There is a legend of a flute, said to be owned by fairies. Anyone unfortunate enough to hear the music of the flute is plunged into an eternal slumber, which is unbreakable.
Tell me, do you believe the legend?
To my dear friend,
There was a flute rumored to put anyone who heard it into an eternal sleep. We thought it to be a rumor, and may never have investigated it. But all that changed the day we returned from the countryside, and met one girl.
CHAPTER ONE-MEETING
Pt.1
On a sunny afternoon, the large, gleaming Molentary Express pulled into London station. It wasn't too busy in the station that day, just a few people waiting to pick up the returning passengers. The train stopped, and the doors opened. Out stepped, among the other passengers, Professor Hershel Layton, and his apprentice Luke Triton, returning from a trip to the country side.
"Well, wasn't that a refreshing trip?" Layton asked his young ward, who had run out in front of him. Luke turned around, and nodded. "Definitely, professor, and it was much brighter than Folsense!" He said, referring to their previous adventure, looking for the answers behind the Elysian box. "Ah, but Luke, had we not gone there, the illusion of Folsense would remain, and so would Anton's anger." The professor said, putting a hand in his pocket, and fingered the little amulet that Katia had given him as a thank you gift.
Then, the professor froze as a blur ran up to him, and hugged him tightly, making him release an "Ooof!" Soon, he was bombarded by comments. "Oh, Uncle Hershel, it's great to finally meet you! Mother told me so much about you, but I've never seen you in person! My, you are so tall, or perhaps I'm short. Did you go on an adventure? How many puzzles have you solved!"
The Professor and Luke blinked twice, frozen. "*ahem* Well, I'll answer all of those questions later, but first, who do I have the pleasure of meeting?" He said, still surprised at what just happened. "Oh, where are my manners? That wasn't very ladylike of me." The person loosened her embrace, backed up, and curtsied.
She was a few inches taller than Luke, looking about thirteen. She had dark brown skin, and hair that was the same color as Layton's, had three bangs in the front, and was pulled into a braid in the back, fastened by a large, orange hair bow. She was wearing a dark brown overcoat, with a collar like Layton's, with an orange tie laying over it, an orange belt around her waist, and an orange pleated skirt sticking out from the bottom, going halfway down her upper leg. She had pale pink stockings, and boots the same color as her overcoat, that came up to her knees. Her most interesting accessory, though, was a small top hat- almost identical to Layton's, but with a cursive L embroidered into the ribbon- that was balanced to the side of her head, and attached to a-of course-orange head band.
"I am Lillian Hope Layton. I'm the daughter of your younger sister, Marta. Mother has told me so much about you, but we've never had a chance to meet in person." The young girl said, holding a bright orange purse in front of her. The professor looked slightly puzzled, looking the girl over. This is quite puzzling. Marta never told me of a child. I think I shall call her later. The girl doesn't look much like her. He thought. He then smiled. She had one aspect that looked like Marta. She had those bright, orangey-pink eyes, unlike his own.
"Well, then. I suppose you'd like to get to know me better. Where is Marta?" He asked, not seeing his sister anywhere near the girl. "Oh! Um...She had to leave on short notice, she said she had to visit a doctor, and that she'd be out of town for a few days. She couldn't contact you, but she hoped that you could watch me. I won't be a hassle, and I'll help you out. I don't even eat much. Mother says if it's too much of a hassle that she can come pick me up, but it's urgent that she goes, and I'd really like to get to know you."
"What? How old are you that your mother leaves you alone?" Luke asked, folding his arms. "Luke, a true gentleman does not ask a lady of her age-even a young lady." Hershel lightly scolded, put his chin in his palm and thinking it over. "I don't know..." He said quietly, finding it strange that Marta wouldn't notify him about the situation. Then again, he hadn't heard from her in years. But, if his sister really did need medical attention… "Hmm...I know! If I can solve any puzzle that you give me, any at all, then can I stay with you? At least long enough for me to get to know you? I've wanted to meet my only uncle for so long."
"Well, I don't see why not." Layton said with a smile. "What? But, professor! What if-" The young boy protested. "Luke, I believe we should give her a chance." Luke sighed, looking away, and folding his arms. "Hmm...All right, here's a puzzle we heard while we were visiting Dropstone during their 60th anniversary celebration. Luke had a little trouble with this one.
"There are five cows lined up in a row, the puzzle calls them A, B, C, D, and E. Two of these cows are a breed called Troomoo, for they only tell the truth, but the other three are Nowhey cows, for they only tell lies. Your job is to figure out which three are Nowhey cows by listening to their statements.
A states "D is a Nowhey, I promise."
B says "Oh no, C isn't a Troomoo cow."
C says that "A ain't a Nowhey cow. No way."
D says "E's a Nowhey if I've ever seen one."
And lastly, E says that "B's definitely not a Troomoo."
So, what do you think the answer is?" Hershel finishes, smiling at the girl.
Lillian nodded. She put her hand around her chin, and started to pace. Well, let's start with C. The breed is called Nowhey, and C said No way at the end, so let's assume that C is a Nowhey. Okay, one down...If I go back to B's statement, with what I found out about C, it makes B a Troomoo. And then if I go to E, If B is a Troomoo, that makes E a Nowhey! And that works with D's statement! She thought. She stopped pacing, and snapped her fingers.
"I've got it...I've got it!" She said, turning around and pointing at Layton. "A, C, and E are Nowheys!" She exclaimed, with a determined smile. "That's correct." Layton said with an impressed smile. "And so quickly, too." He placed a hand on her shoulder. "What? But, how-" Luke started. Lillian, ignoring Luke, smiled back at Hershel. "Thank you. It's great to hear that coming from you, Uncle." The girl looked over to Luke. "Oh my, I didn't catch your name." She said sweetly. Luke folded his arms tighter. "Luke. Luke Triton. I'm the Professor's apprentice." He said, in a tone and a look that said 'And don't you forget it'.
Layton frowned deeply at Luke's behavior, but sighed, and looked at the girl again. "Well, then. We should get going then. It's getting late." And then, being a true gentleman, he pointed out his elbow. She hooked her arm around his arm, and they started walking. "Come, Luke." "Coming, Professor!" The boy said, his attitude changing completely. He ran to catch up with the others, on the opposite side of Lillian, as they headed for Layton's home.