Disclaimer: I would never own the characters of Phoenix Wright since they belong to Capcom, I may have some original characters as the chapters go on but any characters that don't belong to me are made from Capcom and their respective owners.
This is my take on Apollo's life as he grows up, I hope you like it and it meets up to canon standards.
Origins of Justice.
Wailing...Very high pitched wailing...
That is the noise what has been filling the evening air and shattering its silence in an almost ominous echo as it had been carried through the wind.
The sky was a very dark shade of indigo with stars dotting the nighttime skies and twinkled in their place like diamonds settled upon a beautiful silk material. The buildings were silhouetted against the night yet the windows were lit with a surprisingly bright light that had managed to pierce the almost pitch blackness of the earth below but there was still that shrill cry that cut through the quiet twilight atmosphere like a blade stabbing butter with a temperature that matched the room it was in.
There was a grim air being carried with the wind as a tall, darkened gap between two buildings that looked so grim came into view. It was clear that no prying eyes would peer in there since the alley was shady a damp to an extent of there appearing to be no life whatsoever concealed in the pitch blackness. This proved the lack of life living in this very alley but those cries appeared to have been originating from that same shady place.
The cries were very distinctive and very loud, like a child's crying. A very small child.
Little did anyone know that the gap in between shops was not entirely uninhabited. Within the shadows the alley concealed a woman who currently had her back against the wall as she hid something beneath her constellation robes that stood.
Hidden in the dark blue material was a very small toddler who had been wrapped in a bright blue flannel towel with his diminutive hands flailing about, wanting so much to latch on to something, anything. Those loud cries pierced the air yet the wind and his mother were the only things listening and the former even tried to drown out the infants existence.
Brown tufts covered the childs head and the front of his hair stuck up from the top like spikes. His eyes were screwed shut and his mouth was stretched open as very loud, gaspy wails burst from deep within his relatively new pair of lungs and his bright pink skin was quite pale and almost blue from the harsh sting of the cold the poor thing had been exposed to.
This sight would have been heartbreaking for anyone with a heart.
It was then that the woman, gone by the name of Thalassa Gramarye, had proceeded to carry on with her almost treturious journey yet the young child she tried so hard to hide didn't cease his fits of wails and cries.
She didn't want to do this. You could even say that it was the very last thing she wanted to do!
She didn't really have a choice in the matter, however.
Thalassa was a circus weaver of reality -a magician- who came from a long line of magicians and masters of illusions, the one who succeeded completely in changing the world being her father, Magnifi Gramarye.
She had a fine reputation for using her angelic voice to make others in the crowd swoon as they stared in sheer awe at how beautiful she was. This technique was who attracted her to a young guest circus performer who was about the same age she was and they very soon started dating. This circus performer was a trapeze artist who was kind of modest of himself but he had a good set of lungs on him since always before a show, if he was nervous, he was constantly yell to himself that he was fine.
That was one of the charming things about him.
He had a heart of gold and was always willing to protect Thalassa from anyone who actually disliked her beautiful singing. He was so kind and gentle so it was no surprise that he was filled with glee to hear that Thalassa was pregnant with his son.
They wanted to run away together so they could elope, being so young and knowing a lot of people would disapprove, and that's what they did.
Whence they became fugitives, they even performed on their own for awhile.
Thalassa started to grow sick of her father's pushing and annoying hints of trying to get her to break up with her lover, that and Magnifi was pushing her quite roughly and because she couldn't take the pressure, she ran away. It was clear that her father didn't approve of his son-in-law being a mere circus performer and despised him for defying him, why he even let him in the Gramarye troupe in the first place she didn't even know...
Thalassa and the artist she loved were so happy with their little blessing whence he was finally born. The child was given the name Apollo, in honour of his father's stoic personality since the boy's father was the light in her life. That and they both had a keen interest for Greek mythology.
It was clear that Apollo had very big pipes as he would cry for hours on end when he was first brought home and at first, things were like a dream. They had only a year with little Apollo before the accident came involving Thalassa's love occurred.
He had been doing a trapeze act to ready the crowd for the big act but had been shot while he was swinging from one swing to another with such extraordinary flexibility. He had suffered a fatal bullet to the heart that made an instant kill and after that, shocking everyone.
