Chapter Four

The door had opened behind Emmy, and there stood a short, elderly-looking man. One that to them seemed like an ordinary person, but in my eyes, another memory pushed through and broke free, and a name rested on my tongue - one that wouldn't be spoken until later.

Tony.

The Professor spoke to him, as he introduced himself as 'Seamus', the gardener of the Barde Manor. With the question of Arianna, he immediately shooed us away, and eventually we found ourselves in the nearby tower, the task of getting into the manor on our minds. We eventually found a way in, lighting torches and entering a hidden passageway to the sky passage - one we had seen before. One puzzle was solved - thanks to Luke - and we were inside. The next thing we knew, we were in the room with a young girl, ginger hair falling just above her shoulders. After a quick explaination - the basic 'we won't harm you' line, and making sure she was alright - she finally stepped back, pausing before speaking once more.

"I'm a witch... I bring disaster to those around me," she makes sure every word was heard, and Luke finally stepped up in front of all of us.

"Arianna, you're not a witch! Both you and I know that," he frowns, Emmy looking from her to him.

"W-Wait, Luke," she begins, "you mean you two know each other?"

"It's a long story, Emmy," Luke begins, before looking to Arianna, "please, Arianna. I don't think you're a witch-"

"Luke..." She cuts him off, her voice shaky, "I'm cursed... Everyone is right to fear me."

"Arianna!" Luke cries out, reaching for her as she jerks back, not allowing him close.

And with that cry, 'Seamus' entered and forced us to leave. Then came Luke explaining how Arianna was sick, and then exploring until we caught sight of 'Seamus' heading toward the market and following him. We eventually went back to Crow, and then ended up in the east district, staring down a symbol painted in bright red paint.

"A witch's mark," Luke explains, "they appear if the residents speak ill of Arianna..."

"... And a candy wrapper," Layton mutters, shutting his eyes to think for a moment. After asking around, we gather off to the side to talk.

"What are you thinking about, Professor?" I ask, as he smiles.

"I think I finally have the solution to this enigma here," he responds.

"Really, ?" Luke asks, as he nods in response.

"Let's take another look at what we have, alright, Luke? Why were we looking for Seamus?"

"We were trying to clear Arianna's name," Emmy speaks, "right, Professor?"

"Indeed! If we could clear her name, maybe we could get her to help us!"

"And since Seamus is the only servant left..." I speak up once again, "he would be able to give us information... But we lost track of him-"

"And someone saw him in a boat, and heading to the market!" Emmy says, pulling out the small notebook she must have written things down in, which I hadn't noticed before.

"But we didn't see him in the marketplace. However, we did get some valuable information there."

"The boy from Highyard Hill," Emmy responds.

"Crow said he saw someone buying food and such..." I trail off, looking to Luke, who was paying attention to everything going on at the moment, too caught up in all this information to speak.

"And Aunt Taffy's candy," the Professor states, "then we came here and saw the witch's mark."

"And... a candy wrapper, right?" Emmy grinned.

"But who could that have belonged to?" The Professor asks, almost guiding us - well, them - along like a child.

"The boy from Highyard Hill bought all of her candy, didn't he?"

"What are you saying, Professor?" Emmy asks, crossing her arms.

"I think it would be much easier to show you all instead," he said, guiding us back to the main part of town where a man - Bucky, if I'm correct - informed us he had finished building the Highyard Hill boat landing. His timing honestly couldn't have been more perfect, considering how tired my feet were at this point. We enjoyed the small boat ride up, and continued the rest of the way to the Barde Manor, before spotting someone at the lake shore, and found Arianna and 'Seamus' there.

"Arianna?" Emmy said, before speaking again louder, "Arianna?" She turned, spite filling her as she saw the four of us.

"Why are you following me? Go away, if you don't leave, I won't be responsible for what will happen to you!" She spat, balling her fists as if she was going to strike.

"You're not actually cursed, my dear," Layton begins, "and we can prove it. Arianna, you're not at all what they say."

"He's right," Luke chimes in.

"The calamity is a myth - an interesting one, but a myth nonetheless - that was created to protect you, Arianna." Layton continues, his voice calm and steady, even more-so now that he was talking to Arianna.

"P-Protect me?!" She stutters, frowning at his claim.

"Although I understand why you protector help you in the dark, it was better that you didn't know... The one behind the curse was..." He pauses, setting a hand on 'Seamus''s shoulder, "you there, young man." He gasped, as Arianna crossed her arms.

"Seamus? That's ridiculous!" She scoffs, looking from Seamus to the Professor.

"Arianna, you are aware that this curse only happens to those who speak ill of you? Well," he pauses, taking a short breath, "it's not a curse after all - just a simple trick."

