab it.
He had never seen any of his Holders react like she did.
Most yelled when the creature zoomed out of the jewel. Some had tried burning the ring, believing it to be an act of witchcraft. Some even cried, believing their short lifespans had come to an end at the unknown sight.
That girl, on the other hand, that girl put the ring on her finger and started spinning it. When Plagg appeared out of thin air and spoke to her, she covered her ears until the Kwami's voice became softer, soft enough for her to listen.
"Are all of your Holders like that?"
Most of the Kwamis nodded.
Longg was the first to speak. "Mine smiles in the same crooked way as you have mentioned the girl used to do. She plans beforehand, which I am personally not opposed to, but she plans all of her words."
Tikki continued. "Mar-" She was interrupted by the identity protective spell. "My holder does too! Whenever the others fail to follow her mental planning, she looks as if she were about to cry. Sometimes she does."
Roaar shook her head. "Yours speaks at least. Mine is a great listener, even for me."
All the Kwamis looked stunned. If there was something not one of them could stand, it was Roarr's never ending rants about whatever crossed her mind at the moment.
Sass took over. "Mine speaks, but prefers music. He says words are not as true to his real feelings as music is. Sometimes, he goes for hours without saying a word, just mutters to himself while composing wordlessly."
Roaar laughed next to him. "I guess that's part of why they are similar."
Tikki scolded the Tiger Kwami. ""Roaar! No identity compromising comments!"
Roaar couldn't understand. "But you know my Holders's true name. You were even there when Ladybug granted Jul- Purple Tigress, sorry the permanent custody of her Miraculous! You were there the first time she transformed!"
"Not all of them were though," Tikki replied.
"Fine, I'll stop. But someone else carry on before I say too much."
Everyone looked around nervously. They and a few seconds before Roaar went back to her rambling.
Seeing their hesitance, Trixx took over.
"My Holder spends hours on that blog of hers, and from what I have seen in her footage, there have been far too many times for my liking were she has risked herself to get it! I'm impressed with the dedication she has for superheroes or whatever they call our Holders nowadays."
"Tell me about it, my Holder wouldn't shut up about Ladybug the moment they met. He wouldn't talk about anything else for days. Even having my cheese became unbearable with his babbling! My cheese!" Plagg protested annoyed at the sole memory of his early days with Adrien, his Chat Noir.
"My Ladybug wouldn't stop talking about your Holder when they met. To this day, even Trixx's owner has to help her write down what she plans on saying to him, so don't you dare keep on complaining about your holder."
"Maybe my Dragon's scheming could help your wielder. Ryukko has hundreds of conversational scripts saved for every occasion. Your Ladybug sounds like she could use some of them"
Plagg put on a thinking face most of the Kwamis had rarely seen on him for a few seconds, until he found the answer to whatever he was thinking of.
"Do any of you remember what my kitten told me her village called her?"
None of the Kwami could remember it clearly. That girl had been so long ago, back when they had all been separated from the Box.
"Changing?" Sass suggested.
"Changer?"
"It was something similar, I feel it." Plagg said.
Suddenly, Roaar seemed to remember.
"Changeling!"
Changeling.
Most of the Kwamis had had at least one of whatever changelings were supposed to be, but most of them shared the same stories. Their villages making them outcasts, believing fairies had kidnapped the children and replaced with one of their own. The Holders' own parents trying to extinguish whatever magic they had inside, trying to extinguish their own children's lives when those attempts were undoubtedly failures. Many of them never making it too far in life age-wise. All of them, different in their own ways.
However, they had never had so many at the same time, and even less in the same team.
Longg was the first to speak.
"My Holder has always told me she feels that most people around her share a code, one she was never given."
How many times had all the Kwami's heard something similar?
"They should know. I do not know about your Holders, but my kid doesn't have a clue what could it be," Plagg said.
With that, each Kwami parted from the Box, going home with news for their Holders, hoping it would open their eyes. Changelings. They would have a new word tomorrow.