After that, Thalassa had no choice but to begrudgingly return since she couldn't survive in the streets with a very little son to look after. She was even hopeful that they would assist her provide for the baby, however her father was furious and was adamant that she was far too young to be a parent and that they didn't need a mutt in their pure bred group of Gramarye lineage.
And here she was, trying to locate the nearest orphanage so she could entrust her one-year-old with them.
Apollo was old enough to barely walk on his own but he could very hardly talk yet even though he tried to form words. He was too little to even utter a single word but his determination was clearly a very admirable trait but she didn't even acknowledge that right now as she was too preoccupied.
The one year old she clutched tight to her writhed and squirmed in panic as the cries bursting from his lungs rang even louder than church bells as his delicate arms waved about aimlessly in the air more frantically as if bewildered about the sudden movement that had suddenly taken place. Apollo could hear his mother's voice even though he was securely wrapped in a towel to keep himself dry from the soaking wet moisture surrounding them in the dark alleyway and he was hidden underneath her robes.
Even though she had finally answered those cries, there was a feeling of dread wafting around the darkened room that would surely frighten even the youngest of young children.
"There now, little Apollo." The worried mother soothed in her sweet voice even though her child was hidden beneath her dark navy blue robing as she stealthily snuck her way through the town unspotted by concealing her presence expertly. Her bright brown eyes were seen through the enveloping darkness engulfing the earth below the night sky as she safely sauntered passed any curious passerbys even though she kept little Apollo's frightened cries muffled beneath her cloak.
The cries and shrieks erupting from the tiny being didn't subside but there was a sense of self fear the bundle felt for his own life, not that he even knew what was happening or what was going to happen. Fear closed in and swallowed the helpless child in a pool of fright of what had happened for the past while.
Apollo was confused, cold and frightened.
What was his mother doing?
Why was she looking so frightened?
These questions pecked at his curious, young mind like a woodpecker to some bark of wood. Even though he was too young to grasp the concept of life or even such sadness but he could concept fear very well. It was the very first thing he could grasp, actually.
Apollo placed his chubby hands over his eyes to darken his world and make his own fright disappear just like his mother's lullabies would chase all his fears away after a bad dream but it was futile. He was hopelessly frightened and he had not the slightest idea of how nor why this was so.
Thalassa shared sentiments with her little son as her heart broke for him. The judicial system was just out of control and it went so far that so many false charges were being committed, her husband and her son seemed to show a slight interest in the world of law anyway.
It wasn't her fault that she had to give up her son! If she were to have any more children in the future then she would be sure that he or she would never be alone or have to go through the hardships of losing their parents.
Eventually, however, beneath a small lit lantern hanging by a door beneath a front doorstep, Thalassa finally came across a relatively small building that had the words written upon a gold plaque towards the right of the wooden door "Rock hard Orphanage".
Tears welled up in her eyes as she knew it was time to say goodbye to Apollo. The child was still crying his lungs out, the perfect example of how loud he was going to be when he came of age, as he was finally brought out into view even though he shivered from the cold as he looked up at his mother with big eyes filled with tears.
Why was his mother crying too? Adults weren't supposed to cry, were they? He frowned as his cries finally dulled to a more quiet, non existent volume and blinked his red, puffy eyes in confusion. He couldn't help but find the darkness of the night sort of intriguing as he finally allowed his surroundings to soak in.
This appeared to be a small apartment even though the dull sounds of cars blaring in the distance caught his ears in false alarm as his brows raised up in worry and fear and he subconsciously nestled close to his mother, feeling her warmth soak into the blankets he had been bundled up in. He smiled a little in contentment as he felt safe around her and never wanted to be separated from her.
Gurgling softly, Apollo nuzzled his mother affectionately.
But little did he realise was that he was about to learn a hard lesson: Anything bad can happen at any time.
After being allowed to bask in the warmth and comfort his mother provided, Apollo was confused as his mother began to slowly and deftly move towards the top step the lantern shined a light down upon and he was slowly placed down upon it and feeling the hard contact made him shift his position slightly. He could only look up and stare in confusion as his lips pulled into a small frown.
