(Hurrah I'm back! Still own nothing! I know that Miles was born in 1992, I might change that in the first chapter, so please don't slam me for him being born in 1983.)

Chapter Two

Now, the fairy tale gets worse. As it was stated before, not all parts of this fairy tale are happy. This begins the unhappiness of this fairy tale.

Now when Miles told his mother how he wanted to be like his father, Emilee went and told Gregory about his son's ambition, Gregory was none the less surprised. He knew that his son had an intelligence that was not located in another child's eyes.

Miles looked at everything deeper than any other child in his class. In first grade he corrected his peers when they used improper grammar. Now, Miles wasn't a genius, he just was very observant and his brain worked at a faster rate than every other first grader in his class. Miles' teachers were concerned about his ability to make friends. Emilee kept trying to get her son to play with other children, but Miles was more concerned with his dream to be a defense attorney like his father.

"Miles, dear, please go play with the other children..." Emilee begged Miles one day.

"Mama, I know you want me to make friends, but, those kids don't understand me... they don't understand my dreams." Miles said, looking up at his mother.

Emilee soon gave up on this. She didn't want to force him to do anything he didn't want to.

'Miles will play with the other children when he's ready...' She kept saying to herself. Emilee soon put Miles in violin lessons. Miles showed talent. Emilee was so proud that her son had some artistic talent.

Everyday you could hear Miles playing away on his violin. Along with his musical abilities grew, so did his intellectual abilities. Miles found a deeper love for being like his father. When Miles turned six, Gregory started taking him to trials. Miles has shown Gregory that he could sit through boring things, without squirming. Now is when the tragedy beings.

On the day that introduced Miles to tragedy. Emilee was taking Miles to one of Gregory's trials after Miles' violin lessons. When suddenly Miles was flung forward. He managed to grab his precious violin. After that, Miles blacked out.

When Miles awoke, he only saw white. He was staring up at a white ceiling. Gregory sat next to Miles' bed, sleeping. Miles tried to move, but a shot of pain stopped him. That's when he saw that his left shoulder was wrapped up in bandages.

"Father? Wh-where am I?" Miles managed to whisper loud enough for Gregory to hear him. Gregory was awakened at the sound of his son's voice.

"Miles. I'm so glad you are awake." Gregory said, fixing his glasses.

"Father, where am I?"

"You are in the hospital. You and your mother got into a bad accident. You weren't hurt too badly except for a burn under your left arm. You also have a cut on your right leg that will heal clear and fast." Gregory said, smoothing back his son's hair like Emilee always did.

"What about mom? Is she ok?" Miles asked, anxiously.

"Miles... She's not ok... the impact broke her back. The doctors tried everything, but they couldn't do anything..." Gregory said, trying not to have an emotional break down in frount of his son. Miles didn't hold anything back, tears escaped his grey eyes. Seeing this, Gregory lost all resistance and cried with his son. Cried for the loss of a wonderful, beautiful woman, Emilee Samantha Edgeworth.