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The legend of the Dragon sapphire

Professor Hershel Layton started stomping through the streets even though he had kept his distance and stuck to the shadows of the daytime town. Both Clive and Luke walked alongside him to try and lend their assistance should the professor of archeology be needing any helping hand with a difficult puzzle or something like that.

They stayed silent and tried their hardest not to be seen by anybody who was going about their daily business in the village. Many of the townsfolk were doing menial things such as shopping or playing music or selling things to many customers or even advertising their services. The multitude of voices mashed into the bustling atmosphere and it left the English trio of gentlemen meandering through the town as quietly as possible.

The Professor kept his back against the wall, his eyes scanning through the sea of people who walked on by with the blissful ignorance that he even existed among them. He couldn't help but smile a touch when he actually decided to cease walking and observe his surroundings, his frills lifting up in curiosity as he sat on haunches.

Luke and Clive stopped walking too as they took a look at the scenery unfolding before them.

Everyone seemed very busy yet they also had a leisurely atmosphere around them all. Music flowed through the air like a stream and it spread a strange merriness around that made basically everyone have a very small and subtle dance whilst they shook their maracas and stomped their feet joyfully.

Dragon Professor Layton whipped his tail around as he wandered through the shadows, keeping his eyes on the citizens of the village of Duriun and he even gave the most quietest of nostril flares ever. He folded his wings behind his back and he made sure that both Clive and Luke were by him.

He sat in front of a strange set of markings that were conveniently placed on the walls in front of them.

Meanwhile both Clive and Luke were talking about how the former had managed to sneak out of the knights visuals and theirs as well and it turned out that Clive had managed to get away via a little passage that he had accidentally discovered. Apparently it was right underneath a cart that had never been actually used before and he had fallen through the hole whence he was hiding beneath it. Somehow, by happy mistake, he had arrived back to the Bostonious and awaited for the Professor to return.

Whilst they chatted, the Professor instinctively sniffed at the air and his eyes widened a bit and he couldn't help but salivate. Although he felt a really instinctive craving of something...green.

Suddenly Clive bumped into Dragon Layton's leg and Luke bumped into Clive and they both looked up at the scaly gentleman drake wearing the top hat with irritated glares on their faces. Clive folded his arms across his chest moodily as he furrowed his brows deeply.

"What is the big idea, Professor?!" He demanded in a harsh whisper.

The Professor, trying to ignore his appetite for a leafy snack, looked down at the two boys and he moved his tail a little so it could nudge the back of their legs and make them turn around to face the wall.

They were both confused at first but then began to grasp what they were looking at and their jaws began to drop.

The writing on the wall in front of them was really foreign to their visual senses. It was a type of calligraphy that none of them had ever seen before, it was a type of writing that turned everyone's stomachs into knots and corkscrews...and yet, it emitted a very strange and mystic energy that was familiar yet foreign to all three of them.

It was as if it had always been there, lurking behind them and waiting for the day they would finally come across it from the days they were born.

Humming in deep thought, Dragon Layton lifted a claw up to hold it to the writing.

He could feel some sort of power irradiating from the wall as it vaguely vibrated right beneath his claw and the feeling was absolutely astonishing yet intriguing at the exact same time for the Draconian archeologist and gentleman of puzzles.

However he was snapped right out of his thought process when he heard a sweet yet delicate little purr sounding in the air.

Blinking, the Professor investigated his surroundings and tried to determine the source of the sounds. He found them troublingly familiar and it was really making his mind twist and turn for the answer and he found it when he turned his gaze downwards and looked down to what was in front of Clive and Luke, smiling with blissful ignorance.

"R-Rachel!?" Luke gasped, following his scaly mentor's gaze down to the floor and Clive seemed overcome with equal surprise.

The little dragon reached her paws upwards, giggling and cooing as if signalling that she wished to be held by the top hatted drake. Her little tail was waggling and she even gurgled as if trying to communicate, her magenta eyes illuminating through the darkness of the shade. Her little muzzle was formed into an open-mouthed gummy grin that revealed that a single tiny fang was beginning to poke out from there.

