This is my first Fanfiction ever!!!! So wish me luck as I take a deep breath and step into the deep end.
(Btw, I consider myself to be the "Cannon Queen" of Fanfiction so if you notice that I'm OOC-ing people and characters (or extremely wordy lol) please firmly (but kindly) say so! Also I am the most horrible speller in the world. Plz forgive spelling/grammatical mistakes)
Disclaimer: I absolutely love Capcom especially, the Ace Attorney series! I adamantly exclaim that I do not own Phoenix Wright or any other character from the GBA and DS games.

Necessity is the Mother of Evil

What does it mean to be a Fey? To have the blood of Mystic Amy course through your veins? To always be alone in the midst of a crowd? To never be considered normal to the outside world? Morgan Fey learned this lesson very well (or so she thought). She had based her whole life around the Kurin Channeling Technique. Morgan was to be the next Master of the renowned Channeling School for Mediums. She was happily married to the Mr. John Hawthorn (the renowned jeweler) and was the proud mother of two Beautiful twin girls, Dahlia and Iris Fey. Finally she had the "one up" on her younger sister Misty Fey. While Morgan worked her ass off studying meditating and practicing the family craft, Miss Mystic Misty (which Morgan always said with distain) was out parting or showing off around the respected guest and elders of the family. She had to admit that Misty always did have a knack for channeling (She had to meditate in preparation for at least a day while if the Kurin technique was controlled by the snap of fingers, Misty would have channeled 200 souls by the end of the Adam's Family theme song). It was truly sad for, ever since childhood she was always being compared to that little girl!

"But hard work can always trump talent", believed Morgan. Otherwise everything else she did was in vain.

"Now those years of silently dwelling in the background are coming to an end. For I, Morgan Fey, will stand up tomorrow, inherit my birthright, and take my rightful place as head of this household!"

*Knock, Knock*

"Gancy, are you alright in here?"

She became distracted by the voice of her husband. His worried tone seemed to permeate the dim, candle lit room. Goodness! Was she really talking that loud?

"I'm fine darling, I'm meditating", she sweetly called back.

"Ok Gancy"

John Hawthorn left the doorway muttering under his breath, "I'll never understand these damn Fey women and their ways"! Suddenly, a Fey elder was walking opposite of him. Hawthorn decided to put on the loving facade once more.

"Good day, Sister"

"Good day Hawthorn-sama"

Once the Sister was out of sight, the menacing expression returned to his face.

Morgan blew out the sacred candles and walked into the world of bright light. The Elders were to hold a family meeting in the Great hall 24 hours time.
"No doubt to announce my new position."

But other things held her attention for the moment.

the Fey family manor is a sight to behold and wonder of ancient Japanese architecture. The campus is so grand and so lavish that, visitors and family members alike need guide maps just to go to the bathroom! She walked past the artfully skilled calligraphy, flowing on every wall of the household. The smell of "sacred wood" and "myrrh" flooded the nasal passage of every living soul who graced its halls. She worked her way up the grand staircase, past a group of young acolytes learning one of the fundamentals of spirit mediums (or should I say many).

"Mystic Children, this is way number 98 out of 102 of how to earn money. The valued lesson of 98 states: When in doubt, fake 'em out!"

"But Sister French-cut", said a young acolyte 10 years of age, "what does that exactly mean?"

20 other wide-eyed girls silently acknowledged their puzzlement. The uniquely named Sister thought for just a second before answering her students.

"Well it means, my dears, if your crystal ball is cloudy then tell ….. Your guest that…. The….uh……heavens! That's right heavens will reveal the truth …tomorrow."

The hall rang with an "Ahhhh" or "I see". Morgan rolled her eyes and smiled, "Only poor unworthy branch members resort to such low and underhanded tactics" ran though her thoughts.

Twenty minutes later, a smiling Morgan carrying two twin plates of strawberry desserts stepped into one of the smaller classrooms. These rooms were dedicated to rearing the youngest children. Babies, Toddlers and smaller girls 4-6 years of age ran, played and discovered here. Nothing delighted her more then to see the bright faces of her five year old twins. "Ah" she thought. Morgan spotted red haired Dahlia among the sea of Black and Brown haired girls. Right next to her, Morgan saw an identical set of double French braids. This time, she knew that it was Iris by her sister's side. Unfortunately, the twins were too distracted by something, rather someone, to notice their mother eagerly standing in the door. Their mother came farther into the playroom. She was stepping over ancient toys and mobile new lings experiencing the world on their hands and knees. With this new view, she could see that this person was wearing acolyte clothes. All Fey's wore relatively the same costume. Morgan, seeing this person from the back, did not know who it was. Suddenly, the internal reflex, so famously called "the mother's instinct" flowed through her body like liquid sugar. The smile faded and replaced by intense worry. The pace of her feet quickened into an almost run (nearly dropping the strawberry delights in her hands). She was now right up to this woman. Morgan balanced the two plates with one hand, and with firm determination touched the shoulder of this Sister with the other.

"Sister"?