(Anything you recognize? Like Miles and Gregory Edgeworth. I don't own them. Sorry this is so short. This was first posted on my LiveJournal. Please be easy on me.)

Chapter One

In some ways this story is like any fairy tale. Except that there is no prince and/or princess. Just a young boy who experienced trauma at a young age.
Like any story, this has a beginning, a middle and an end. Sometimes they are happy, but mostly sad and upsetting. This whole story is a fairy tale gone bad...

Like any human being, Miles Alexander Edgeworth was born October 7, 1983 to be exact. His parents were Gregory and Emilee Edgeworth. He was the first and last child to this couple.

Gregory Edgeworth was a defense lawyer and Emilee was a novice painter. Emilee enjoyed painting in her son's room, but she had to remember, Miles was still small and she always kept the paint away from him. Gregory worked long hours, so Miles saw little of his father, but Mr. Edgeworth would always stay home when his son needed him. But when Gregory was at work, Miles and Emilee started growing closer.

Miles was a intelligent boy. He didn't surpass anyone in his class, he was the same level as them all, but there was a intelligence beyond his 4 year old mind.
Miles was also very curious about his father's work. "Mama, where is dad most of the day?" Miles asked his mother while she worked on a new painting.

"Miles dear, your father is a famous defense lawyer." Miles must have looked a bit confused so Emilee continued by saying. "He helps people who everyone thinks they did something bad. Your father helps show those people who really did it and that the person he's helping didn't."

Miles looked at his mother and said: "Mama, I want to be a defense lawyer like dad!"

Emilee looked at her son and saw a familiar glint of determination in her son's eyes. The same glimmer as in his father's eyes when he got a new client. She smiled and said
"Miles, be careful. Being a defense lawyer is hard work. You won't have much time for the people in your life. Make sure it's ok that you are a defense lawyer. It will affect your social life."
Miles looked up at his mother. "Mama, is it alright with you that I want to be a defense lawyer?"
"Yes my dear sweet son. It is."
And with one little question, a young boy realizes what he wants to become when he gets older.