The Professor done what he could to silence his apprentice and put a claw in front of his muzzle whilst making a shushing motion. He noticed that Luke instantly seemed a bit overcome with shame for an instant before he clamped both hands over his mouth.

The Professor picked up Rachel and glared at her sternly and almost growled at her. He couldn't believe that the hatchling had followed them!

(I cannot believe this! I know that she is an infant and does not know any better but still...!) The Professor thought with annoyance, shaking his head a bit before he looked back at the oblivious little dragon in his claws.

He scrunched his muzzle and narrowed his eyes to make himself look intimidating -even though he knew that he wasn't normally one to scold in such a manner- and he made his frills lift to double the tone he was about to deliver.

"Rachel, you mustn't follow us in such a way and especially not without any consent from an adult."

Rachel apparently didn't understand a word the older top hatted drake had just said in his draconian language but instead she cooed and rubbed her cheek against the Professor's snout, a purr rumbling from her vocal chords as she smiled adoringly.

The Professor sighed heavily through his nostrils and resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He knew the little dragon was trying to butter him up and he had to admit that it was working. The little creature snuggled up to Dragon Layton and eventually, the gentleman couldn't help but smile just a little...or at the very least he leered as creatures couldn't really grin properly and being like this made it hard on occasion.

He lightly bit on to the scruff of Rachel's scaly neck (without hurting her) and picked her up before planting her back down on to his own back so she could curl up into a ball and sleep.

He then looked down at Clive and Luke who seemed to have been arguing...again.

The Professor glared at them dryly and he shook his head. It didn't surprise the top-hat-wearing-gentleman anymore to see them quarrelling like this and he decided to try and intervene like a gentleman would normally do. He lifted a claw and frowned down at them.

"Clive, Luke..." He tried but they couldn't hear him even though his words sounded like a set of snarls and grunts to one of them. He tried again, looking acutely uncomfortable now "Boys, stop it..you could end up poking an...eye...out..." He trailed off and begun to sniff at the air since he could sniff something strangely appetising, making him almost salivate on himself.

He couldn't explain this. That feeling of hunger had crept up on him, stronger than before, and he couldn't help but find his focus on Clive and Luke break and he looked for the source of the scent that was certainly whetting his appetite.

The draconian Layton's eyes eventually settled upon a nice abundance of juicy-looking plant life right there in front of him and he couldn't help but feel his frills lift up in joy and he opened his snout and grinned widely. He looked as if he had struck gold that led him to a future of everlasting riches.

(...Oooh! Those bushes look extremely appetising!) Professor Layton thought, licking his dragon lips hungrily as he crept towards a nearby house that looked like whoever owned it was fabulously wealthy and he snuck around the back that had a garden abundant with bushes and plant life.

A keen look of hunger flashed within his dot-like eyes as he basically tip-toed towards the shop whilst Clive and Luke yelled at each other.

Luke gestured towards the mysterious markings on the wall "But why can't the Professor understand it? There must be some sort of mistake here, right Professor?"

The boy turned to face his scaly mentor but froze when he discovered that the draconian gentleman of archeology was nowhere to be seen. His face drained of colour and he was sure that his face had turned as white as snow by now and he could no longer feel his heart beating.

The Professor was gone!

"Professor!?" Clive and Luke desperately looked around for the dragon professor of puzzles. How on earth could they not notice him sneak off and why would he do such a thing in the first place!? He knew better then to wander off like this! This had turned into a puzzle of figuring out his location and they knew that they had to find him before somebody else did.

Sparing a panicked glance to each other, the teen and the young man stepped into the sunlight and decided to stay close together in order to search for the Professor and possibly Rachel before they get into trouble.

How would they rescue Emmy and Descole without the smartest guy they knew!?

They didn't need to search long, however, when they heard some very familiar sounding growls and they noticed a little arrow-shape snaking about in thin air that poked around the corner of a big wealthy house that actually gave Luke and Clive a freaky vibe that actually made them both shudder inwardly.

