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“Ash… this isn’t true.” Miles Edgeworth said, even though the sound of his voice told you that he knew he was actually wrong.

“It’s accurate Miles. 100% truth.” Ash couldn’t stand to look at her husband, any longer. The dark haired defense attorney looked down, shuffling her feet behind the prosecutors bench where minutes before she had been Prosecutor Denim Daisy.

“...Why? Why did you hide the truth from me?” Miles asked.

“It’s a long and twisted story isn’t it my little Daisy?” The coffee addicted defense attorney Deigo Armando asked. Ash flinched a little at the word daisy.

“Yes… one the court doesn’t have time for.” Ash said she tried to call back her alter ego, but nothing happened. “Your Honor, the verdict… please?”
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“I declare the defendant, Jolene Onmae, Guilty.” The judge slammed down his gavel. “Court is dismissed. The defendant will surrender immediately to the police, and will stand before a court in a month’s time to receive her sentencing.”

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Prosecutor’s Lobby No. 3

Ash waited for a couple seconds for her husband to come crashing in. It didn’t take him long. Edgeworth came blazing in, with all of his fury.

“ASH TELL ME NOW!!!” He yelled.

Ash sighed. “Alright, but lets take a seat. I think I owe you and my sister…” She motioned to her sister, Mia Fey, standing in the door way with Diego. “…an apology. Please, take a seat. This is really going to take a bit." Mia, Diego and Miles each took one of the seats First off, my name isn’t really Daisy Denham. It’s not Ashley Nichole Sangre, nor Ashley Nichole Edgeworth. It’s Melody Fey…”

It all started Twenty years ago, when I was born actually…
“Misty! Come on! Now! One, Two, Three!”
“Andy! I can’t…” Misty Fey fell back onto the bed. “Ugh, If having a boy is going to be this painful, I don’t want anymore.” Another wave of blinding pain hit the sprit medium, sending her screaming.
“Misty! Don’t worry! It’ll be fine!” Andy Sangre yelled, mostly to soothe his own pain at seeing Misty suffer, but also to soothe Her.
“Just about there.” The doctor said. “Ready and push!” The medium screamed again, crushing Andy’s fingers. Andy winced a little.
“Ow…”
----An hour later----
Andy stood outside the room Misty was in, waiting for news of the child. The doctor came out to join him.
“Good News,” The doctor said. “Both Mother and Daughter are healthy.”
Andy perked up. “What? Mother and Daughter?”
The doctor raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, remember? You were there when I said congrats, It’s a girl.”
Andy shook his head. “No, you said it was a boy. Remember the Ultrasound? You said, there’s hardly room for error, it’s a boy. Mia has a brother.”
The Doctor shook his head also. “This is definitely a girl. And honestly, there’s not many babies being born here in Kurain today.” He shrugged and walked away.
Morgan Fey, Andy’s sister-in-law, waddled up, about seven months pregnant. “Hi Andy. How’s the baby?”
Andy gripped the railing that prevented guests from wandering into the inner garden tightly. “It’s a girl.” He said through tight teeth.
“REALLY?” Morgan gave a small smile and sipped dome of the tea she always carried with her. “I thought you said it was a boy.”
“That’s what the doctor told me before she was born. That lying bastard.” Andy slammed his hand on the railing.
“Well, she won’t be of much use to the village then.” Andy looked at Morgan quizzically. “Well, if she was mistaken as a boy, she must be quite masculine. Her powers will be weak, or maybe non existent.” Morgan smiled. “Not that it really matters. My daughter will be Master when I die, not your second daughter.”
My father bought it. Hook, Line and Sinker. Morgan’s devious lying tricked him into believing I was almost as good as a son. So when he couldn’t handle living in the village any longer, he left, and took me with him.
I wasn’t more than 18 months old when we left Kurain, so father just told me my name was Ashley. He told me my mother hated me, I believed him, of course. What else does a two year old do?
My father never was very well educated in raising girls, and so I spent the first years of my life teaching myself to read. When he got remarried, his wife was shocked to know that I didn’t have any dolls. I had a semi-normal life it seems, until my father died on my fourth birthday, six months after he married his new wife…

