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The legend of the Dragon sapphire

The Professor groaned and grunted, trying to resist the tightening lasso twisting his neck into a knot and trying to prevent himself from being dragged any further into the darkness of the nearby alleyway.

Suddenly feeling frightened, Professor Layton quickly and desperately turned to look at what was going on behind him. His frills dropped worriedly and he looked horribly saddened when he saw both Luke and Flora's expressions. They looked to be both in a mix of worry and horror. They were both clinging to each other with their mouthes agape and their eyes glassy as if they were about to cry.

He didn't know whether it was his fatherly and overprotective instincts towards the two children he would look after but something snapped within him then. An anger he never felt had awakened within him.

His eyes narrowed intensely and harshly.

He knew it wasn't gentlemanly behaviour but he then began to thrust his body around and whisk his tail, he lifted his head and shook it wildly and opened his snout, letting out a loud roar that would make even the strongest of spines tremble. He flapped his wings and continued to shake his head and whip it from side to side, rearing up constantly and he continued to roar and snarl as if he were an angry elephant on a vicious rampage.

He attempted to gallop away whilst menacingly rocking his body and stomping his big feet so hard that the ground beneath him had cracked into submission with each and every hard stamp of his massive lumpy fore and hind legs, lifting his neck so high that he began to shake his head even faster from side to side whilst he roared and screeched as loud as his dragonesque lungs would allow.

Professor Layton quickly and desperately narrowed his eyes way deeper so they were slits and lifted his paw, using it to swipe at the piece of tight rope and try and cut himself loose.

He then took the opportunity to run back to Luke and Flora and he didn't hesitate in hauling them up on to his back and then he took off with the speed of a race horse. He galloped as fast as he could and folded his wings against his back as a way to prevent himself from being slowed down and he stretched his neck farther forwards and kept that determined frown pressed against his snout.

He could hear footsteps followed by a crash behind him and he momentarily looked behind him to see what was happening.

He gasped in horror at what he saw.

He saw Descole and Emmy being tied down by two of the knights, pinning them to the ground. They both gritted their teeth and wiggled and squirmed about to try and free themselves and prevent the outcome that was heading their way as all other escape routes that formed inside the duos minds were shutting closed.

Clive, actually, was nowhere to be seen!

Descole momentarily looked down at a whimpering and frightened Rachel and gently gave her head a featherlight stroke behind the frill, eliciting a little purr from deep within her throat. The masked man couldn't help but sigh worriedly as he looked at the little dragon hatchling for a moment or so before he flashed a quick look of empathy to his biological little brother.

"Layton, catch!"

Using the last amount of his strength as he momentarily got out of the clutches of one of the two knights holding Emmy and himself, he stood up and swung his arm backwards with Rachel sitting perfectly inside his palm and then he catapulted her into the air.

The Professor watched in momentary awe of what he had just witnessed before he realised what was happening.

He gasped in horror before he made a quick U-turn and he hurried back towards the falling little infant dragon who was flapping her wings desperately to save herself but her attempts were proving to be in vain. She plummeted towards the ground whilst squeaking in what sounded like shouts, flailing all four limbs as she tumbled down towards the ground. Her eyes were wide with terror and the poor little creature tried to flap her wings as if she would suddenly take flight.

The Professor, realising that he needed to quickly catch her, took action and darted forwards whilst sliding across the stone ground just a few inches and caught the terrified little dragoness just before she hit the ground.

Sighing heavily with slight easement, the top hatted archeologist dragon held little Rachel in his paws for a few moments before he leaned his head down -craning his neck as he done this- and he softly bit on to the back of the little hatchling's neck and held her by the scruff of it.

Of course, he made sure that this wouldn't hurt Rachel and she didn't seem to be in pain...just quite traumatised from what had just happened.

Rachel dangling from his mouth and Luke and Flora mounted on his back, the Professor sent a very apologetic glance to both Descole and Emmy who clearly wanted him to run on ahead.

He climbed up to all fours.

He swallowed what felt like a sharp stone lodged in his Windpipe. He didn't wish to abandon them but he could see no other alternatives to make everything alright again. He knew he had to keep running even though it made him feel like a horrible friend and it also tore his heart into thousands and billions of shreds.

Flora, clutching on tightly to Luke's back, asked fearfully with her shouting loudly to try and get her voice to be heard over the sounds of the puzzle professor dragon's frantic galloping and the sounds of Descole and Emmy's shouts and cries of defiance that faded into dull voices the further away they got "B-But are we going to go back to them?!"

The Professor didn't answer. He wasn't sure if it was because he was carrying a tiny petrified hatchling in his mouth or if it was because he felt too ashamed to answer her. He closed his eyes momentarily in despair before he shook it off, that firmness in his eyes returning as he began to gallop even faster than ever before.

He ran down one street, up another and down a third.

He constantly ran to try and get the children to safety and he eventually reached the Bostonious which was parked right by the castle of the King of Duriun. Thankfully Clive was waiting for the gang there patiently but he had an expression of worry etched deep on to his face. He even stood right at the edge of the end of the ramp leading into the flying airship.

Clive tapped his foot impatiently on the ground although he looked genuinely concerned when he noticed that Emmy and Descole were unaccounted for.

Thoughts of the worst case scenario had flashed through his mind and he couldn't help but try and rush forwards until Raymond quickly reacted and grabbed the young man by the collar, yanking him swiftly backwards and roughly putting him down on his feet after holding him up in the hair with an incredible strength for a couple of moments.

