Hello readers,

Here's the conclusion to the Eternal Diva.

Djinn – Thank you so much for the constant support. Enjoy the next chapter.

Dikratsblim – I totally agree. It's one of the reasons why The Eternal Diva is one of the best movies based on a video game. I can't believe how underrated it is. I have a lot of plans for the Azran Legacy. It's going to be so emotional; I can't wait to write it.

Hope you enjoy :)


Epilogue - Curtain Call

It's been some time since Melina passed away for the second time and things have returned to normal.

Or whatever normal is for Edgar Cipher.

Layton managed to calm down Grosky before he could arrest Edgar, however he was unsuccessful in dealing with Emmy. That's £80 Edgar's never going to see again.

They found the losers of the game in a cell under the destroyed castle. They were perfectly fine, although some were slightly annoyed with how things turned out which was understandable. Grosky was able to radio for police assistance to take them back to the mainland and to transport Whistler and Descole's thugs to prison.

Layton decided to stay on Ambrosia and investigate the ancient ruins. Dr Schrader eventually joined him and the two men eagerly and excitedly explored the civilisation. Edgar and Emmy rolled their eyes playfully at their antics and returned to London along with the others.

Oswald Whistler and the thugs pleaded guilty to the crime of kidnapping and endangerment and were sentenced to several years in prison. Despite losing his daughter again, Whistler seemed to be doing well. The prison allowed him his own piano for therapeutic purposes and often performed concerts for his fellow inmates. Edgar had visited him a few times, providing him blank sheet music so he can write his next sympathy which he can perform once he was out of prison. The topic of Melina occasionally surfaced and Whistler would become depressed. However, Edgar would remind him that Melina would live on in his music and he would brighten up soon after. Happy of the thought that his life has new purpose.

The other participants of the game seem to also get on with life. As far Edgar was aware, Curtis O'Donnell had retired from being a captain and was now working as an expert at the maritime museum in Greenwich, London. Edgar hadn't heard from him much, but he liked to think the elderly seaman was happy with his life.

Pierre Starbuck and Celia Raidley have been in the tabloids recently. According to some reports they have become a power couple often seen shopping together or at restaurants. Celia didn't seem to mind the press, being a socialite, but it would seem Pierre has yet to become used to it. His leg was still busted meaning his football career was over, but judging by the photos in the tabloids he doesn't mind anymore and accepted his new life with Celia.

Frederick Bargland has, unfortunately, been submitted to a hospice located somewhere in the country. He spends the remains of his last days walking around the hospice's grounds, talking to other residences and finishing some paperwork for when his company transfers ownership. He wasn't alone, of course. Anne Dretche pays a visit to him every weekend and brings another one of her books for him to read and discuss. Anne was more than willing to keep Frederick happy for the remainder of his life.

Marco Brock stayed on Ambrosia as well, documenting everything in his small book. He told Edgar that he was going to show what he found to his grandchildren once he gets back to England and maybe set up his own small museum in his village. Edgar encouraged him and promised he would visit once it was made.

The last survivor of the games was Amelia. Her grandfather had passed away a week after she returned. Edgar attended the funeral to which she was thankful for. After the service, Edgar and Amelia sat on a bench in silence, waiting for Amelia's family.


Highgate Cemetery, London

"Thank you for coming," Amelia told Edgar, breaking the silence between them, "you really didn't have to come."

"I wanted to," Edgar reassured, "Are your family going to be alright?"

Amelia nodded solemnly, "My father has know for a while about his father's death and has come to terms with it. However, I know it still pains him…he just won't admit it."

Silence fell between them once more. Edgar didn't know what to say to her. He wasn't one to comfort somebody else, especially something so serious. He reckoned that silence was the best option, just so Amelia can be with her thoughts for a while.

"Edgar," Amelia suddenly said, breaking the silence and making Edgar jump a little, "when…your sister died, how long did it take for you to get over it."

He sighed, "Well…that's the thing…I still haven't," he admitted, making Amelia look up at him curiously.

"But you seem alright to me."

