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The lights of the candles swayed in the melancholy darkness of the haunting chamber. Soft green glow bathed the faces of the people who sat across the Master. In the middle, with her eyes wide open, sat another figure, robed similar to the master. Slowly, the glow paled, and became no more. The figure called out in a young, but firm voice, with her head deeply bowed, "The channeling is complete."

Everyone, including the Master, opened their eyes, with the Master bowing her head solemnly, whispering, "May the soul rest in peace in the Twilight Realm."
The people across her bowed at the words, and stood up to leave, with the figure of the little medium behind them to open the doors.
When they left, the Master stood up silently, and blurted out with a long sigh "WOAH, that took A LOT outta me!  Hey Pearly what's for lunch? I'm STARVING!"
The medium opened the doors again for the Master with a warm smile, "Rice and gravy, Mystic Maya!"
The Master clasped her hands together in joy, "I'm gonna eat my fill today! I've got a total of FIVE clients on the line, y'know! Gotta UP my energy for them!"
Pearly nodded, "That's the SPIRIT, Mystic Maya!" she said with a wink, "Oh, I almost forgot, the  week's newspaper came in today!"

Dark clouds slowly rolled in the blue summer sky, waiting for the storm.

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Thunder rumbled, and the heavy rain pounded again the straw roofs of the Fey Clan. The wind howled, beckoning everyone to stay inside.

Well, except one.

"NICK! WH-" the other line interrupted her, the noise sounding broken and disheveled.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH ME?! I AM YOUR ASSISTANT NICK! YOUR-"
The other end loudly interrupted her again, and the little girl's face flushed harder, tears forming at the corners of her almond eyes, streaking across her face. The rain soaked her almost completely.
"A-A-At least explain what happened!  ATLEAST TELL ME-" the receiver almost interrupted her, "YOU CAN'T SHUT ME OUT LIKE THIS! W-W-W-What about Edgeworth? Gumshoe?? JUST ANYONE???? DID YOU-"
The other end grew angrier, cutting her off. The little girl tried to talk, "Nick, I-". The voice interrupted her, and hung up.
The long, empty beeping sound repeated from the other end, making the girl blush harder in the storm, with her eyebrows furrowed.  "FINE! BE A LONER!" she shouted at the phone, hanging  it, and slowly walking towards Fey Manor, drenched.
Little Pearl stood at the entrance, her eyes filled with worry. "Mystic Maya? A-Are you okay? W-W-What happened?"

The great Master looked at her, with her eyes red and puffy, and her color drained from the face, but with a warm smile. She patted the little girl's head.
"Nothing your Mystic Maya can't handle, Pearly."

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Franziska Von Karma sat across her little brother, her arms crossed and brow furrowed. She was supposed to head an investigation at Interpol right now. But now she isn’t. Because of her little brother.
Miles Edgeworth massaged his forehead in distress as he read up on a case, seemingly taking no notice of his sister’s anger.
“I DEMAND to know, Mister Miles Edgeworth, that for what foolish reason you have called me here.” She clasped and clasped the sleeve of her shirt, her teeth gritted.
“Haven’t you heard?” he only said, in a careless yet pained tone, “of what happened to him?”
Of course, the last word hinted of THAT MAN, which her little brother seemingly worshiped ever since he met him.
“No, I haven’t heard of anything regarding Phoenix Wright. Honestly, Miles, you should speak his name a little more, it might even calm your nerves.” she quipped.

Miles stood up to pick up a manila envelope kept on the sofa beside them. The words “Engimar VS State” on the front. He handed the envelope over to Von Karma, murmuring bitterly,
“Wright has been disbarred.”

Fransizka stood up in amazement, clutching her whip tightly, and she took the envelope.
“You’re bluffing.”
“I’m not.”
“You certainly are! I refuse to believe it!”
“It’s all in the file.”
“What, did he take his bluffs too foolishly far this time?”
“He has been accused of forging evidence, which the bar association believed.”
“You’re bluffing like that fool! I refuse to believe such a fool would go so far as that!”
“Maya Fey, who was sobbing and hiccuping over the phone, informed me of this.”
“P-Proof Miles Edge-!”
“You have it in your hands.” he said, trying to sound as calm as possible.

Franziska glanced at the file, and opened it as quickly as possible, trying not to rip the envelope.
The file informed of a case involving the murder of Magnifi Gramarye, head of the famous Gramarye troupe; the man indicted was Zak Engimar, his pupil. Franziska glossed over it, rushing to the second page regarding the technicalities of the case.
On the second page, was the name of the defender, Phoenix Wright. Underneath, printed in clear words, ‘Forged evidence, proved by prosecutor in-charge’.

Franziska Von Karma closed the file, returned it to the envelope, and handled it over to the little brother.
“Why did you call me again, Miles? This is beyond my-”
“I need you to conduct an investigation.”
“Of what? Why he was disbarred? Do you really-”
“Of Engimar VS State.”
“The case is closed. He lost.”
“Of his sudden vanishing from court, and to find Zak Gramarye.”
“Do you really expect me to go out of my way to help that foolish fool who let himself get foolishly disbarred? Your feelings, Miles, for this ma-”
“Please, Franziska, I need you.”

The prosecutor stood across the man for a while, staring down daggers at him. The man, on the other hand, only looked at her, his face pale and brow furrowed with pain. They stood in silence for a few minutes, before Von Karma let out a long sigh.
“You’re really lucky, Miles. You’re lucky that that idiotic man was the only man who rivaled my genius. After all, I can’t let him get away before crushing that man in everlasting defeat.”
Miles broke into a smile,
And for once, the perfect prosecutor smiled back at him as well.