Breaking into separate sprints, the two cap-wearing boys dashed towards the house and rounded a corner.

They stopped when they saw the Professor munching on leaves and other vegetation in the garden. He contently stretched his neck up and nibbled on multiple ivy that grew on the house and he even mixed in some of the flowers that had been growing in the garden.

Professor Layton had always liked flowers, but this had brought on a whole knew terminology to the word "like" in this context.

He turned around to face the two boys whom were stunned and the poor draconian gentleman Professor had the expression of a child caught red-handed of stealing a cookie from the cookie jar. He slowly swallowed the vegetation he had managed to accumulate within his mouth and he a very sheepish grin grew on his muzzle.

If dragons could, he would have most undoubtedly been blushing. An awkward and long silence had passed and he rubbed one foreleg against the other and shrugged his shoulders as much as he could despite standing on four legs instead of two.

"Uhhh...It seems that dragons were omnivores."

He chuckled nervously even though his laughs came out as squeaky growls and snarls and he sighed heavily through his nostrils when he saw the scorns both Luke and Clive wore. He hung his head, his frills dropped and he now looked a lot like a kicked puppy, he knew that sneaking off was a very irresponsible even for him.

Turning away for a moment, he grumbled "I apologise for this, Luke, Clive, I just was feeling...oddly peckish."

Luke shook his own head and exhaled deeply. He couldn't blame his scaly mentor, he was not entirely human anymore and that brought along some consequences that were basically extra packaging with this transformation. That and he was also under pressure since he could perish from the very fact that this dragon-form was slowly exhausting him, weakening his human form and wearing it down.

He took a step towards the dragon Professor Layton but froze instantly when he heard some pots fall down and smash.

Everyone turned around to face the garden gates and found a little old lady standing there with her jaw basically on the ground and she was carrying a few shopping bags in each of her arms and her eyes were like bowling balls. She looked mortified upon seeing the gentleman winged beast in her garden.

Layton swallowed roughly and gave a nervous grin, raising his paw and waving it sheepishly as if to try and smooth the tension.

But it was then that the old woman dropped her shopping bags and let out a shrill scream as she shouted for the proper authorities to seize the beast eating her garden. Her voice was so loud that it could bring cities down, let alone houses, and her tone was so screech-like that it made all of their ears bleed.

She sounded absolutely distressed and it made the Professor and Clive and Luke all panic temporarily as they momentarily tried to think of a way of escape.

The Professor gained control of himself first and he knew that first and foremost he had to get his charges out of here otherwise he would be captured as well as them and there was a high possibility that Rachel would be slaughtered within an instant should she be discovered.

He instantly slid his long neck beneath Luke and Clive and they slid down his back, mounting themselves atop him and the Professor took to the skies within moments as he flapped his wings hurriedly and zipped himself upwards, dragging his body into the air as he tried his hardest to get himself airborne with a huge amount of adrenaline rushing into his bloodstream.

Even when he was in the air he could hear the lady's screams flood the air and he saw some knights skid to a halt and saw him fly away with looks of disbelief flooding their eyes.

Dragon Layton beat his wings and made his way through the air even though he was trying to not only formulate a plan to save Descole and Emmy in his mind but he was also trying to calm himself down enough to be able to think about that wall writing that he had encountered earlier.

He now realised that he had been spotted and now the whole town would probably be on his tail. How could he escape being a fugitive and how could he hope to hide in the should his appetite get him in trouble again.

He looked down in deep thought. What could he do?

Time was running out...

A/N: Hello, everyone. Sorry I haven't updated for two days I have just been under the weather much more then usual because the procedure that I probably mentioned in the previous chapter had happened two days ago and there was also a bit of writers block mixed in there.

I hope you can forgive me and I seriously want to get better soon so writing would be easier.

I'll try and update as much as I can right now even with my sore stomach because I want to both be distracted and I want to please you all.

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Thank you.

-Chloemcg