Disclaimer: I do not own Artemis Fowl & co. They all belong to Eoin Colfer and I do only intend to use them for my own and other's entertainment and nothing is gained from this!

Claimer: Now I want to be annoying. I do claim on my own character Alex Phantom who is created by myself with no real influence from any other characters I know. If he DOES remind you of someone I can tell tat I did NOT copy anything as I dislike claiming copycats.

Warning: As the plot is not fully developed yet, I have to make a small warning that Boys Lone MIGHT occure or being hinted to. If so happens I am sorry if it disturbs you, however, I have warned you now. Nothing is for certain but better be on the safe side.

Minor strong language MIGHT appear, however, as this is the prologue, there his nothing yet to worry about.

Prologue:

We all know what a Mix Tape is right? … Thought so. That means we have probably all made one or taken part in one's construction. It is fairly simple. You just pick the songs you like the best out of your music library and slam it onto a disc. Easy! Now that that is cleared I feel more comfortable with moving on to the story.

Now then…

Ever thought about having your own personal Mix Tape telling so many things about you, it would even scare yourself? Probably not, but now you do! What this entire story is built upon is the hunt for that special piece of information which lay so deep within that getting it out is nearly impossible. And who other than the precious Artemis Fowl would want to hunt for this? Of course he is the only one. And surely he did.

When Artemis first fell upon the mere myth of such Mix Tape, he did not know if he should believe it or not. However, being the boy he was, he would with no doubt believe it all. At that time it fell upon him as pure coincidence that such powerful thing should exist and that it had even been made and used a few times throughout history. It was never to tell what really made Artemis wish to take up the hunt for such odd and almost impossible thing. The bit of history he had found upon it had already been analyzed thoroughly and bits and pieces were scattered all over the room. A varies notes and ideas, with possible hinting, lay in three piles; the believable, the plausible and the busted.

Right now the young Master was not in his room, which made the door ajar a bit suspicious. Anyone in the house of Fowl knew the rules of the young Fowl. The room was the only thing which they could not touch without a consequence. So, then why was this specific door open? Had it not been closed when Artemis took off for school? Surely it had. But everything was not as probably preferred; in order and untouched. Did anyone walk past and gave a short glance into the room, they would feel suspicious for sure. Artemis was known for his neat, organized systems, thus making the mess in the room so suspicious anyone would raise a brow and ask themselves what had been going on in there.

Did they back up a bit and glanced further into the room they would notice a shadow so deep it had to be a living creature. It seemed as if it was looking for something; something which could not be known to the young Fowl. Knowing Artemis, having met him even once, would let people make up their mind in an instance. What went on in Artemis Fowl Junior's room was none of their business. Surely everyone would simply walk along and pretend they had not seen the shadow rustling between papers, obviously looking for something.

The shadow would never have notices a bypass as it was wrapped up in thoughts. However, it was not looking for anything. Why would it be looking for something which it had no care for? A thing such as Artemis business held no interest to it. The shadow knew everything. It did not need strange and twisted ideas formed in the mind of a teenager. A genius at that, however, still it was far from interested. The soft sound of pen on paper filled the otherwise so quiet room, strangled the silence in a soft grip. The shadow cracked a smile. Surely this would lead on the young Fowl! It had to. Artemis Fowl was already so close to the truth that it had hurt the shadows heart. The boy was, at the time being, stumbling in darkness. The shadow had felt that a bit of action was in place.

It continued its scribble, excited and with a feeling of victory inside. If this did not help, then some drastic action would have to be taken. It seemed as if the shadow wished to anger the young boy, wished for an emotion to show. It was almost as if the shadow needed such specific reaction for something. Something mysterious. Something which no one would ever believe. That was how things were. The shadow needed a reaction from the young Fowl. Anything else would ruin the entire experiment. And a failure was not in its place. That was a thing which the mysterious shadow would not accept.

Sneaking out of the room, leaving a mess worse than the average teenager's, the shadow cast a last glance back at the room. This was perfect. The young Fowl would be angry, very indeed. Surely that emotion would help the progress along. A single ray of light hit the shadow, revealing a small strand of hair. It was blue. Obviously dyed. But before anyone would have the chance to consider who in the world would have their hair dyed a dirty light blue, the shadow was gone along with the mysterious hair and the skin crawling atmosphere.

Back in the room a single piece of paper was laid neatly on the desk, waiting to be found. The beautiful handwriting gave away that this was no thief. A thief would not have bothered leaving a notice. Had he, however, done so, a neat hand would hardly have been used. The message in itself was far too long for a mere note. This piece of paper was far more important than observed by first glance. At the very bottom of the paper were two initials written carefully. The A curved elegantly on the paper, stretching itself, almost trying to be noticed first. An F followed sprawling itself beside the A, rivalling the elegance of the first letter, linking tail with the bridge of the first. Both initials were equally beautiful and no one would ever have noticed the odd similar initials. The notice was addressed to Artemis Fowl, signed by AF.