Epilogue :: The Total Turnabout
Godot woke with a start. He opened his eyes to pure darkness and started to believe that that was that. He was gone. Dead at last but, unexpectedly, he didn't want that. For so long he would have welcomed the idea, but now it just seemed like he was quitting.
"Oh good, you're up," the guard officer said.
That's when Godot realized that he had just turned off his eyes. He smiled to himself, switched on his visor, and was greeted by the concrete ceiling of his cell. He sat up in his cot and sighed. Another day of living, and yet, it wasn't so bad. He stood up and went to the paper on his wall. He pressed his fingers against it and traced around where he could feel the crayon wax that shaped the invisible heart. It had always been an important symbol to him. It reassured him that love was a force that didn't have to be seen to be present.
"You've got an, uh, important visitor." The officer was oddly shifty.
Godot glanced at the clock out by the guard's desk and noted something weird. "Visiting hours aren't for a while, officer."
The guard nodded awkwardly and mumbled, "I really couldn't turn her away," as he held the door open further, revealing a teary eyed Pearl Fey.
"Kid!" Godot pressed against the bars of his cell. "What happened?"
The guard quickly unlocked his cell and she ran straight in and threw herself into Godot's open arms. "Mystic Maya. . . Mystic Maya, she. . ." Pearl sobbed uncontrollably against Godot's prison jumpsuit and just couldn't seem to get out what had happened. "Oh Mister Godot, it was so horrible!"
The guard rubbed his neck and explained, "There was an incident at that law agency where the Wright guy worked. That mystic girl I mentioned yesterday, she, uh. . ." Even the officer was having a tough time explaining it. "Listen, I know all of the details behind your sentence here. Maybe you wouldn't want to—"
"Just tell me," Godot demanded as Pearl pressed harder against him. "Please, I need to know."
The officer looked at the floor and said, "Maya Fey jumped off the roof of the building. We got the call from a resident, a young Trucy Wright, reporting the incident and we found this girl standing over the body in shock."
The world seemed to stop. "No." It was just too horrible to even imagine. If the officer hadn't told him and Pearl hadn't been there crying in his arms, Godot would have never accepted it. He fell to his knees with Pearl and her wails got louder. He wasn't there to protect Mia from murder, but for Maya to have jumped? He figured that it had to be Phoenix's fault. Nothing else would make sense. "How could that bastard Trite let this happen?"
"That's not all," the guard admitted, cutting Godot off mid-thought. "The little Wright also informed us of some strange activity going on inside the office, and by the time we arrived on scene, we found that Phoenix Wright and many of his colleagues had all died in their sleep."
Pearl screamed and covered her ears, unable to take on the enormity of the tragedy. None of it made any sense. The infamous defense attorney, dead? If one of them had committed suicide then maybe, just maybe, a few others would feel guilty and follow—which was a far-fetched thought at best. But for them all to just die in their sleep? That couldn't be right.
Pearl had told Godot about Phoenix's adopted daughter, Trucy, in the past. Godot was grateful that the young girl was still alive, but he couldn't imagine what she must have been feeling. The sheer sense of dread had to be overwhelming. Who could she turn to? Even Pearl had somewhere to go, albeit there wasn't much that Godot could do for her from behind bars. "I don't understand." When Godot finally spoke, his voice didn't even sound like his own. "Who could have done this?"
"We, uh, didn't find any evidence of a break in. Miss Wright even assured us that no one other than the acquaintances of Mr. Wright had been there, and not a single one of them had any sort of motive for killing each other. We can't even figure out why the Fey girl jumped!" The guard seemed rather frustrated as he went over the facts. "Detectives Gumshoe and Skye are at the scene now looking for anything that might explain what happened, but even forensics said that there were no traces of poison in their systems. It doesn't make any sense. They're all dead, but nobody killed them."
"You're wrong." Godot and the guard looked back at the cell block door to see a young woman with black hair and familiar braids stepping in.
"Iris?" It had been quite a while since Godot had seen Dahlia's sister—no, Pearl's sister. He never could get used to the how much she looked like Dahlia, but he knew that she was cut from entirely different cloth than her hell-spawned twin. "What are you doing here?"
