Miraculous: Superheroes of Portugal

Chapter One: Freya & Conor

A pair of unusual twins were both walking down the street by themselves with serene and peaceful expressions. But they both took separate ways.
Freya Dupain is a slender and very pretty teenage girl with long and wavy golden hair with lighter blonde streaks and azure highlights, fairly tanned skin, almond-shaped deep sapphire blue eyes, thin eyebrows, and stands at an medium height. Her outfit consists of a white tank top underneath a short-sleeved plaid shirt with white, blue, and aquamarine stripes; light blue shorts with silver accents, and a pair of blue sneakers with white toecaps, laces, a white horse logo on the heel counter and white soles. She wears a light pink lipstick.
She was walking peacefully with a blue quiver filled with blue-feathered arrows strapped on her back and a blue practice bow was slung over her shoulder.
She was walking through the peaceful streets, to her home. She was walking back from archery practice, one of her favorite pastimes and strongest abilities.
She walked into the middle of the public square. Beds of orange marigolds bloomed all around her. A few feet away, little kids played tag around a white marble fountain. At a nearby café, half of a dozen of people sipped coffee in the shade of patio umbrellas, but there was no traffic. The only pedestrians were a few families enjoying the early, slightly chilly afternoon.
The square itself was cobblestone pavement, edged with white stucco and lemon trees. In the center stood the well-preserved shell of a Roman temple. Its square bass stretched maybe fifty feet wide and ten feet tall, with an intact facade of Corinthian columns rising another twenty-five feet.
She was busy singing softly a song as she walked through the streets. Her singing was from a song called "Good Doggie, No Bone."
Freya continued to walk along the streets until she came to a quiet street. It had cobbled paving stones. There wasn't much there, but Freya had stopped singing and felt compelled to look. At the end of the street, there was a tiny shop called, "Hu's Antiques." Freya opened the shop door.
It looked like no one was there. She saw plenty of old furniture, framed paintings hung on the walls or on the dusty desks, and a few pots or window boxes with flowers and baby trees.
"Hello? Is anyone here?" Freya called out warily.
A man came in from an outside door. A short Chinese man with warm chocolate brown eyes and seemed to be around his early eighties or so had came into the light. He was wearing a orange Hawaiian shirt with a white hibiscus flower pattern, tan capri pants, dark brown shoes, and a bracelet with a pendant on his right wrist.
"Hello, Miss. It's been a while since I've had any young customers come in." The man said.
"I'm sorry if I disturbed you, I was curious about this shop." Freya said apologetically.
"Why don't you have a look around and see if anything interest you." The man said to her.
Freya looked around the shop. Freya was about to leave when she saw a box. It was a small, hard, and octagon-shaped box in the color of blue and silver Latin markings of a wolf's face.
"Ah, I see you have found the strange box. I don't know where it's from, but you can have it." The man nodded with a gentle smile.
"Are you sure?" Freya asked nervously.
"Yes, I'm sure." said the man.
"How much is it?" Freya asked more calmly.
"Don't worry about payment. You can have it for free." The man waved the offer away.
The man handed Freya the box and she was about the open it when the man placed his hand over it.
"I think it's best to open it when you are alone." the man said.
"That's very kind of you, sir." Freya said.
The man smiled at Freya as she left the shop.
Freya entered her apartment. She had seen the white moving trucks by the curve and the moving men at the bar by the corner of the street. After telling her parents that she was home, Freya went to her room and shut the door.
Freya opened her bag and took out the box with the man at the antique shop had given her. She opened it and a blinding silver light came from the box.
🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺 Conor's POV:-
Conor is a handsome teenage boy with dark brown/black wavy hair, deep brown eyes, his complexion was coppery, and stands at an medium height. His attire includes a white shirt with a black Jagged Stone imprint and jeans. He also wears a brown leather bracelet, teal and blue wristbands. He has a sky blue jacket with a navy blue hoodie underneath, as well as white high top converse with multi-blue splotches. He wears a black ring with silver outlining on his left pointer finger. He was wearing a pair of dark blue sneakers with white toecaps, laces, a white horse logo on the heel counter and white soles.
He was walking peacefully with his fencing equipment in his teal sports bag strapped over his shoulder.
He continued to walk along the streets until she came to a quiet street. It had cobbled paving stones. There wasn't much there, but Conor felt compelled to look. At the end of the street, there was a tiny shop called, "Hu's Antiques." Conor opened the shop door.
It looked like no one was there. He saw plenty of old furniture, framed paintings hung on the walls or on the dusty desks, and a few pots or window boxes with flowers and baby trees.
Conor went inside the store. Inside the décor felt similar to how Japanese people decorate.
"Wow. . . There's a lot of cool antique items here." Conor said excitedly then something caught his eye.
In a faint beam of sunlight, Conor saw a Latin wolf-faced box in the light. He opened the box and inside it was a bracelet that had five white stones shaped like wolf fangs and black beads connected to each fang stone.
"Find something that you like?" A voice asked, surprising Conor as he accidentally knocked the case, but he quickly caught it and when he caught the case with the bracelet he quickly shut it closed. When Conor turned around he saw a short Chinese man wearing a orange Hawaiian shirt.
"I-I'm sorry. . . I didn't know if the shop was closed. . . I didn't mean to barge in. . ." Conor apologized as he placed the closed box on the shelf. "I-I'll leave."
"Now, now. It's alright. You don't have to leave." The old man said, then Conor stopped and looked at him.
"I couldn't help but noticed that you've been taking an interest in this bracelet." The old man said as he grabbed the case that held the bracelet in it.
"Y-yeah. . . The bracelet reminds me of wolves. . ." Conor stammered.
"Do you like dogs?" asked the man.
"Dogs in particular, they're pretty cool. Wolves on the other hand are quite majestic. They remind me of knights or hunters; loyal, brave, honorable, and noble." Conor said then after a while he realized what he just said and laughed nervously. "Sorry. . . I'm being a total dork saying how much I like wolves and all. . ."
"How about I give you this bracelet?" said the man.
"What?! Oh no! I couldn't possible take this! This probably have some sentimental memories for you!" Conor rambled feeling nervous, but the old man chuckled.
"Nonsense. These will be more in much better care in your hands, young man." He said as he gave Conor the box with the bracelet in it.
"Thank you. I'll take good care of this." sworn Conor.
The man smiled at Conor as he left the shop.
Conor entered the apartment. After telling his parents and Freya that he was home, Conor went to his room and shut the door.
Conor opened his bag and took out the box with the man at the antique shop had given him. He opened it and a blinding golden light came from the box.