My Step-mother tried for several months to win custody of me, but she failed due to her past as a drug dealer. In the meantime, a friend of my step-mother’s attorney lost his wife and daughter in a car accident. He was heartbroken. When he saw me one day waiting in the courtroom for the trial to finish, he decided that he could raise me. The court, of course trusted an attorney more than a drug dealer. I’m actually glad that they did that. She was caught a week later selling drugs on the corner of a street. The attorney that raised me actually is quite well known, You all know him…
“Ashly! It’s time to go…” Marvin Grossberg looked into his office. A young , brown haired girl sat behind the large oak desk reading a large dictionary upside down. “Ah! There you are Ashly!” The large attorney came in, the scent of lemons coming in behind him. The young girl wrinkled her nose a bit. Marvin sat in the chair across from Ashly and watched her read for a while. Finally he decided to ask the million dollar question. “Er, Ash? Are you aware that the book is upside-down?”
“Yes Mr. Grossberg.” The brunette answered, her eyes never leaving the page.
“Ah. I see…” Marvin watched for a bit longer, his face showing alight confusion. “Why are you reading it upside down?”
Ashley sighed and set down the book on her lap. “It uses more brain power, obviously. By reading the book upside-down, my brain is forced to first observe the word, then flip the image of the word, read the word, and then repeat for the next one.”
“Alright.” The girl went back to reading the large book. “What word are you looking up?” Marvin asked.
“Truth.” She said, her eyes skimming over the page.
“Truth?” Marvin was never this confused by anything else as much as this girl. She was fairly young, four actually, but she acted much much older. He wondered what her dad was like.
“Yes. The other day when you got out of court, I asked you why you were okay with losing. You said it was because the truth was against your client. My father always said winning is the only way to live, but you are okay with losing because of truth?” The girl set the dictionary down on the desk and looked Marvin in the eyes, her green eyes sparkling and a faint smile on her lips. “I thought truth was honesty. But I guess theres more to it than honesty.” She pointed to the fourth meaning of truth. “A true or accepted statement or proposition.” She read out loud. “That’s what detectives are for, right? To help you find evidence to make truth? Something that can be proposed and accepted to be true?”
Marvin sat there, shocked that Ash had come to such a complex understanding by herself. “Why, that could be the case.” He finally said. “Although detectives normally help the prosecutors…”
The two sat in the office in silence for a few seconds. Finally Ash said something. “Hey, Mr. Grossberg… When can I start law school?”
The attorney laughed a little, until he noticed that Ash was being serious. “After you get a pre-law degree.”
“Can I go get one tomarrow?”
“Um… it’s not that easy to get. You have to do about 13 years of schooling to even start to get it.”
“Oh.” The girl looked down into her lap. “Can I start school tomarrow then?”
Marvin thought about it for a second. “You know what Ash, I’ll make a couple phone calls tomorrow and we’ll see what happens, okay?”
The little girl smiled, nodded, and jumped up. “Alright, let’s go home!”
I ended up starting home schooling very early in life. Forever ahead of the pack, I even schooled through the summer. I was so driven to be an attorney, even back then…

