Professor Layton and the Mysterious Play

Luke was bored out of his mind.

It was a surprise that no marvelous adventure had knocked on their doors for weeks! Professor Layton always had someone looking for him. At least, that was the impression Luke had ever since he had become his apprentice.

Hershel Layton always had someone that was willing to pay his train ticket to make him discover the real culprit of a really confusing and challenging mystery. He was invited to wonderful parties, with really expensive cakes and fancy ladies dressed in colorful and classy dresses, where children would disappear out of the blue only to be discovered by the Professor a couple of hours later.

Of course, the children had only fallen asleep under the shade of a really big oak tree, and no one had even considered looking for them in the garden. But still, they treated Professor Layton as the major hero of all time, and he was invited to the following party that very same week.

Interviews, research, old libraries… Professor Layton was always invited to all of these events and places, everyone eager to hear his opinion on the latest work of a really admired scientist or simply his opinion regarding the taste of the finest bread in London.

And suddenly, when Luke had grown used to the parties, the mystery, the smell of old books and the wonders of critical thinking… the invitations had stopped arriving.

No wonderful parties were planned, no lost children were looked for, and the people that would normally challenge the Professor with interesting and entertaining puzzles stopped appearing.

It would be the third week in a row in which the Professor would do nothing more than read long historical books, drink the tea prepared my Flora, and would then sigh and head to rest.

Luke was appalled. What was the meaning of this?

Late that night, Luke sat on the old arm chair that was in the living room and sighed sadly.

"I know what you're thinking"

Luke opened his eyes and turned towards the soft and sweet voice behind him. Flora smiled sadly and nodded slightly.

"If you know what I'm thinking… then what can we do? There is nothing we can do to make everything go back to the way it was. The Professor says nothing, but I'm sure he is tired of all that reading. He needs to go out there and do what he does best!"

"Even though you speak very passionately about this, what you say is quite sad. Are you sure there is nothing we can do?"

"Flora, we can't CREATE the mysteries ourselves. We would know the answers already, and it would not be a real challenge at all."

"Who know? Maybe NOT saying the answer right away would be the real challenge then. I don't really know how to say this, but I believe that we can do something special for Mr. Layton if we plan everything properly."

"Something special for the Professor? What do you mean?"

Flora smiled, and Luke was suddenly a bit scared of the glint in her eyes.

"Hear me out, and help me if you wish."

Luke nodded.

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"Ah, what a nice morning this is!"

Professor Hershel Layton straightened his top hat and smiled as he looked at the blue and cloudless sky.

"I really do enjoy my month of vacation. A chance to simply relax, read, and drink delicious tea. I wonder if the young ones are bored, though… Oh well! Talking to myself is not going to do any good. I should ask them if there is somewhere they wish to go to today."

Smiling, he walked towards the door and opened it with an energetic move… only to find that the living room was completely dark.

Confused, he turned towards the window of his room to see a shiny and glorious London. He frowned and turned to the darkness that had drowned his living room while he slept.

"Luke! Flora!"

No reply.

Worried, he gave the first step towards the dark room.

Soon, he disappeared in the darkness.

To Be Continued!~

(Maybe?)

Some Words From the Author:

Greetings! This is my first (published) Layton fanfic. I would love to read some reviews, in case you wish to share with me your opinion on the fic.

Every review is loved and read with gratitude. If you wish to share with me your thoughts on what lies in the dark, then please do so!

I promise to publish the next chapter soon. Reviews get my writing gear working, though. *hint hint*

Thank you for taking your time to read these words. I appreciate it.

Have fun~

S