Twilight continued to stare through the confines of the museum. She had moved past the painting of the butterfly and now moved onto something else. A flash of blue caught her eye and moving towards it, she saw something within a glass case. In it, was a large blue feature. From first glance, it was that of a peacock’s.

Feather of the Blue Peahen

Replica

“The Blue Peahen?” Twilight repeated.

If she had to guess, it was probably another ancient hero.

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The night was calm as the moonlight shone down from the starry sky. The wagon pulled along the path, keeping up a steady pace. The small party kept their faces hidden, and their bodies firm as they continued onward.

“Come on keep moving.” the leader spoke to his fellows.

“Do you think they will spot us?” one of them asked.

The horses whinnied a little as they continued. The leader placed a hand upon one of them to calm them down.

“Don’t worry, the patrols are usually on this path. Once we get to the village, we should be home free.”

That answer kept up everyone’s spirits. They just had a bit farther to go. Once they delivered these supplies to the rebellion, everything would fall into place.

“Halt!”

Everyone and everything came to a halt. The sound of footsteps firmly pressing into the dirt path, stomped towards them. Everyone looked up to see a group of soldiers heading their way.

The leader could sense panic rising among their party. “Keep calm everyone.” he told them all, hoping to quell their fears.

Their murmurs silenced as the soldiers approached. All of them intimidating men, looking very dour and hardly in the mood for humor.

“Greetings. What brings you to us good sirs?” the party leader spoke up, hoping to deter them away.

“We have reason to report some rebel supporters are in the area. You wouldn’t happen to know about any of this do you?” the soldier asked.

“Good sirs, we are but humble merchants delivering our goods.” the leader spoke.

The soldier raised an eyebrow. “At this hour?”

The leader managed a soft chuckle. “Well what better way than to get your stock on the cover of darkness? We can supply ourselves quickly and do business in the morning.” he reasoned.

Hardly a convincing look appeared upon the soldier’s face. “Well I suppose you wouldn’t mind if I checked your stock would you?”

The soldier’s hand reached towards the tarp, when the leader’s hand reached for it. “No need for that, and we really must be on our way.”

“Unhand me peasant!” the soldier briskly grabbed hold of the thin arm and threw the leader to the ground. “On suspicion of being a rebel supporter, you are under arrest in the name of Empress Sable Spirit!”

The soldiers advanced forward, while the merchants readied themselves to be hauled off to the dungeons, when suddenly a flash of blue impacted against one of the soldiers. In a quick succession, the blue flash struck against the other soldier and it fell in short order. The others had been alerted to their companion’s fall, so they were more careful. The blue flash in turn had to be careful as well. The merchants watched as the fight ensued, the figure’s nimble shape clashing against the metal armor. Wit ha few solid kicks, the soldier’s fell, and they were left unconscious on the ground.

Now that the fight was over, they got a good look at the flash. The figure itself was blue of course, a tight bodysuit that stretched all over, save for the head. A long cape lay behind, looking very much like a peacock’s feathers. A blue face mask obscured the identity of the figure, but her sea green hair stood out. A blue peacock brooch lay upon her chest, just below her neckline. Seeing this all, they knew exactly who their savior was.

“The Blue Peahen!” one of the merchants exclaimed.

“Hurry along! The rebels need your supplies!” urged the Blue Peahen.

Getting their wagon’s going, the lead merchant looked to the Peahen, “Thank you. Besides the rebels, you are a shining light in these dark times.”

The merchants hurried along, and so did the Blue Peahen. As soon as she was a distance away, a blue light filled the area as she powered down as she uttered the phrase to deactivate her miraculous. Standing in her place was a young woman with sea green hair. Floating beside her was a small blue creature. An assortment of tails flowed behind it, giving off the peacock impression. A red dot lay upon it’s forehead, and it’s eyes were black with red iris's.

“Mistress Mistmane. What’s wrong?” the Kwami asked.

Mistmane looked up at the moon, “I’m just thinking about Sable, Duusu.” she sighed, “How could she have changed so much?”

Duusu could feel her master’s sadness. She knew she and the empress were friends once. But now she had become a cruel tyrant. A tyrant she had to fight against. Though she had hoped that things could be resolved peacefully, she knew that the dark times were still ahead. Still, so long as she had this miraculous, she would fight.

And so, she snuck off into the night, ready to give the fight another day.

Author's Note

And so the peacock is next. Sorry this one was so bare. The powers of the Peacock Miraculous haven't been revealed yet (and probably won't till season 3 of ML), so I had to make it short. Hopefully I can provide more action in the next chapter.