She approached him slowly and explained, "I had such a strange dream last night. It was like I could feel my sister's presence everywhere and she had trapped me in a weird, twisted version of this world. But I saw them all. Feenie, Larry, Maya, and even you, Mr. Armando. And I know that it was more than a dream. I saw you as you tried to follow her through that hospital."
Godot thought about his dream and recalled the girl sitting in the waiting room. "That was you. . . But how?"
"I think Dahlia found a way to get her revenge," Iris confessed. Her conviction was suddenly gone. "And. . . I guess she succeeded."
"Ma'am, I don't know what you're suggesting, but Dahlia Hawthorne has been dead for quite some time," the officer pointed out.
"That didn't stop her before," Godot mumbled. "So are we really too late? There's nothing that we can do?"
Iris's eyes were full of tears as she shook her head. "Oh heavens, what has she done? This is so horrible. It's too horrible. Poor Feenie."
"There is one thing we can do."
Godot flinched when he heard the voice. He loosened his grip on Pearl and saw that her body had changed. She was hosting Mia's spirit, and even then Mia was teary-eyed. "Kitten. I'm so sorry. Then that dream. . . No. . . It wasn't a dream. . . I should have gone with her. Maya needed my help!"
"There was nothing that you could have done then," Mia assured him. "You were in the same world at the beginning, but I had to pull you away from there to keep you safe."
Godot covered his visor and fought back the tears. "I can't accept that. I could have saved her."
Mia cupped her hands over his cheeks and gently forced him to look her in the eyes. "I'm so sorry, Diego, but there was nothing you could do. I can offer one thing though. One single chance at changing everything."
"Please. I'll do anything."
"I'm afraid you still won't be able to stay with her, but I can turn back time just to when everyone first entered Dahlia's world."
Godot held her hands tightly and asked, "How?"
Mia-Pearl glanced over at Godot, "You still have it, don't you? That's how I was able to protect you."
Godot hurriedly went to his cot and dug out the purple magatama from under the sheets. "Your magatama. I've kept it close all these years."
"And I'm so glad that you did. If Phoenix had only kept his. . . No. . . Thank heavens he gave it to little Trucy. If not. . ." Mia closed her eyes and took a deep breath before removing the green magatama from her obi. "Trucy let Pearl take this when she came down here. Alone it doesn't have enough energy, but with Pearl's magatama, there should be just enough for me to pull everyone back in time. Unfortunately, I can't protect everyone's memories. But, as long as you keep my magatama close, maybe, just maybe, you'll remember just enough to help. And if you can't, well, as long as you keep that close, I'll be able to protect you."
It was a chance, but even Godot recognized the look of fear on Mia's face. "If no one remembers, how will they know to escape it?" he brought up, making her even more nervous. "What if this is doomed to happen again?" She started to shake. "This won't work twice, will it?"
Mia shook her head and bit her lip. "It's all that I can do to help, but it still might not be enough."
Iris gasped and yelped, "Wait!" Everyone stared at her and she quickly asked Mia, "How exactly did Dahlia's world work? Why did we see things that way? And all those people, they weren't really dead so why were they there?"
Mia thought about it and explained, "The world was composed of the memories of everyone who came in contact with the black magatama." Godot vaguely recalled the black item that Phoenix's friend had brought to the detention center. "Dahlia's presence warped the memories to suit her liking. The people who had been close to the magatama were conscious of their actions as they slept, and were able to move about by their own will until they faced their death."
"What?" Godot didn't know that side of the story. "Others died in that world? How can we even hope to save them?"
Mia looked pained and glanced at Iris. "That's right," Iris added. "But there was still a chance that they could wake up! I could feel my sister's hatred in there. She enjoyed killing the others, but they weren't her goal. Dahlia wanted Maya dead and that was that. Maybe, just maybe, if we managed to save Maya, the others would wake up!"
"But how?" Godot hated sounding so pessimistic, but clearly they had already failed to save Maya once so what were the chances that they could do it the second time around?
