Prologue
"How could you!"
"Flora please." I tried to insist that it was for the best and I had a plan but she wouldn't hear any of it.
"Just forget it Luke. I'm sick and tired of your lies." She flipped her hair as if she was a model and picked up a black leather suticase and started heading to the door.
"Where do you think you're going?" I said placing my hand on the back of her shoulder.
"I'm leaving, that's where. Far away!" She opened the front door and slammed it leaving into the night mist.
Chapter 1
Ten years ago on that dark night was the last time had spoke to her. She left without another word making my heart break into a billion pieces.
Today I find myself staring out the window with a cup of steaming coffee next to me on my desk. I have a pen and some paper and I'm jotting down words. I sighed placing the pen down. I growled crumbling the paper up and throwing it into the trash can.
I took a sip of coffee and then soon began to write again...
Dear Professor Layton,
Long time no see. It has been decided thorugh the court that I have spent enough time in prison. I'm a free man once again. As for now I would like to make and apology in person to you and Luke. I am lodging at the clockshop until I find a home for my own. I hope to see you there soon.
Best Regards,
Clive Dove.
I placed down the pen nodding. My plan was in order, now I just needed to get the letter to him.
I stand to my feet taking the letter and headed out the door.
I walked down the gravel road; dust blowing in my eyes. I was heading to my old man's home. I despised myself for it; getting along with him I mean. But he was the only one who had acess to time; the past and the future. So here I was a letter in my hand, walking to my fathers home; with a plan in my head. As smart plan. A brilliant plan that I had been working on for ten years ever since she left.
I walked along the Thames river keeping an eye out for thugs. My heart always pounded around here because their hideout was close by.
I soon reached my father's home; which was deep in the forest hiding from the well known devil. But no one can hide from the devil for too long, and my father knows full well. I knocked on the door six times, paused, and knocked three more. This was our secret code to let him know it's a friend not a foe.
He soon answered the door. My father stood in the doorway; eyes gray as the hair on his head. His skin was pale and wrinkled and his clothes were waring away. "Hello son. It's nice for you to stop by."
"The letter is finished." I handed him the letter not making any eye contact. I flet ashamed for not being good to him when I was young.
"Well, I'll go and send it and you can be on your way." He said in a saddened but kind voice.
I felt even more ashamed. "I really appreciate this Clark." I hadn't called him father since my mother died. I was thirteen then and I was hurt, I took my anger out on my father and blammed him for her death.
"Now, you just take good care of my grandkids. That's how you'll owe me."
I nodded and started to my home hidden as well in the city of London.
Finally my chapter is finished :) I have a lot planned so please stay tuned. Don't forget to review :D