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The legend of the Dragon sapphire


Luke followed Rachel as the duo both dashed through the eerily creepy midnight setting.

The young apprentice of Professor Layton carried the tiny dragon in his arms as he let her direct him through the lowly town, the tiny hatchling slowly turning her head in the direction of wherever the location of their destination was amongst the labyrinth of paths that always seemed to make Duriun seem like a maze.

However, what frightened Luke was that he was constantly catching a small glimpse of an ominous orange glow that lit up the night sky and, not only that, but the powerful yet sometimes toxic aroma of soot and flames started to grow heavy in his nostrils.

Luke hid himself and Rachel as best as he could whenever they would pass small corners as there would be a small cluster of villagers around every corner and each of them had a very similar thing to say whenever the young teen would stop to catch his breath and eavesdrop on their conversation.

In one particular stop, Luke had decided to lay low against a brick wall as he panted heavily to try and get some oxygen back into his burning lungs. He could feel sweat start to trickle down his face as he tried to regain his composure with Rachel bundle inside his arms. His back was pressed against the cool brick-layered wall and his scalp was slightly singed due to the fact that soot was slowly starting to coat the air flowing freely around the streets.

The teen freed one of his hands to readjust his cap before he heard the angry voices of a small amount of villagers, his eyes slowly laying on the townsfolk.

"I cannot believe a dragon still exists!" A voice exclaimed, holding on tightly to a flame torch.

"Yes, I thought they had been slain by our founders centuries ago!" Another replied.

Luke listened in carefully. He knew that a gentleman wasn't supposed to listen into other people's conversations but he also knew that this could be vital into freeing the Professor. But he had to wonder something which had been bothering him ever since he had arrived in this strange little town:

Just what were the towns origins?

Luke kept a straight face as he cautiously watched the scene before him from behind the brick wall. He could feel a small dew of sweat trickle down his face as he tried his hardest not to panic as they headed towards him and, while he was in a somewhat safe hiding place, he feared that Rachel would do something that would accidentally give them away.

One of the men continued speaking "How could, after all these years, we miss a beast such as that?"

The other man replied "Mayhap the beast hid elsewhere all this while, it can fly after all."

"Mayhap thou assumptions art accurate but we need to make sure that no more are lurking within the shadows, waiting to pounce."

"Indeed. We already know of the fate of the dragon we seen at the festival, let us hope it will be destroyed quickly and so we can be rid of one more foul beast."

With a nod of agreement, the two men continued their search for more dragons whilst oblivious to the fact that they were leaving behind a very shocked Luke and baby dragon hatchling who was bundled in the boy's arms.

Luke swallowed in an effort to loosen his tight throat, his heart skipping an occasional beat whilst he tried to comprehend what he had just heard.

Did he just hear the word "destroy" link with the Professor? They couldn't possibly mean...!

He felt tears prick at his eyes and he bit his lower lip to try and prevent any tears from meandering down his face as he tried to keep a strong hold on his emotions. But -much like a rose losing its velvet petals with no effort whatsoever- his heart and thoughts broke apart when he thought of such a fate befalling his mentor.

Luke couldn't keep them in anymore. He momentarily looked away, his hold on Rachel tightening only slightly, and let the tears stream down his cheeks as he tightened his jaw to wrench his mouth closed. He curled up into the smallest ball possible as he finally let some sobs rattle his chest and larynx.

He couldn't believe it, he didn't want to. The Professor was going to be executed, wasn't he!?

(Do not weep, youngling,) A wise yet somewhat familiar voice spoke.

Luke opened his eyes with a gasp upon hearing that voice and feeling something wrap itself around him before touching his shoulder.

He looked to his right and up and his eyes widened with disbelief when he discovered a transparent being sat beside him.

The blue blurry figure had a serious frown on his muzzle as he looked down at Luke, its long neck slightly craned downwards and its wings spread out. It was a large dragon with lilac blue scales with its wise eyes looking down upon him, its frills perked a bit and its neck straight and regal as it sat on its haunches with a wise frown on its muzzle which sported a long 4 metre whisker moustache which flowed in the small breeze.

Luke quickly wiped his eyes to try and hide the fact that he had been crying although he gave a small upset sniffle.

Wide-eyes full of wonder, Luke looked up at the wise dragon whom seated itself beside the young apprentice of the Professor. Leering back down at the teen, the ghostly form of Fafnir continued to use his telepathic voice to communicate but a kindly look had plastered itself on his long snout.