Iris closed her eyes and tried to focus. "There must have been someone who could have helped. . . That's it!" Her sudden outburst made Mia, Godot, and even the guard jump. "Their memories created one person who might have been able to affect things! Maya kept seeing him throughout, but it all had to be constructed from her idea of him!"
"Whom?" Godot asked. "Who did she see?"
"The guy who was always around to pick up Feenie's slack!"
As if on cue, the head prosecutor, Miles Edgeworth, entered the cell block with Trucy Wright clinging to his side. He was surprised to see so many people around. "What on earth his going on here?"
"Him!" Iris yelled. "He's the one!"
Edgeworth cleared his throat and looked right at Godot. "I understand that Pearls came to see you. I thought it best that I helped her in any way that I could, but she had already left the agency when I arrived.
"Miles!" Mia ran up to him and the surprised prosecutor tensed up. "Listen to me! We're going to fix this, but we need your help!"
"Fix this? P-Pearls, I'm sorry, but the dead can't come back to life," he reminded her. "This is a heavy loss for. . . for all of us. . . But there's no changing it now."
Iris pushed Mia aside and said, "Never mind, Mr. Edgeworth. Just tell me your phone number. For, uh, funerary reasons."
Edgeworth trembled so slightly that, if it wasn't for Godot's enhanced vision, no one might have noticed. The proper prosecutor adjusted the glasses on his face and pulled Trucy just a bit closer to his side. She was hiding her face beneath her top hat, completely unwilling to look up. "Y-yes. Of course. Such a task would naturally fall to me." He gave her a business card that he kept handy in his coat pocket and Iris took it hastily and pressed it against the magatama around her own neck.
"Okay. It might not let me keep all my memories, but my magatama should at least shield the idea that we need Mr. Edgeworth involved," she explained. "Please, Mia. This is our only chance."
"Only chance at what?" Edgeworth didn't seem amused by what was going on, but everyone else knew that it was time. "What are you planning? I won't have you defiling their good names!"
Mia pressed the two magatama together to form a sort of yin and yang and chanted a few words that didn't mean much to Godot. He held the purple magatama close to his chest and took a deep breath. A brief flash swallowed the world and in the next second, he was returning from the detention center just as he had before.
A/N::
Shikola Krasno::
Oooookay. I will confess to writing this. Better yet, I'll apologize. Any of you who know the games hopefully know Pearls by now and if you do you know that I committed cardinal sin. Not so much in killing Maya (which hey, that was Canta's job sooo. . .) but in letting Pearls witness it. If anyone teared up during the first half of this, please know that I did while writing it. Anyways, as I said before, this is the FIRST epilogue! If you stop reading at just this I promise that you will walk away unsatisfied (and possibly determined to hunt us down for being too cruel). There is more on the way! And in the next half I will be writing more! So all of you Edgy fans upset at how little he's mentioned, stay tuned because if I didn't hint at it enough during the epilogue, he's extremely important in the next half!
Enough about that though. Hope you enjoy the second half of the story! Of course, like in Calling, you can always skip over the chapters that you already read, but you'll be missing some really big details (and they're not entirely the same as before, I promise). Of course, unlike the game, if you skip our chapters, not everything will make sense. So read at your own discretion!
Melody Canta ::
NOT MY CHAPTER! Tee hee. I'm not the one making everyone miserable. Well, not in this chapter anyways. I'm still getting arrows and pitchforks thrown my way from the last one. Cardinal sin, I know, I know. But hey, we're fixing everything!
Shikola is the head writer of the second half, and I'm just basically here to clarify things for a while. I'll be coming back with Maya in a few chapters, so everyone enjoy your reset and let's get started on the second half! がんばれ!
EDIT: WE HIT THE 24 HOUR MARK! c:
Reviews:
V340E419 :: (Melody) I'm so sorry I killed Mayaaaaaaa! Seriously, one of the hardest things I've ever written. Glad you're enjoying the story, and it'll be up to Shikola to bring on the next chapter. ;D
