Prologue

"I can't believe it!" Said the young Scotland Yard Junior Officer, Edward Abberline, as he stared at the black and white card with disbelief. "How could this have happen? It is almost impossible to even lay a finger on the Earl!"

This particular card read:

-In memory of-

Ciel Phantomhive

-Died December 6, 1889-

Abberline banged his fists against the office table in anger. How could the boy who made an important promise to the man's deceased twin brother, Fred Abberline, just so suddenly leave without a word?

"Now, Now, Abberline," Lord Arthur Randall, also known commonly as the Scotland Yard's Police Commissioner, walked over, "You know we can do nothing of this death. That child was bound to leave someday, no matter how fine of "Her Majesty's loyal Guard Dog" he was. And, look on the bright side; we no longer have that mutt doing our service to Her Majesty." Lord Arthur Randall was not fond of Phantomhive and his work. No, that was an understatement. He absolutely despised the young Earl, finding shadowing jealousy and hatred for him, whom supposedly "stole" the glory of the Scotland Yard. Yes, Randall was a ball of sheer happiness over the course of events, and could not wait to begin his work without Phantomhive. This, even Abberline knew.

"… I-I…" He stuttered, at a loss for words. "… I just… it… it doesn't sit well with me…" Edward looked down, sadness and a few tears lighting his eyes. And- he frowned. The young man frowned, like a frown Lord Arthur Randall, in all his days of working with the lad, had never seen before. In all actuality, it was the same frown he wore that day he discovered his twin brother had died, died a terrible death. But this situation was different. Ciel Phantomhive's death was unknown.

The Commissioner rested his hand on the young officer's shoulder. "Look, my boy, we cannot raise the dead, and we certainly cannot afford to dwindle on this subject. Now, assist me with this next case," His eyes shown no sympathy. Abberline didn't even have to look.

And then, a spark glittered in the young man's head. No one had dared to search the "deceased" Earl's death. They were all afraid of what they would find, as he was one of the most feared detectives England could have. Randall, on the other hand- well, you know the answer. Would it not be much trouble to try and investigate the matter, perhaps for a few days' time?

"Well, I-" Abberline began, but was cut off by Randall as he handed the Junior Detective a long script of parchment- obviously about the case he mentioned.

"I don't want to hear another word of this, understand?" The Commissioner said, glaring at the young man.

"Y-Yes sir…"

"Good. Now study that for me, will you, my boy?"

Author's Note~ Well hello there, my dear readers! If you know me from my previous fanfiction, White Rose, I'd like to tell you the reason I stopped updating was because 1. School DX 2. Writer's block, sadly… 3. My parents kept taking away my cpu. If you don't know me at all, welcome to my world! I hope you enjoy Mysteries Revealed as much as I probably will, and that you will review and fav this. Actually, PLEASE review, because it would be nice to know your opinions and how I could improve. And I probably won't be able to update this daily, but don't make me promise! (It's a CONDITION) Thank you for your time and, again, please review!