(I wouldn't give up hope quite yet...) Fafnir apparently sighed as he folded his wings against his back (...after all, that Layton knave mayhap be a naive soul who trusts in people too easily, I must concede that he is a very admirably noble human. Not to mention that he is clever and has a mind sharper than any well-forged blade.)

Luke looked up at the older dragon with a confused look. Did he know the Professor? Could he be a friend? At any rate, the boy watched as the phantom dragon smirked down at him as if a sudden idea brightened up inside his head.

(If you get lost, young one, then all you need to do is follow that hatchling. She shall guide you to where you need to go.)

Luke looked down at Rachel whilst the blurred ghostly form of the winged-beast thought these words to him.

Rachel wore a confident look on her tiny muzzle and she even let out a soft purr as she reassuringly rubbed her cheek against Luke's arm with affection emanating from her adorable face.

Luke couldn't help but let a small smile grace his lips as his mind momentarily flashed back to his baby sister who he had neglected, thinking about it actually made him feel bad. He should've been a better brother and he may never get the chance to properly rectify his mistakes. He felt his heart warm up just a tad and he dwelled upon the older dragon's words, letting his mind soak up those kind words of wisdom.

His lips quirked into a sharp smirk. He knew what he had to do!

Looking down at Rachel, Luke told her in a soft hushed tone "Alright. Rachel, I need you to go and find something -anything at all- that can help us now. Can you do that?"

Rachel's expression seemed to mirror the one Luke, himself, wore moments ago. She seemed to have been pondering on what the apprentice of Professor Layton said to her as she looked extremely thoughtful and she continuously blinked her big magenta pools to think about it.

But then her muzzle broke into a smile as she gurgled sweetly in what sounded to be agreement.

Luke smiled even wider. He knew that Rachel would help! He just needed to give her a little push!

He watched as the tiny dragoness shifted in his arms to point her head up towards a distant building that somehow managed to loom behind several other small buildings, a small shimmer of ivory moonlight managing to barely caress one side of said tall building to reveal its pitch black silhouette against the indigo skies of twilight.

Luke squinted his eyes a bit, trying to discern the tall building from where he was, and he eventually came to the realisation that it was just a simple bell tower.

Why the baby dragon hatchling was so interested by the bell tower, Luke hadn't an inkling of a clue.

When he turned to ask the dragon phantom more about it, Luke was stunned to discover that he was nowhere to be seen. He had completely vanished into thin air and there was only a sliver of his presence that still lingered in the atmosphere as Luke felt a mysterious presence in the wind.

He was surprised to hear that dragon ghost's voice whisper inside his head like the wind cradling the trees to create a beautiful melody with its branches (Child, need you wish to know me by name, you need call me Fafnir.)

Luke was stunned.

His name was Fafnir, he couldn't remember how but...he knew he heard that name before.

Luke slowly put his finger to his chin in deep thought, thinking to himself where had he heard it before?


Emmy crept into the tower with multiple thoughts racing through her mind. Ever since the Professor had been captured, her thoughts had become a big ball of jumbled up thoughts and feelings.

She felt awfully bad that the Professor, of all people, had been arrested and taken into custody of the filthy hands she had been imprisoned in herself mere hours ago.

She slowly hopped in through the window, which had been thankfully left ajar.

Upon landing to the ground with a light thump, she carefully got to her feet and looked around the bedroom.

Though it was quite dark out, the vague outlines of the room were quite visible in the dimness of the room. Some objects, including the giant bed, were quite visible in the moonlight that acted as natures own torch for her to be able to see through the room that she couldn't quite see through.

Emmy looked around, spinning on her feet to get a small view of every inch of her surroundings and she carefully approached the door to the room when she heard something bump in the night, making her jolt and frantically scramble into a karate position.

She loosened herself when her eyes locked on to a familiar face. Feeling her racing heart slow to a near stop, the woman in yellow blinked her eyes at the person and called out to him softly "Y-Your majesty?"

King Mortimer nodded as he was clearly aware of her presence and judging by the look in his unseeing eyes, it was obvious that he knew she was there from the start. He raised a thick brow at the woman and frowned somewhat seriously as he tilted his wise head to one side.

"My dear, what brings you here?" He asked.

Emmy paused, a bit unnerved by the king's tone. Usually he sounded so light-hearted and somewhat jokey...but now all of that joyfulness had been sucked dry from his voice and left a hollow and mysterious tone behind it.

