I always loved dramatic stories where the principal character forgets everything and he ends up in a challenging journey, trying to remember. I decided to give it a go with the Professor Layton's games series. I hope you'll all enjoy the story. Reviews are really appreciated and I'll do my best to reply to every questions at each chapter.
I don't own the characters from the Professor Layton game series. Professor Layton is the property of Level-5, and are not my intellectual property. There is no financial gain made from this nor will any be sought. This is for entertainment purposes only.
Prologue - Lost
Everything was so dark…
The air was so cold…
Every part of his body was in terrible pain…
He couldn't hear a thing…
He felt so alone…
he felt so weak…
Everything felt so wrong…
What was happening to him?...
Was he dreaming?...
Did he have an accident?...
Was he... dead..?
No… he couldn't be dead.
He wouldn't feel such a horrible pain if it was the case.
He had to wake up…
He had to know what going on..!
His eyes suddenly snapped open.
He was dazzled by the sunlight at first… but after a moment, he could finally make out his surrounding.
The first thing he noticed was that wonderful blue sky without a single cloud.
It was still in the middle of the day, by the position of the sun.
Then he noticed that he was surrounded by a forest.
It seemed to be in the middle of nowhere.
Finally he notice, that he was in horrible pain.
And alone…
Sitting up took him much effort, holding himself to not cry in pain.
There was no arguing about it, he had clearly something broken.
But he couldn't stay here…
He needed to search for help.
Everything would be easier if he knew where he was...
What happened…
and…
wait a minute…
"Who...who am I? What is my name..?"
The man in the orange shirt and black coat held his head when a horrible migraine overtook him.
This was such a terrible sensation.
He couldn't think well with such a pain.
But he didn't need to be able to think to notice that his memory seemed to be faulty at the moment.
It seemed to be completely blank.
He couldn't remember his name.
He couldn't remember where he came from.
He couldn't remember his family and friends.
He couldn't remember a single thing.
The truth came to him like a slap in the face.
He had no idea where he was.
He was alone in the middle of nowhere.
He had clearly important injuries that were needing care.
The need of find civilization became more and more important.
He used a tree as support to get up from that cold ground.
He quickly learned that he couldn't put any weight on his left leg when a spark of pain traveled his whole body, almost making him fall back down.
Great… a broken leg, exactly what he needed in this wonderful evening.
He muttered something ungentlemanly under his breath.
He just kept accumulating problems, and it really didn't help his case in this situation
He looked around, everything was looking the same. He couldn't make out in which direction he could find civilisation.
It seemed that he needed luck on his side this time… and by looking in what state he was right now… it seem luck had already abandoned him since a long time ago.
He decided to press forward, avoiding as best he could putting weight on his broken leg and he tried his best to use trees as support.
It was a slow...and painful walk..
Actually, we couldn't truly call it walking… he was more stumbling around like a drunken sailor.
He took a small break and a deep breath.
He had to keep going, no matter what.
If he was still in the forest at night in such condition… it would definitely not be good.
Now with a determined look on his face, he kept going on this long journey full of obstacles. Hoping that the worse was already behind him.
