The Letter (Part 3)
Dear Future, I am Miles Edgeworth, aged nine.
“Dad, do frogs hibernate in the winter?”
Miles looked over at his father while they waited behind two other cars and a school bus to exit the drive in front of the school. Gregory Edgeworth looked at his watch and frowned.
“You know,” he said, “I’m not really sure. I imagine they must, as I don’t recall seeing too many frogs late in the year.”
“Do you think they’re still active now?”
“I don’t know, Miles,” Dad said, “Why are you so concerned with frogs all of
The Letter (Part 5)
Dear Future, Bring it. Sincerely, Phoenix Wright
“Who did it!” Jilly said.
The class was trickling back in from the playground and most of the kids were standing around in groups. Phoenix found himself standing alone near the cubbies where everyone put their coats and bags during the day when they weren’t using them. Jilly’s face was red from emotion.
“Who did this!” She repeated and then wailed.
Part of him wanted to laugh. She was nine and kind of old to be crying like that. Part of him ached to comfort her. But he stood alone awkward and scared at the back of the classroom. Miles had gone t
The Letter (Part 4)
Don’t Ever Change
“Hey Larry,” Phoenix said.
Larry was standing at the end of his drive, kicking soberly at small stones and pebbles in the street, “Hey Nick.”
“Nick! Sweetie! Don’t forget your lunch!” Mom called out from the door. Phoenix frowned and Larry grinned.
“Hi Missus Wright!” Larry waved. Mom smiled and waved back.
“Thanks, Mom,” Phoenix said as he took the paper bag his mother held out to him. He closed his eyes when she hugged him and then mussed his hair as he stepped out the door. Lar
The Letter (Part 2)
Dear Future, I’m going to win. Love, Larry Butz
“Hey Nick,” Larry said when they met in the hall after class. They walked together toward the door. Phoenix was only half-listening as he was looking around for Miles.
“Nick!” Larry repeated.
“What?” Phoenix said. Miles was coming out of the classroom still shoving a book into his over-stuffed bag.
“Oh,” Larry said and he glared at Miles before turning around a leading them toward the main door, “I was going to ask you if you wanted to go and catch frogs by the lake.”
The Letter (Part 1)
Disclaimer: Ace Attorney and all characters are copyright by CAPCOM; I’m just a fan imitating. The stories presented are influenced by the multiple games as well as the comic (Manga written by Kenji Kuroda).
A Letter to the Future
Phoenix followed Larry inside and they ran down the mostly empty corridor. The bell had already rung, and it had done so long enough for most of the students to already be in class.
As they ran toward their fourth-grade classroom, their bags swinging on their backs and adding noise and confusion to their mad dash, Larry slipped and Phoenix had gone far enough ahead of him before he noticed, that he almost lost sight of his friend.
Phoenix stopped and turned
Magic Miles Act Four: The Punchline
Act Four: The Punchline
Edgeworth frowned at his reflection in the mirror—the uniform was snug. He never wore anything that wasn’t tailored specifically to him. This… This made him feel fat.
He put on the hat and turned to look at himself from the side—it would have to do. He was only going to make an appearance and then leave anyway.
Edgeworth hadn’t felt obligated to do even that much, and he only the allowed the costume shopping to occur as a way to placate the Detective. Unfortunately, he was still holding that dammed boom box when Gumshoe returned him to the prosecutor’s building and peeled off without a backward glance.
Magic Miles Act Three: The Costume
Act 3: The Costume
“Tonight?” Edgeworth was honestly surprised.
“Yeah, sir,” Gumshoe said, “Did you get a costume?”
Edgeworth was staring at his desk and shuffling through the papers laid out on it, “But that means… Tomorrow is the first of November! We’re going to trial in less than forty-eight hours!”
“Mister Edgeworth!” Gumshoe’s face was scrunched up with panic and concern, “What about your costume for tonight?”
“Simple,” Edgeworth said, “I’ll be going as the top prosecutor in the co
Magic Miles Act Two: The Exposition
Act 2: The Exposition
I can’t believe they talked me into this, he thought in dismay. He was standing beside Detective Gumshoe—in the middle of an investigation no less!—while the latter perused a shelf of costume masks.
At least he’d finally solved the mystery of all the orange and black that decked the store fronts every October. Not that he ever cared enough to ask.
“Gumshoe,” Edgeworth said stiffly, “Let’s get back to the crime scene.”
“You’ve only got a few days left, and you still haven’t decided on a costume,” Gumshoe said with sincere concern.