It sent a small shiver down her spine but she tried not to let it bother her.

getting a good long look at the woman through his blind, unseeing eyes, he seemed to have noticed something unusual. He frowned firmly and folded his arms across his chest and he couldn't help but tap his foot along the ground impatiently.

After several moments of an awkward silence, Emmy sighed heavily and went back over towards the window. She leaned against the windowsill with her eyes welling up with tears of sorrow. She started to bite her bottom lip to prevent herself from actually crying and looking unprofessional.

"Y...You heard what happened to the Professor?" She asked without looking the king in the eye, trying to mask the fact that her voice was trembling a little.

The king made a noise of agreement and thus confirming that he did indeed hear what was going on.

"Aye, I heard he had been locked away in the dungeons..."

Emmy could hear the clicking taps of the man's feet against the floor before she suddenly felt something place itself on top if her shoulder and, if she had to harbour a guess, she supposed that it would have to be a hand. She didn't dare look to see what it was definitely but her voice started to crack when she hardened her gaze angrily at the night skies.

"Y-You're the king of this place! You could have saved him from b-being locked away!"

King Mortimer, though, simply replied sullenly "...While I may reign over Duriun, t'is not I who decides such matters."

Emmy was silenced as she looks at the man, a look of bewilderment replacing her anger. She gripped on to the window cill and felt her heart shrink a bit as her face twisted with confusion.

What? The king couldn't control what happened to criminals? Why was that, as a sovereign should he not basically be in control of everything? She could feel her heart softly pounding in her chest as she tried to make sense of what she had just been informed of. Her mind was churning, hungry for more info and she opened her mouth before the king slowly started to wander off into the opposite direction as he reached around blindly for the doorknob.

The king stumbled over to the door and placed his hand atop the handle before turning his face to look back over at Emmy.

Strangely enough a kind look started to blossom on the king's face. Even though he was blind, he seemed to have a very good idea on where everything was despite lacking a very important sense.

On the table next to him, there was a neatly arranged line of assortments as well as some other nice things which was assuredly planted there whence the servants left them there.

Sighing softly, the king spoke "You wish for the answers, then you must know the origins of this town...and our history."

Emmy's eyes lit up in realisation and more confusion. The history of this town, of Duriun? Just what could be so special about it? Just how could this relate to everything that was transpiring right this instant? She looked over at the king and watched with her mouth gaping open as the king slowly started to walk even further out of the room.

"W-Wait, where are you-" she started to ask where he was going without supervision but was stopped when the king cut her off.

He paused at the doorframe and started reaching for the table next to him, reaching for a little candle which sat there patiently for him to use.

"You wish to know the true origins of Duriun, do you not?" He didn't wait for Emmy to answer this obviously rhetorical query "Follow me, then." The king said, smiling a bit as he somehow managed to locate the candle which had been sitting on a conveniently placed that was right next to him.

After lighting the candle by clicking his fingers, letting a small kindle of flame take its home atop the fuse, he promptly started to blindly walk off into a different direction while he held the candlelight.

Emmy watched all this with amazement. Did the king just...instantaneously light a candle with naught but Pyrokinetic abilities? Just how could he do that!?

Clearly whatever the origins of this place was, it would reveal a plathroa of secrets that have long since been locked away and kept on this secret isle that managed to boggle her mind. Just what sort of secrets could Duriun be hiding?

But then, anxiety growing on her pretty face whilst she tried to hold her tongue and not offend the king of Duriun, she recalled that he was leaving without her...blindly off into a direction...with fire. That was just asking for disaster! She didn't want to be locked up yet again, that was a miserable experience, and she wasn't going to let everyone die by leaving the blind king all alone!

Just where were the servants anyway, why weren't they keeping an eye on him!?

King Mortimer started his descent down the tapestry-hung hallways with a small bit of candle light being used as his guide through the darkness despite being blind.

So, not wanting to risk the castle setting on fire, Emmy decided to rush up to the king and wrap her arm around his so she could lead him safely through the castle without any problems...hopefully.

She constantly asked herself over and over again about these mysteries that this place concealed; about how such impossibilities become possible in this tiny little land that sat in the middle of the ocean.

What would she find out upon learning these severely important secrets?


A/N: Wow, so much is happening in this chapter!

Luke gets a small pep talk with Fafnir, Emmy gets a history lesson and we get more of this story rolling! Sorry I didn't update anything for a few days, I just haven't been feeling my best...I'm still not feeling one hundred percent but I feel like writing is one of the only ways to get my mind off of it.

I hope you all look forward to the next chapter, I'm looking forwards to writing it.

Please review.

-Chloemcg