"I fear for Emmy's safety, Luke." He stated grimly, holding onto the front of his hat. "We both know what Descole is capable of, and if it is him that has been with us all of this time..."
Luke looked shocked - after all, this was partly his fault - but then gave a determined nod and turned back to Aurora. The girl's worry was showing on her face.
"Come on Aurora! We have to get back and help Emmy!" Luke said, waiting for her as Layton continued on into the temple. The Azran girl walked over ever so gracefully, and Luke couldn't help but smile a little as he watched her approach. The second she spoke, however, he snapped back into reality.
"Who is Descole?" She asked curiously. Her voice was so serene.
"We don't really know..." Luke began, walking side-by-side with the girl into the temple. "It started off when I asked the professor to investigate my old home town, Misthallery. Ever since we found out that he was the one destroying things with machines, he left, but we have kept meeting him ever since." the boy explained. "He even tried to kill the professor!"
Aurora let out a small gasp - now she was even less willing to believe that he and Professor Sycamore were the same person - Sycamore was simply too kind to be capable of attempting to kill another human being. She was about to ask more until Layton called her over.
"The legend says that 'When the celestial messenger descends, return the phoenix egg to her, she may bring light to the skies anew' and I believe that messenger to be you, my dear, so this is yours." The elderly woman said, reciting the words of the legend from memory before handing Aurora the final egg.
"Thank you..." She answered, taking the slightly warm stone. As she held it, she could feel her memories begin to trickle back.
Keeping hold of the mask for use as evidence, Emmy yanked open another of the drawers to put the remaining pieces of paperwork away. Inside this drawer, however, was what she had been looking for this whole time.
Five azran eggs, each engraved with the same peculiar pattern.
She shoved in the papers first to get them out of the way - by the time the Sycamore (or rather, Descole) came to look inside his desk, she thought, he would surely know that someone had been in there from how disorganised it had been left, but she couldn't worry about that. From the outside it looked exactly as it was when she came in and there was nothing else left to tidy up from the floor around her. The second she made the swap she could leave the room - hopefully Sycamore hadn't heard her yet.
"Thank you." The professor tipped his hat to the elderdly lady. He turned to Luke and Aurora. "Right, now we'd best get back to the Bostonius. We have already taken longer than we should have."
The group made haste, taking the quickest route back - hopefully no one else in the town would need their assistance.
"I do hope Emmy will be all right." Luke said fearfully as they made their way back. While she always mocked and scared him, the boy had become very fond of her company. It was like she was the older sister that he never had.
"I hope so too, my boy." Layton answered. "Whilst I say that she could hold her own against him in a fight, I worry that he may have something planned himself - there must have been a reason for him to go back."
"Keep your voice down!" Sycamore whispered to Raymond. "Have you seen or heard Emmy come back here?"
The butler shook his head. "I was alseep, I'm sorry master."
A noise came from the corridor.
"Aha! She is here." Sycamore said, beckoning Raymond to follow him as he moved towards the rooms.
The man pushed on the door hesitantly to begin with, but then walked straight in when there was no noise or response - it was empty.
"Nothing has moved since I checked over the ship an hour ago." Raymond stated, noticing Sycamore's confused expression. "Although I do remember seeing a camera on the side over there."
The professor was about to question where the woman was until a clatter came from his own room, accompanied by a loud intake of breath. "What on Earth?"
Emmy's hands shook as she fumbled with the Azran eggs. She threw the fake egg into the drawer and took a real one, then quickly pushed the door shut. She was about to breathe a sigh of relief when she realised that she had pushed the desk a little too hard in her attempt to finish things off quicker. Pens rolled off one of the shelves of the desk one by one, clattering as they fell. She let out a gasp - if Sycamore heard this, it was game over.
She wasn't going to risk making more noise by putting them back on the desk, so instead put them into the pokets of one of Sycamore's jackets. There was nothing left to move now, and nothing left to tidy. That was it. She was done.
She exhaled, and leaned back onto the leg of the chair. Her heart was pounding furiously and her sweaty palms surely hadn't helped with her job, but at least it was over now. The thought helped her regain her composure and she stood upright, but as she did the stolen Azran egg fell out of her pocket and rolled across the floor - right as Sycamore entered the room.
"Emmy? What do you think you're doing?"
