Apollo Justice: The Fey Chronicles


I'm back! Sorry for the delay, my internet had some problems, so I was offline for days (well 5 days actually), and let me tell you it sucked! D: But anyway, here it is the next chapter! This will introduce an OC!


After Phoenix, Maya and Franziska entered the Channelling Chamber to talk "privately," an awkward silence fell on the Meditation Room. Well, awkward for Apollo; Trucy, Hugh and Lamiroir seemed to be just fine with the silence.

"So...umm...I-I'm pleased to see you again, Lamiroir!" Apollo tried to break his personally-awkward silence.

"Indeed; it is a great pleasure to see both you and Trucy again," she said, smiling.

"Yeah, yeah, it's great to see you again too!" Trucy said cheerfully, jumping and waving.

"Yes, Miss Lamiroir; it's an honour to see you visiting us again," Hugh said, bowing.

Apollo looked confused. "You two know each other?"

"Yes, Miss Lamiroir has been visiting us frequently in the last two months."

"Since August? Why? I-If don't mind me asking, of course."

"Don't worry, I don't mind at all. As you know, I had an eye operation in August, and since then my memory has been slowly returning."

"You got your memory back? That's great, Lamiroir!"

"Thank you, Trucy. My memory did return, but..."

"But?"

"But, even though my memory returned, some things are still a little hazy. It's a bit confusing, but I can remember some people from my past, but...they are no longer in this world. So I decided to ask for the aid of the Fey Clan. Their power to communicate with the spirits helped me remember many things from my past," she explained, taking a quick glace at Apollo's bracelet –the attorney didn't notice. "I'm sorry; this must sound crazy to you."

"N-Not at all."

"Hey, wasn't it you that said that channelling is -mmph-" Apollo placed a hand over Trucy's mouth.

"Lamiroir, forget what this silly little girl said, okay?"

"Whatmmphdommphyoummphmeanmmphsilly-" Trucy struggled to talk.

"Trucy! Shut. Up," Apollo said, trying to keep the girl quiet. They continued bickering in front of Lamiroir, but she just smiled at them.

"Seeing you two fight like that – it makes you look like brother and sister."

"Us two? Please, Lamiroir..."

"Yeah! Polly doesn't have the brains to be a Wright, nor the talent to be a Gramarye."

"What's that supposed to mean – Lamiroir?" asked Apollo, noticing that Lamiroir's usually calm attitude had turned more forlorn and upset.

"Lamiroir! What's wrong? Are you... crying?" Trucy asked worriedly.

"Don't worry about me... Mr. Justice, could I ask you a question?" Lamiroir was obviously trying to change the subject.

"W-What is it?"

"I've heard of the latest events from Ms Fey; you're Pearl's defence attorney, aren't you?"

"Y-Yes, yes I am. Why do you ask?"

"Well, Mr. Wright overheard some police officers talking about the murder. That girl, Vera Misham, is a witness, I believe. I you're looking for her, she is in the Winding Way."

"Really? Thanks! We needed to talk to her."

"Also, he heard them saying that they haven't investigated Pearl's room yet."

"They haven't?" Mr. Wright sure likes to overhear things…

"Apparently, the prosecutor sent a message saying that she would like to investigate it first, but since Ms. Von Karma is talking with Mr. Wright right now, I believe no one has entered the room yet."

"I see... Thanks for the info, Lamiroir!"

"It was my pleasure."


The trio walked into the Winding Way and saw Vera talking to woman. The woman in question wore a light purple kimono with Japanese characters. She had plain black hair and on it were various green braids. The amulet in her neck gave away that she was a Fey.

Is just me or do those braids look like snakes?

"Please, do not worry Ms. Misham. These things are very uncommon here at Kurain, but we insist that you prolong your stay here until this terrible, terrible mess is resolved. It is Mystic Maya and the police's request." Ugh...what a venomous voice. You can feel the poison on it.

"I-I understand, Ms. Dusa." Vera responded weakly, like the poison in the woman's voice infected her.

"We appreciate your comprehension... Oh, and who might you be?"

Apollo tensed at the woman's stare.

"I-I'm Apollo Justice," he replied.

"Oh. You must be that man; Mystic Pearl's lawyer, aren't you?"

"Y-Yeah..." This woman is giving me the shivers.

"Polly, she's scaring me," Trucy whispered to Apollo.

"You're telling me."

"But I must admit you do not look very impressive. Ah, but it was Mystic Maya's request, so we must entrust Mystic Pearl's defence to the likes of you."

Likes of you? What's that supposed to mean?

"Mr. Justice, I must insist that you clear up this mess rather quickly. As I was telling Ms. Misham before, these incidents are very uncommon here at Kurain. So again, I insist that you resolve this swiftly, otherwise Kurain will fall in shame. "

Shouldn't you be worried about Pearl's defence? After all, she is being defended by a "likes of you" lawyer!

Suddenly, she glared at the group. Apollo, Trucy, the silenced Hugh and Vera who wasn't even being glared at, tensed up on the stop.

"P-Polly, s-she's g-glaring at us," Trucy said paralyzed.

"Such an intense glare...I feel like I can't move." Vera said, clutching fiercely to her sketch pad.

"Those eyes...I'm feeling petrified by just looking at them." Apollo muttered, barely moving.

Hugh, however, was the worst. He simply stood there, terror-filled, like he was rock.

"What are you doing here?" she asked in a viciously venomous voice.

"U-Us?" Apollo asked, scared.

"I'm sorry, I-I just thought that I-" Hugh tried to speak

"Thought what?"

