Chapter 1:
Fearless

Looking out my window, an angel in robes appeared and nearly pulled me apart

Phoenix Wright awoke suddenly. He gasped. A breeze was blowing in through his open window, cool and fragrant, and dragging in the translucent curtains. The fabric hung gently in the air. Like some old-time Hollywood ghost. Moonlight clung to the form, thin and vaporous, lighting the edges and folds in a thin silver light.

He got out from under the covers and peeked out of the window. Like he did when he was a boy frightened by some made up phantom hovering outside his window.

But just as it was back then, he was greeted by none but the moon herself. The cool stillness of the night. He sighed and the soft sound was lost in the darkness and the gentle rustle of something in the night. It might've been tree branches, or garbage—he couldn't tell. But it rustled.

He pushed the window closed. It wasn't so hot now as it had been earlier in the evening. He checked the small AM/FM alarm-clock radio on his bedside table. His hand brushed against the small wooden frame of the picture on the same table as he did so. He hesitated and then took up the picture. It was too dark to make out clearly even in the thin moonlight. But he didn't need to see it to know what it was.

Trucy, his daughter, when she was eight. Him, recently disbarred, but smiling none-the-less. Because he was officially her father on that day. His little girl. She wasn't so little anymore.

He slid his thumb over the glass until it brushed a small rectangle of paper stuck in the edge of the frame—another photo. Maya and Pearls. He didn't need the light to see their faces smiling up at him.

Phoenix put the picture frame down and sighed again. The clock face read 3:48 AM, in pale electric blue glory. He wondered if Trucy was having as much trouble sleeping as he was. She had to be. She was the one moving tomorrow—well, later today.

He was set. His firm was in the midst of a sudden rise from the ashes. He'd proven himself in court—again. He was set. Trucy was the one with the open, winding, and unknowable road ahead of her. She was going to start her new life.

Just like he'd started his last year. Well, restarted. He had two junior partners working for him and was starting to reconnect with many of his old friends. Life was so good right now.

So why did he feel so nervous?

Why was he waking up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, his mind blank and empty; the lingering scent of his fear hanging all around him? What was he afraid of?

She's going to be just fine. He'd told himself the same thing maybe a million times. Trucy would smile at him when he told her out loud. She wasn't afraid. She wanted this.

Trucy had always been sort of fearless.

AN: Thanks for reading! You are wonderful!

I know, I know, not another story starting… I can't help myself. I was thinking about Maya the whole time I played AA:5 and this is the result…

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The words in bold are from the song "Heart of a Girl" by the Killers… It's poetic…

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