"What do you mean?" She asks. The Professor then explained how this curse only happened to people that spoke rudely about her, and would paint the 'witch's mark' on their houses and rumors would spread about her actually being a witch. Eventually, the mask was removed, and Tony finally showed his face, and Layton explains how there were many pictures of Arianna with Tony, and how he was nowhere to be found, despite the fact we saw the signs of his presence. Emmy questions her about the flute, until she claims she doesn't know anything about it, and eventually we leave her and Tony at the request of Luke.

We returned to the streets of Misthallery, before being told to go to the Police HQ. We gathered more information, before sitting in the small lobby and chatting about Emmy returning to London to gather more information, which made me volunteer to accompany her.

It was only a short London, and there I was; arms wrapped around Emmy holding onto her for dear life, and had a few regrets about coming with her. We stopped outside of Gressenheller, Emmy leaving me alone until she returned, clutching a small book and mentioned we would go find Inspector Grosky, and set off down the streets of London on her scooter once more. Eventually, we made it to Scotland Yard to find him, and after Emmy had parked her scooter, she stopped when I had tugged on her sleeve - a childish move, I have to admit, but it was easier to gain her attention this way.

"Do you mind if I wait out here?" I ask, quietly.

"Oh! Sure," she smiles, "I'm not sure how long I'll be inside, so feel free to come in and wait if you want."

"Alright," I respond, as she walks into the building. I sigh, walking down the street and looking around, sure of the fact I could find my way back as long as I didn't go to far. I had gotten lost in thought, staring at the ground as I took slow steps, until a burning feeling met my chest and I was lying on the ground, my back on the pavement as pain surged through me. I looked up, meeting brown eyes, and bit back slight tears from the pain that surged through me.

"Sh-" The person mutters, his hands pressed against the ground near my hips, his knees between the space my legs, and his cheeks red as mine. Honestly - if this were an anime, we'd probably be love interests, and this would be seen as romantic, despite the pain that was still going through my body. His gaze falls on my face, before glancing down to where his hands were (or, I would wish that's what he was looking at) before falling on the stain on my chest. He finally pushes himself off of me, cheeks burning red as he offers his hand, averting his gaze, with a quick "I'm sorry!"

"I-It's fine," I say, taking his hand as he pulls me forward, allowing me to stand, the slightest familiar air about him that just made me bite my tongue at the fact I couldn't identify him, "I should have been watching where I was going-"

"No, I was in a hurry," he replies, "I... I'm sorry about your shirt-"

"It's fine! I'll see if Emmy has a spare-" I rambled, "I mean, I probably have more clothes-"

"Are you from around here?" I shake my head, as he sighs, "there's this small store I passed that's just down this street. I can buy you something else until you can get home."

"I-I, um, I don't-" I stutter, "I mean, i-if you don't mind-" I'm cut off by him shaking his head. He reassures me he had the money before I found myself in a store, looking through clothes racks and biting my tongue as I search through sizes. Next thing I know, I'm sitting in a small cafe with this man, dressed in a cream-colored shirt and a chocolate colored jacket that reached halfway down my chest - which was rather cute, honestly.

"I feel rude, but we never introduced ourselves, did we?" He asks, slightly embarrassed, "my name is Clive, Clive Dove." I never wanted to punch myself as much as I did now.

He was Clive. The same Clive they met as 'Future Luke' in the third game, but he seemed so different now. His hair seemed slightly neater, and he honestly seemed younger. His dress felt more 'original' instead of being a copy of Luke - just a basic white button up with sleeves he pushed to the elbow - along with the dark blue cardigan he wore - and black trousers with what looked like oxfords, and a black tie as well. He seemed more business than he dressed when pretending to be Luke, and honestly it just felt like he didn't have to play a role.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Clive Dove. My name is Cassandra Richardson," I have to force the name out, considering how it barely felt like mine at the moment.

"I'm sorry about earlier," he speaks after a few minutes, "I really should have been watching where I was going."

"It's fine, Clive! Thank you, though," I say, tugging slightly at the jacket, "I mean, I doubt many people would have stopped and bought me something."

"It's the least I could do for you, Cassandra..." He pauses for a moment, "where are you from - if you don't mind, that is-"

"N-No, it's fine. I'm from America, just a small place down south."

"I see," he replies, "well... welcome to England, I guess. Are you visiting someone, or did you just come to sight-see?"

"I'm moving here. I've got a friend," I somewhat lie, as nothing was set in stone so far, "but I've always wanted to live in England - somewhere, at least. London just happened to be the place, I guess. I'll have to get Emmy to give me a tour," I shrug, looking out the window.

"Perhaps I could show you around, if you don't mind," he smiles, pulling out a small notebook from his pocket, along with a pen, and flipping to the last page of the book.

