Hello everyone. Today, I'm starting up a new fic. Since I'm not only a half-fan of MLP:FIM, this one is about perhaps my favorite game series: Professor Layton. Oh, and on a completely unrelated note, my secret is that the fourth wall has been breached. PM me and I'll tell you more. Anyway, THE FIC IS THE THING!
I only own my OC(s).
Scotland Yard, Monday 7:30 PM.
"Yes, your Highness, your jewels will be returned," Grosky said over the phone. He, being a member of the famous Scotland Yard, had been recruited in the latest case of the disappearance of the Crown Jewels from their rightful place.
"Oh, thank you, Inspector," the Queen answered. "And be sure to thank the Professor for his assistance."
Grosky's smile faded. "With pleasure." With that, he hung up the phone and began to rub his temples. "Layton..." he said with little pleasure at all.
Professor Hershel Layton. He teaches archeology at Gressenheller University. He is also a tea-loving, puzzle-solving gentleman. He's the one who really solved the latest case, but Grosky had helped... get in the way that is.
"Oh, I'll thank him alright. Next time I see him, I'll..." He didn't get a chance to finish his statement. Something had just banged on the door. "Who can that be?" Slowly, he got up from his desk and walked over to it.
When it was opened, he was met with a surprise. There, in the rain, stood, or rather leaned... a boy. He couldn't have been any older than fourteen. His clothing was nothing more than a pair of ratty old blue jeans and a gray sweatshirt. He wore a pair of glasses and a white and gold lanyard around his neck. When he spoke, Grosky noticed that his accent was American. "Hello..." was all he could get in before he fainted and dropped to the ground.
Grosky didn't know what to do exactly. But he knew who would. Grumbling to himself, he gathered the boy up in his arms and ran as fast as he could towards the University.
Gressenheller University, Monday, 8:00 PM.
"And you say he just... fell Inspector?" Layton asked. Grosky had finished quickly telling him what had occurred over at the Yard. The boy lay stretched out on the sofa. Rosa, part of the University's janitorial staff, was tending to a few wounds on him. There was a gaping cut on his left arm and across his chest. On the back of his hand was a scar in the shape of an elongated "A."
"That's right. All he could get out was a 'Hello' before he dropped."
Layton studied the boy's wounds. "It appears that he has been in some kind of fight. These wounds are most common from a sword or an ax. He's lucky to be alive."
"Oh, if only we could get some tea in the dear," Rosa said. "That might wake him up."
Layton sighed. "I suppose it has as good a chance as anything."
Rosa put down he now blood-stained rag and reached for the tea she had brought the Professor earlier. Grosky lifted the boy's head while she tried to pour some tea down his throat. He coughed a bit and woke up slowly. "Ugh... did anyone get the number of that bus that hit me?" He looked around the room. Seeing the others, he attempted to get up. When that didn't work, he said, "Hello. Who are you?"
Layton bent his knees to get at eye level with the boy. "My name is Professor Hershel Layton." he then motioned to the other two in the room. "These are Rosa and Inspector Clamp Grosky."
"A pleasure. My name is John. Johnathan Walker." He looked around the room and saw his coat hanging off the handle of the door. His hand shot to his neck. "Where is it?" he asked frantically.
"Where is what?"
"My pendant! It was hanging off of a white and yellow lanyard!"
Rosa handed him back his coat. Snatching it, he searched all of the pockets. He pulled the said object out and quickly put it around his neck. He kept his hand clamped around something at the end. He signed contently when he had it. "This pendant has been in my family for years. I can never be parted with it."
Layton looked like he was going to ask another question when the door burst open. There stood a certain Luke Triton and Flora Reinhold. Luke had a letter in his hand. "Professor!" he yelled in excitement. "My father sent us a letter. There has been another discovery in Misthallery!"
Layton reached out and took the letter. After looking it over, he turned to the children. "Would you two be so kind as to call up Emmy?"
John slowly got off the couch and moved to where he could see the letter. After a short while of reading, he snatched it and reread one part several times. "It can't be..."
"Is there a problem?"
He looked up. "The Swords of Destiny!"
Chapter Complete. Here's chapter one of what I hope turns out to be a longer fic. Oh, and if you haven't, check out some of my other fics. Until next time, R&R AND ADIOS!