Time of course kept marching on with me. Before I knew it, I was Nine and beginning 8th grade. My tutor, the kind man, thought that it might be in my best interest to at least look at some of the other career paths available. Most specifically, he wanted me to look into teaching. So I decided I would oblige him with a job shadow of a fourth grade teacher one day…
“Larry Butz?” The Teacher called out. There was no reply. “Butz…Butz…Butz…”
“Larry isn’t here Ms Smith!” A young boy said in the front row.
“Ah, thank you Miles.” Ms Smith said as the door to the classroom opened, and a young girl not much older than the boy walked in. Her skirt was a dark navy and her blazer matched perfectly. Her hair was long, brown and cascaded down her back in ringlets. A smile did not touch her face, but the boy secretly thought she was very pretty anyways despite her overall cold demeanor.
“Ah, you must be Ashly Sangre.” The teacher said.
“Call me Ash please. Ashly is a silly name.” the girl said, her words were soft and patient, the exact opposite of what her aura was giving off.
“Alrighty then, Ash it is!” The teacher turned to address the rest of the class. “Alright class, this is Ash Sangre, she is a homeschooled student and she is here to do a job shadow. I’m sure she would be more than willing to help if you have any questions, however please remember that she is here to observe a class in action. Do you have anything to add Ash?” Miles and Ash locked eyes for a bit, and the boy swore he felt something exchange between them, even though he was sure they’d never spoke before.
“Pardon? Oh, no thanks Ms Smith. I believe I’m fine…” Ash glanced at Miles again, but this time he was turned facing the window. “Where shall I sit?”
“Well, you may sit over there…” Ms. Smith pointed at an empty desk next to Miles. “Or you may sit back there.” The teacher pointed at a desk in the back next to a kid coughing violently with spiky hair.
“Uh… I think I’ll stay up here.” Ashly slid into the front seat.
A bell rang. “Ah, it’s time for gym class everybody!” The class muttered and groaned at having to get up and everybody filed out of the room to go to gym, leaving Ash with the sick kid. Ash got up and went over to the window, watching the kids play kickball.
“Hey, Ashly! *cough wheeze hack*” The kid came over to join Ashly by the window after like five minutes. “I’m Phoenix! Welcome to Los Angeles Harmony Elementary School. *cough wheeze hack* It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Phoenix stuck out his hand for her to shake.
Ash winced a little on the outside, not purposely, but she did none the less. Only God knew where that hand had been. She took his hand gingerly and shook it. “Nice to meet you Phoenix, but I insist on being called Ash.”
“That’s okay, I prefer going by Nick! *cough hack hack wheeze*” Phoenix said. Ash watched the kids for a bit longer. After a couple minutes, Phoenix asked another question. “Hey Ash, how old are you? You don’t look as old as the other teachers.”
“I’m nine.” Ash stopped herself from saying something offensive about Nick immediately after that.
“Geez, you’re really young!” The door opened and shut as somebody walked in. Ash and Nick kept watching the game outside. “I mean, most of the teachers are like 21 or 20.”
“I’m only doing this for my tutor” Ash rolled her eyes. “He thinks I should be a teacher.”
“Really? That would be so cool if you were a teacher! Then you could help Larry and me with Math. Miles isn’t too good at math…” Ash perked up at the sound of Miles’s name.
“Are you friends with him?” She asked, trying to be casual.
“Yeah!” Nick didn’t seem to notice Ash’s rush to know more about Miles. “He wants to be a lawyer someday.”
“Is that so?” Ash smiled softly.
“Yes…” Nick watched Ash smile and smiled a big goofy smile himself. “You’re really pretty when you smile.”
“Haha, Nick. Consider yourself very lucky you got to see me smile.” She looked back at Nick. The door opened and shut again as whoever entered the room left again. “Not many do anymore.” She went back to her solemn face as before. The kids were coming back in from gym. Nick and Ash returned to their respective seats and as the kids filed in, there was a cry from the boy’s cubby area.
“Hey! My lunch money’s gone!” Ash’s head snapped up and in the general direction of the cubby area. Miles came out with an empty envelope. “Ms Smith… Wright stole my lunch money! We need a trial to prove him guilty!
Ash jumped up instantly. “I’ll defend you Nick! I know you didn’t take that money!” She told him. “I believe in you!”
Hahaha, good day that was… I met the man I’d fall in love with, and a kid that I still talk to today. And to top the cake with icing, I got to defend my first client, and we won. We never found the real culprit that day, the teacher ended up giving Miles his lunch money from her own pocket. It wasn’t much, like $31 or something. What ended up saving Phoenix Wright was actually his accuser, Miles Edgeworth finally agreeing that there was no evidence against Nick. Good times indeed were there, but darker days were in store…