Edgar gave a small chuckle, "I don't like being miserable. It gets boring very fast," he said, earning an eye roll from Amelia, "The truth is, I don't think I'll ever get over it. Not really. All I just need to do is keep on living my life and eventually the sadness…goes away. I'm sure it will be the same with your father. Sorry, I'm not explaining it very well."

Amelia shook her head, "No I understand. It's like what you said at the beach. If you worry to much about death, you never have time for living," she told him with a small smile.

"Amelia!"

The two teens turned and saw Amelia's mother waving to her from their car. Edgar could see the stony expression of Amelia's father as he got into the car, trying so hard to show little emotion.

"It looks like we're going," Amelia said as the two stood up from the bench.

"Talk to your father," Edgar advised, "he will eventually get better. I guarantee it."

Amelia nodded, "I will," she promised determinedly before her expression became shyer, "So…I'm going back to my boarding school soon and I was wondering…if…if you'd like to keep in contact by mail," she said, nervously placing a stand of hair behind her ear and not maintaining eye contact.

"Of course," Edgar said, mentally whooping for joy, "maybe I can come and visit."

"It's an all-girls school and we're not allowed male visitors," Amelia informed him sheepishly.

'Is that supposed to discourage me?' Edgar thought, already making plans to break into the school and mingle with the girls there.

"That's a shame," he told Amelia, hiding his true intentions, "I guess we have to communicate over mail."

Amelia was pleased that he agreed and told him the address.

"Thank you, Edgar," Amelia said before she stood on her toes and kissed his cheek.

With a blushing face, Amelia stiffly and quickly made her way back to her car and Edgar watched them drive away. Edgar rubbed the cheek that she kissed with a wide grin on his face.


There were other things that concerned Edgar. Descole has escaped once again, and Edgar doesn't doubt he will turn up again. All that he could do is pray that he won't turn up anytime soon. However, what concerned Edgar was the scientist's obsession with ancient sites. First was the Golden Garden in Misthallery and now the lost city of Ambrosia. What was he planning? Who is Jean Descole?

And last but not least…was Janice. Once they reached London, Janice and Edgar parted ways unceremoniously. She said that she wanted to figure out her life now that Melina was gone, and Edgar hasn't heard from her whatsoever. He could understand why, but Edgar was still saddened by this. He knew that the Janice he met in the park and knew all along wasn't the real Janice, but it still felt an important piece of his life was gone. Now…he didn't really know what to with himself except move on.


Layton's Office, Gressenheller University

Emmy looked up from her desk as the door opened and Edgar walked in holding a bundle of letters.

"Hi," he greeted wearily as he walked towards Layton's desk.

He sorted through the letters, placing the ones addressed to Layton on his desk and getting rid of any junk mail. He sighed sadly as the last letter was not addressed to Edgar and tossed it gently on the desk.

Emmy gave him a sympathetic look as he took of his jacket and hat and hung them on the coat stand.

"How was your day?" Emmy awkwardly questioned as Edgar slumped on the sofa.

"Not bad," Edgar sighed, "I stopped over at Agatha's grave and cleaned the headstone and replaced the flowers. Thanks for recommending those flowers by the way, they still look fresh the day I put them there."

"No problem," Emmy said with a kind smile. She glanced at the letters on Layton's desk and frowned in concern, "No word from Janice, I take it."

"No. I mean I know she has her own life and lost her friend and…it's not as if we know each other. I just…" he hesitated slightly, "…I just…want one letter. That's all. Not even that a note or a memo. Just something to let me know she's doing fine," he admitted sad smile.

Emmy stood up from her desk and sat down next to Edgar, "She has a lot of things to process," Emmy comforted, "I'm sure she'll come around eventually. And even if she doesn't then it's something you shouldn't dwell on. However, I guarantee you that she's perfectly fine wherever she is."

At Emmy's words, Edgar depressed frown soon turned into a smile. He looked up at her gratefully.

"I suppose you're right," he told her, "Anyway I have another important woman in my life that I need to attend to," he said, causing Emmy to blush.