"That I could help with the investigation. Mystic Maya allowed it, so-"

"Please, Mystic Maya only allowed it because she was so distraught with Mystic Pearl's arrest that she was too busy to think properly. Someone like you couldn't possibly help with the investigation. Besides, you have lots of things to do rather than helping with the investigation! There's cleaning, cooking, trash burning and lots of things to do. Now go! Chop chop!"

"Yes, ma'am. S-sorry, everyone, I have to get to work," Hugh apologized as he ran off to work.

"Wait, Hugh!" Apollo called, but it was useless.

After sending Hugh off, Dusa turned back to the remaining trio.

"Umm…Miss..."

"Oh, I haven't introduced myself properly. I'm Dusa Fey; I'm a member of a Fey branch family."

"Okay...so...umm...about Hugh..."

"Oh, yes, please accept my sincerest apologies. It must have intolerable to be forced to spend time with trash like him."

"T-Trash?"

"Yes, descartable filth from the Fey family who by some prank of Mystic Ami was born with spiritual power. But that's only proof that his birth is a bad omen for our clan."

"A bad omen? But Hugh seems to be a nice person," said Vera.

"Don't be fooled, my dear, he is just ignorant boy who is desperate for attention." She sighed. "I don't know what Mystic Maya was thinking when she allowed him to become a disciple." Another sigh. "A male medium and Mystic Pearl's arrest...If only Mystic Morgan were here." She said it in a low voice, especially the last part.

Did she said Mystic Morgan?

"Well, if you will excuse me, I have to leave now. Unlike some brat I know, I'm diligent with my duties with the clan." Dusa quickly left the Winding Way, leaving Apollo, Trucy and Vera alone.

"Ugh...she left," Apollo said, relieved. Trucy nodded. They turned to Vera.

"Vera, are you okay? Are you still shocked or something?" Trucy asked, concerned.

"Don't worry, Trucy, I'm okay."

"But Vera! You saw a dead body and the whole crime scene! Wasn't that horrible?"

"I'm fine, really. I was scared at first, but Mr. Justice helped me."

"Polly?"

"O-Oh, V-Vera, it was nothing, really." Apollo said with embarrassment.

"But Mr. Justice, you picked me up when I passed out! You carried me all the way to my room, you calmed me down when I woke up distressed, and you even put me to sleep! You've done so much for me!'

"R-Really, it was nothing, Vera."

Trucy grinned devilishly.

"Wow, Polly, I never knew that you were such a gentleman!"

"Trucy, stop it!" Apollo's face was as red as his suit.

"But she's right, Mr. Justice!"

"Stop it, please! There are more important to talk about! Like...like...what Vera saw on the night of the murder!"

Vera expression instantly changed.

"Polly, how could you!"

"Ah! Vera, I'm sorry!"

"No, it's okay, I knew you would ask this sooner or later. Please, ask me anything."

"Really? It's okay?"

"Yes. Please don't worry about me."

"Well, okay. So when you heard the shot it was 2:00 am, right? Where were you at the time of the murder?"

"I was at the Meditation Room when I heard the shot. I heard it quite clearly."

I guess she heard it well because she was in a room near the crime scene.

"Why were you in the Mediation Room?"

"I woke a bit thirsty, so I thought I would go to the kitchen for a glass of water."

Let's see; there were four doors in the Meditation Room: one that leads to the crime scene, another that leads to the Channelling Chamber, other that leads to the Winding Way – as for the fourth, I don't where it leads. Since, I've never been to the kitchen, that door probably leads to it.

"When I went out, I saw a horrible scene; that man – Mark Canary, I believe was his name – was on the floor with a … hole in his chest."

"What about Pearl?"

"She was knocked out by the boulder with the gun near her hand."

So that much is true.

"Wait, Polly! I found a contradiction!"

"What is it, Trucy?"

"The gun was near her hand; that means she wasn't holding it! That means there is no proof she was holding it, but Ema still said she was holding it! Isn't that contradiction?"

"Not at all, Trucy. Remember we were discussing this case with the assumption that Pearl was knocked out by the boulder, which means there is a possibility that she dropped the gun while passing out."

"So much for my contradiction..."

"Umm...Mr. Justice, are you done with your questions?"

"Yeah, actually. Why?"

"Well, the police asked for me to go to the precinct for more questioning. The last train goes in an half an hour, so I need to go now."

"Really? Okay then. See you tomorrow at trial!"

"See you later, Vera!" Trucy waved as Vera left.

"See you later – and thanks again, Mr. Justice!"

"It was nothing!"

"He he he…. Wait! Polly, look on the ground!" Trucy pointed to the floor.

"What, Trucy? Wait, is that a..." The attorney picked a small handkerchief from the floor. It had a snake design printed on to it.

"Polly, why do you there's a snake pattern on it? Wait, do you think it belongs to..."

"To Dusa? Probably. I guess she dropped it. Should we return it?

"Yeah, it would be the right thing to do."

"Does she deserve it?"

"..."

''Nope," both said simultaneously.

"Well, since we're done with Vera, how about we go investigate Pearl's room?"

"Good idea, Polly. But now that Hugh is not here..."

"Yeah, we lost our Kurain culture guide. I was hoping he would help in the investigation of Pearl's room. He might know something. Well then, let's go."


So how about about Dusa? I tried to give her a snake/medusa theme, that's why she's so nasty, I even gave her a petrifying glare! Just for you to know she's 52 years old. And don't worry the next chapter will come sooner! I hope... D: But I will try my best! And I think the next chapter will the last before the trial, the first part anyway...