Alya was trying to comfort her best friend Marinette (who Alya would consider an angel at any age). But at the moment she was cornered with the small deaged girl in front of her welding a splintered leg of a chair that was thrown halfway across the room, she's not so sure what to do in this situation. this isn't technically finished, but i don't think I will finish this. I do like where it's at though so I'm posting it. where it ends, it could be a short openended story. if someone wants to write something based off of it, please tell me. I WANT TO READ IT! cover art is from chibiclem on tumblr