"W-well, th-thank yo-"

"I wonder how Marilyn from Misthalley is doing?" Edgar interrupted with a mischievous smirk, "I haven't seen in her a while."

Emmy punched Edgar in the shoulder, "You're such a bastard," she muttered angrily, frowning at Edgar's joke as he chuckled in amusement.

Edgar finally stopped and rubbed his aching shoulder. He smiled kindly at Emmy's annoyed look.

"Thank you, princess," he told her genuinely, making Emmy's expression soften.

"You're welcome, pig," she replied with a small smile.

They gazed at each other in comfortable silence for a few seconds before looking away with small blushes.

"You know," Emmy said, "I heard there's a cafe that's recently opened why don't w-"

Knock! Knock!

The two stared at the door in surprise. They turned back to each other and shared a confused look.

"Were we expecting anyone?" Edgar asked with a frown.

Emmy shook her head, "Not that I'm aware off. Do you think it's Dean Delmona?" Emmy questioned.

"Looking after his granddaughter today? One of the Prof's students?"

"They already know he won't be back till tomorrow," Emmy answered before standing up and heading to the door.

Once she opened the door, her eyes widened in surprise. Edgar stood up as well and gasped softly as he saw who was at there.

"Janice," Edgar uttered in disbelief as the red haired girl smiled politely at them both.

Janice was no longer wearing her long purple dress, but a semi professional outfit consisting of a long grey skirt, matching shirt and a short purple jacket. She still wore Melina's pendent around her neck and carried a purse and a package under her arm.

"Hello," she greeted awkwardly as she stepped into the office, "sorry am I interrupting you?"

"Err...no," Edgar said, "we were just...not expecting you."

Janice smiled sheepishly, "Right. I'm really sorry. I took some time to think about what to do with my life and I decided to enrol at Gressenheller again," she declared, much to Emmy's and Edgar's surprise.

"That's great, Janice," Emmy told her with a bright smile, "what made you come back to university?"

"I'm not quite sure," Janice admitted, "I'm not ready to perform again and I felt that this would be a good place to build my life up."

"I guess the Prof, Emmy, and I will be seeing you more often then," Edgar told her, "if you wanted to tell the Prof then I'm afraid he won't come back till tomorrow."

"Actually," Janice said as she walked towards him, "I came here to see you, Edgar," she told them, earning a confused look from Edgar.

"Me?"

"Yes, I wanted to give you this," Janice said as she handed Edgar the parcel under her arm, "it took a while to find."

Curiously, Edgar tore open the packaging and inspected the object in his hands. It was a framed photo of Melina at a must of been taken before she was ill as her face wasn't as pale and sickly. She smiled happily in the photo her hands were in her lap and her blond hair was loose over her shoulders.

"I had to dig deep into my photo albums to find one where she doesn't look sick," Janice told Edgar as he continued to gaze on the photo, "I would like you to have it as a reminder."

Edgar glanced up at her, "Thank you, but don't you want it?"

Janice shook her head gently, "I already have something to remember her by," she said as she held up her pendant.

Edgar looked down at the photo in its frame once again. He brushed his thumb over Melina's face and smiled gratefully.

"Thank you, Janice," he quietly said as he placed the frame down on the desk gently. Janice smiled in reply, glad that she liked the gift.

"Janice, Edgar and I were going to cafe, would you like to join us?" Emmy invited.

"Oh I don't want to impose," Janice said politely.

"Rubbish," Edgar said as he led Janice to the door, "Emmy insisted on paying for us."

"I never said that," Emmy denied, glaring at Edgar's teasing grin as she walked out the door.

"It was implied," Edgar said as Emmy sighed and Janice giggled.

Edgar was the last to leave the office. He took his hat and jacket off the coat stand and walked out of the office. Before he shut the door, he gazed at the photo of Melina on the desk one last time.

He sighed, smiled and closed the door behind him.


Edgar Cipher will return in:

The Miracle Mask


Another arc done and dusted. I think I'm going to do two intermissions this time before moving onto the second game.

See you next time :)