"Mastah' Dove, I would strongly advise against rushing out..." The Scottish butler said sternly, making sure the young man stayed put until the dragon Professor and others came a little closer to them as to make sure it was a safer environment.

The Professor, panting with exhaustion, lain down on his belly with his paws crossed with his chin resting against the top of them both. He even snapped his wings out and allowed both Luke and Flora to climb off of it as well as putting a shaking little Rachel down on the ground and watched as she shuddered whilst whimpering frightfully.

The Professor's eyes snapped open suddenly when he suddenly felt a little something tackle his right foreleg suddenly and he looked down to discover the little whimpering navy blue hatchling rubbing her head against the crook of the top hatted dark brown draconian gentleman's leg and he couldn't help but grin softly.

"Mmmmmhhhhh..." Rachel whined and whimpered, opening her massive magenta-rimmed eyes and sniffled as tears began to stain her chubby little scaly cheeks. She lain on her stomach and purred softly with her frills down and her tail coiled around her body.

Professor Layton, taking pity on the poor dragon infant, continued to smile softly as he reached down and nipped on to the end of Rachel's tail and lifted her up high before dropping her softly down on top of his paws.

Rachel stopped snivelling but her eyes were still teary, her lower lip quivering and some small squeaks that could be passed off as whimpers chiming like a bell as soft as a nighttime lullaby.

The Professor gently rubbed Rachel's cheek with his snout and he shushed her with the kindest voice possible, a purr managing to vibrate in the darkened air. "Hush, little one...uncle Layton is here."

Honestly the Professor of puzzles had never guessed that he would be calling himself "uncle" let alone being as such to a little dragon hatchling. Despite this he actually thought that "Uncle Layton" had a nice ring to it. He even snuggled the tiny little creature in his paws and rocked her to sleep as she curled up into a little ball in his paws.

The draconian gentleman sighed heavily as he once again picked up little Rachel in his mouth by the tail and plopped her down into Flora's arms and watched as she disappeared inside the Bostonious despite the fact that she looked worried sick.

Suddenly the atmosphere darkened into one of tension and suspense that would make anybody's skin crawl from just being in the same area as the one casting this disturbing aura and spreading the contagious suspense all around them.

Clive, Luke and Raymond remained outside yet they all waited for the Professor to explain himself even though he could not speak on his own like this -not as a snarling, winged reptile anyway.

The Professor growled and grunted, his voice was rough as sandpaper and he even snorted on occasion and flared his nostrils. He tried to even give some gestures of his front legs and he once tipped his hat at the trio.

Whatever noise sounded from his vocal chords sounded like an attempt of proper verbal communication. When the Professor finished, he leaned down towards the group with a patient yet sophisticated expression pressed against his muzzle.

He watched as Luke promptly repeated what his scaly gentleman mentor had just said, looking towards Clive and Raymond as he done this and he, like the a Professor wore a look of pure patience.

"The Professor says: 'Descole and Emmy had been captured by two of the very same knights we have encountered on that island where he had discovered little Rachel. It would seem that our "friends" from the dark ages have come with a vengeance...'"

The Professor nodded, confirming that what Luke had just said was exactly what he was trying to convey to them. However he noticed that Raymond had turned three shades of ghostly pale and he looked like he was going to faint or even burst into tears. Nobody could blame Descole's butler; he was Descole's friend essentially and loyal partner...

When Raymond went inside to formulate a rescue for his boss and best friend, clearly now determined to save the masked man wearing the ivory mask and black-grey cape, the Professor turned his attention directly back at Luke and Clive.

"...Professor, you don't think that the knights joined forces with Scotland Yard...do you?" Clive asked wearily and he shifted rather nervously on the spot.

The draconian Professor didn't make a sound to answer. He simply gazed up towards the tower of the king longingly as he furrowed a brow and raised the other in curiosity. He could hear the gears in his mind turning when he began to wonder exactly why those knights were doing this.

He had to admit it, he had a strong feeling that Clive's assumptions were more than likely spot on.

He turned his attention downwards for a moment before he looked down at his apprentice whom looked quite concerned for everything that was going on.

Dragon Layton sighed through his nostrils and wrapped a wing around Luke to try and wordlessly assure him that everything was going to be perfectly fine...although he doubted that it was 100% true yet he didn't want to cause any unnecessary panic and stress. Both Luke and himself gazed upwards for what felt like an eternity, both wondering one single thing as they tried to dispel the worry pouring into their hearts.

'Please be safe...'

A/N: Oh no! Descole and Emmy have been captured instead of the Professor!

Next we shall see what will happen to the two hostages, who would have imagined Emmy and Descole to be captured? Honestly this actually came to me as a sudden idea and I'm proud as to how it came out.

Btw, Supertinafangirl9 had done an AMAZING picture involving this even though it is more related to her story but with the whole dragon thing. I thank her sincerely since it brightened up my day even though I spent a lot of it in pain stomach-wise.

Anyways I do have to ask you guys a question: what quality do you like most about this story and is there anyway I can improve it?

I am also VERY impressed that this story has over 70 reviews already! I'm aiming for 100 and I never thought that this story would do so well and I am really enjoying writing this...despite me being in hospital and sore.

I just love writing and its a great way to keep me distracted.

Thanks, everyone.

-Chloemcg