As she began to walk away, Apollo panicked. Where was she going, was she leaving him here? He couldn't let her leave him alone, it was scary to be alone! He tried to form the words to beg her to stay with him but whatever came out was babbled nonsense. The tone behind his jumbled up attempt at talking was filled with worry and increasing despair as she began to walk off into the night but as he began to cry once more, she reluctantly turned around and headed back towards him.
It was clear she tried to not show emotion but Apollo seemed to have noticed. She frowned softly as she slowly knelt down in front of him and they exchanged a saddened stare for a short while until the realisation of what she was doing finally dawned on Thalassa as she swiftly picked up the small bundle and held him close to her chest with tears streaming from her eyes and staining her cheeks as they left very wet streaks in their wake.
She didn't wish to give up her child but she had no choice. He would be constantly neglected by the rest of his family and they would probably pretend he never existed. He didn't deserve a life like that.
When she finally plucked up the courage to break off the hug, she placed Apollo back down on the doorstep and began stroking the small tufts of hair on his head including the two horns of hair standing on the top of his head. She felt the guilt in her soul coil and twist tighter and tighter as more tears began to well up in her eyes.
She couldn't stand the guilt.
Without really realising it, Thalassa began to hum a melodic tune that sounded very soothing in a way. Her voice was very much like the purest form of glass and it was as sweet as a river with no blockages or debris as it flowed freely and her eyes were as crystal clear as freshly polished metal as she began to sing the sweetest form of music one could utter.
Little Apollo began to grow tired as his big eyes felt like weights. This lullaby was so beautiful and soft that it made all the fears he had melt away like it always had but he felt a significance to this particular song, like it was meant to be held on to for the rest of his days since it was so important.
Thalassa continued to sing as quietly as she could as she watched her son slowly but surely fall asleep on the door step as he slipped off into a blissful slumber. His snores were very gentle as he drifted off at the sound of her sweet humming yet his very last vision of her was blurred as he finally gave into the sleep he yearned for all of a sudden.
His mother would be there when he awoke...wouldn't she?
Guilt stabbed the woman in her heart as she tried her hardest not to break down into tears there and then. She hesitantly stood up, stroking the small twin horns of hair on Apollo's small head as she did so, and raised one of her wrists. He needed something to be reminded that he'll forevermore be loved by her no matter where she was!
Her eyes rested upon one of her bracelets, twinkling like a star in the lanterns soft light, and she lifted her hand off her son's head and proceeded to slip it off her hand. Her bracelets were a gift from her late partner and apparently they were bought from a small market of witchcraft in northern Ireland and they were treasured.
It dawned on Thalassa that if she should have a part of her lover's memory then so should their son.
She slickly removed the bracelet from her wrist and very gently placed it in Apollo's chest which he subconsciously reacted by raising his hands to it and clutching it close to his heart like it was his lifeline.
Slowly stepping forwards, The magician allowed the tears to cascade freely down her face as she extended her slim arm towards the door but she hesitated on knocking. She didn't want to give up little Apollo but she had no choice. Deciding that this was the best thing she could do, she narrowed her eyes in determination and curled up her fist and knocked on the door so someone inside the building could hear her but not her son who would awake if she were to knock to loudly.
When this task was done, she hastily ran away yet her sobs were wracking her body as she took off into the night. Even though she knocked as quietly as possible, Apollo's eyes opened very slightly as he vaguely saw his beloved mother take off and leaving him alone.
Little did Apollo know was that this was just the beginning of how massive he was going to be.
This was the beginning of Apollo Justice.
A/N: Tada! This is my very first chapter on what I think happened to Apollo when he was abandoned. I hope this was good enough to make you happy for now and I shall continue on making chapters on Apollo's childhood for you. I hope that this was alright and you all like it.
Poor Apollo, he's now all alone in the world and he's now an orphan. Let's see how he probably became who he is in current games, shall we?
I can't wait to write more!
Edit: Alright, I updated this chapter. I also made a prequel to this called "Confrontation" which I hope you can read eventually. I hope that this chapter is better then what it was and I hope that you know that I done some studying on the actual Ace attorney franchise.
-Chloemcg