"I'd like that," I returned the smile, as he scribbles down something on the page and rips it out, sliding it across the table to me.

"You can call me anytime. Even if I'm not home, someone will likely pick up for me, and I'll call you back first chance I get, alright?"

"Oh? You have roommates?" I ask, as he shakes his head.

"Not really - just a gardener and a maid - they used to work for my mother, and now they work for me."

"I see... well, Clive," I stand, picking up the small shopping back that held my coffee-stained clothes along with my shoulder bag, "thank you so much for buying this for me, and thank you for everything, honestly!"

"It's the least I could do for you," he stands, tucking away the notepad, "where are you going now? Maybe I can help you back," he says.

"Scotland Yard," I respond, "I need to meet back with my friend-" I stop, "oh, shoot! Emmy's probably worried about me-"

"Don't worry, Cassandra," he offers his arm, "we'll be back quickly, and I'll explain what happened for you, alright?"

"T-Thank you," I smile, taking his arm as we leave the small cafe and he leads me down the street. Before we know it, I'm back at Scotland Yard, and Emmy is nowhere to be seen - while her scooter was still parked outside. He bid farewell, saying he had somewhere to be, and it felt like perfect timing, as Emmy exited the building, hurrying down the stairs.

"I'm done here, Cassandra," she says, spotting Clive walking away, "who was that you were talking to? A friend?"

"I guess you can call him that," I look back. She glances down, noticing my change in outfit.

"What happened?"

"Just a little mishap - it's taken care of, though! Let's get back to the Professor, alright?"

"Alright," she smiles, as we seat ourselves on her scooter and take the trip back to Misthallery.


I was extremely excited to write this chapter - and I guess you now know why!

I'd planned for this to happen since chapter two, since I remembered that Emmy would go to London at some point, I decided that Cass would want to stick to who she knew better and go with Emmy. I planned on her meeting Clive, since I had plans for the two - although absolutely no canon will be erased. Added onto, maybe, but not completely erased. The events of LF/UF will still happen, although a few twists added in here and there.

A small spoiler (or, more of a disclaimer, I guess), but Clive will not be a topic of conversation between Cass and Layton/Luke, but possibly just one between her and Emmy considering Emmy is nowhere to be seen in the first trilogy, it wouldn't break anything if she were to know anything about Clive. If he comes up between Cass and Layton or Luke, it'll just be 'this young man' or so, never by name. It would probably mess with canon if Layton or Luke knew about Clive ahead of time, and considering Cass is from the real world, it would actually mess up the times in the games.

I'll also mention that this fanfiction is going to be extremely long considering the fact.

- It's going to run from game 4-6 (including the movie, or it might be thrown into a story by itself) and 1-3. Depending on how long it is by the time I end the sixth game, I'll either continue the 1-3 on this or on a separate story.

- There will be small side-chapters, that will most likely take place between games and such. It'll basically feature interactions between Cassandra and the cast of the games. Christmas things, Valentines things, ect.

- The chapters I'm writing now (which, I skim on some conversations and scenes) are all covering multiple in-game chapters. This one was two, while Three was two and a half, and future chapters will cover at least two or more. This is due to the fact the games consist of a prologue, around 10 chapters, and a epilogue, and so far in these three chapters (that actually have game-related information) have covered technically four-five and a half of game play. The last chapter was over 3,000 words, and this one was 2,388 words after writing the story bit - not counting what you're reading now.

- Some scenes and conversations may just be described, or skipped entirely if they must. Cassandra is only one point of view, and this fanfic would be a lot longer if this was third person. First person works better for this sort of thing, considering the limits it has; Cassandra could miss events and it wouldn't matter, as this is her point of view - which is limited. For example, Emmy's whole run-in at Gressenheller and the situation with Grosky, and her learning things was not included because of Cassandra's limited view.

- I have so many ideas planned for this that are going to be squeezed in as I write. The run-in with Clive never happened in-game (obviously) but this was one of the many events. And on that note, expect to see more of Clive later. Side-chapters and such.

And with that, I'd like to inform that I've actually planned out Cassandra's outfits for 4-6 (like, I've drawn them in my sketchbook. The ones for 1-3 are kind of iffy, and I might just reuse old outfits for I am a boring egg sometimes.)

Thank you for reading this far, if you have! Please, review - I'd love to hear what you have to say, and things I could improve on, as I'm always looking to improve on my writing. Constructive criticism, please, as overly rude things I'm more inclined not to read (I'll skim it, probably), things you want to see in the story (as side-chapters) and such, or tell me how your day was! I'd love to hear about it.

If you PM me, I'll try my best to respond to you!

Thanks again,

- Wings