Warning, this story includes spoilers from Professor Layton and the Miracle Mask. I advise not reading it until you have beaten the game. Enjoy.
I could feel my heart pounding in my chest; the thoughts in my brain suddenly coming at a slower rate; the image of my dear friend, as he started to become smaller amidst all of the darkness. “Randall!” Hershel yelled, as I just dropped from sight, with the mask in chaos in hand. This was it. I solved the Norwell wall; I spent days with Henry trying to figure out the mask and the secrets it held; and now the treasure Hershel and I were about to discover together, was cut short due to a nasty trap.
I could feel the memories of my life flashing by; the day I was born in the Ascot estate; the adventures I’d had with Henry, Alphonse and Angela when we were little. Back when I first asked Angela to be my girlfriend; the day I met Hershel; the times when Hershel, Angela and I would study in my room as I told them the artifacts or places I planned to discover. Plans that would never be fulfilled now.
The drop felt very long, and soon I couldn’t see anything. Not even the mask that I still held up for Hershel to grab. I didn’t know what to think, I didn’t know what to feel about what was happening. The only thing I could think of was Hershel still up on that ledge. I hoped he could solve that last puzzle, and complete this adventure for him. For us.
The next thing I knew, I came crashing down to the end of the chasm. But it wasn’t the ground that I had hit, but rushing water, as my body was enveloped in its white rapids. The drop alone into the water bruised my body and knocked my head hard from gravity, but now the water was threatening to drown me in its nasty currents.
I tumbled in its waves after the impact, the waters forcing the glasses off of my face, as I desperately tried to swim to the surface. I resurfaced, gasping for air, but it wasn’t long before I went back under, being pulled to wherever the water wanted to take me. I felt my body smash into various rocks that poked out of the water and in the midst of it, I lost my gear as well.
My fingers still gripped onto the mask with dear might, I was surprised I hadn’t lost it yet. I came up for air again, my body sore, hurt and weak from struggling, as the world swirled around me. The blow I had taken to the head from my impact left my vision fuzzy and blotchy, and it was hard to think about anything.
The waves took me under again; as I was for sure this was it. It was harder to go up for air anymore, and my body was too sore to struggle any longer. In a good attempt, I gave a powerful thrust to the surface of the water, coming up for air. It was then that before my eyes I saw a drop feet away.
It was the scariest thing I had experienced in my life.
When the waterfall exited me from its vicious grip, I was left on the surface of the water, defeated. I was pretty sure I broke my arm and leg during the fall, and my head felt very light. The currents that tried to drag me under were gone, and instead it was a gentle pull. I raised my head up, seeing a broken log not too far ahead. I swam to it with the last bit of strength I had.
I rested my head and arm that wasn’t broken on the wood, as the masks devious smile starred at me. The mask of chaos, the map to the Azran civilization was in my hands, instead of Hershels. Angela was right, I shouldn’t have gone. If only I could tell her.
I couldn’t think anymore, it hurt too much, and I started to see black dots in my vision. I was so tired, so done. I let my eyes close for what seemed like the last time, as everything went black.