Heyy guysss, its me again! So, I am starting with my NEWEST fanfic. It's an Artemis Fowl, Percy Jackson, Harry Potter mashup and I can guarantee it's going to be more than awesome. If not, then I tried my best. ANYWAY, be prepared for many surprises and laughs along the way! (If you don't get surprised and/or laugh, then I tried my best) . Sooo, yes. Enjoy! And don't worry, there will be no singing in this story.

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The Children of the Prophecy

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Artemis

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Library, Fowl Manor, 8:00 pm

"Beckett? What in the world are you doing?" demanded Artemis Fowl junior as he watched his two-year old little brother strap his wrists down on the armrests of a chair.

"Myles told me too," replied Beckett smiling "It's a surprise!"

"Beckett, you know how I hate surprises," said Artemis, struggling under the wrist straps "And how on earth are you able to reach the armrests anyway?"

Beckett leaped down and held up the stool he'd been standing on proudly. "Stool!"

"Ah yes," said Artemis "The stool. Why didn't I think of that?"

Beckett waddled away with the stool and, after placing it in a corner, sat down on the carpeted floor and began to play with a stuffed pony. Artemis continued to struggle, trying to loosen the straps with his movements. The attempt only made him tired and his wrists turned slightly pink from the friction.

Artemis sighed in exasperation. His mother had to have two intelligent and clever twins. But he couldn't complain. It was most probably genetic. Still, it was very hard to believe that despite the fact that he was an internationally known boy-genius, often times he could not surpass the cleverness of his two brothers.

"So, Beckett," said Artemis, watching his brother play with his toy 'What is this surprise Myles has prepared for me?"

"He said it's secret," replied Beckett, smiling cheekily.

"I don't suppose you'd like to tell your big brother about it?"

Beckett thought about it for a moment. "No."

Just then, the door opened and Myles came in, beaming proudly. He was wearing an oversized lab gown and had his stuffed lab assistant Professor Primate tucked under his arm. In his right hand, he held a medium sized salve container.

"Good evening, Artemis!" he greeted his brother. He turned to Beckett. "Beckett, can you get the step ladder for me, please?"

"Okay!" said Beckett, dropping his toy and scurrying away.

"What's that, Myles?" asked Artemis, trying not to appear anxious. Myles set down Professor primate and smiled up at him.

"My latest experiment," he replied "I worked on it the whole day."

"Ah, and what is this experiment of yours?"

Myles opened the container and showed him the contents. Inside was a slimy green gel that looked suspiciously like phlegm. Artemis cringed in disgust. Myles spent the whole day working on this?

"Oh…my," commented Artemis, swallowing his distaste "What is it?"

"A special kind of hair gel," replied Myles. Beckett arrived with the stepladder and set it up for his twin. The ladder was tall enough so that Myles was slightly taller than Artemis's head.

"What kind of special would that be?" asked Artemis as Myles reached the top of the ladder.

"You'll see," replied Myles mischievously. He dipped his fingers into the gel and started to rub it on Artemis's hair. The gel sent a refreshing chill down his scalp and the scent of mint filled his nostrils.

"I'm impressed, Myles," noted Artemis, closing his eyes "This is actually very nice."

"Thank you," said Myles. He exchanged a cheeky grin with Beckett. Artemis has no idea what they were doing to his hair.

"So, why did you decided to test it on me?"

"Well, seeing as Mother and Father are out for their 10 year anniversary and since Butler is more or less bald, you were the only option." Artemis couldn't help but think this was a reasonable idea.

'And…done!" said Myles. He climbed down the ladder and went to get a mirror. While Myles was gone, Artemis felt something strange on his scalp, like something was pulling his hair up. He saw Beckett sniggering in front of him.

"What's the matter?" he asked. Beckett said nothing. He continued to laugh.

Myles returned with a big mirror. He and Beckett held it up for Artemis to look at himself. Artemis threw his hands up on his head in shock.

"What have you done?" he cried. His hair stuck out like stalagmites on all sides of his head. He looked like someone had given him an electric shock. He ran his hands through it. They felt like stone. Myles and Beckett were already on the floor, dying with laughter.

"I can't believe it worked!" cried Myles, gasping for breath.

"Myles, what is this?" demanded Artemis angrily. "This isn't funny."

"It's my instant solidifying hair gel!" said Myles, wiping his eyes "Immediately solidifies hair on application!"

"Genius Myles!" cried Beckett, rolling on the floor laughing.

"How do you reverse this then?" demanded Artemis, tugging at his solid hair.

Myles stopped laughing and scratched his head. "Um…I forgot…"

Artemis shot his brother a devastated look. "You WHAT?"

"I know I wrote it down," said Myles, trying to remember "But…I forgot where I put it…"

"Myles, you little—!" said Artemis, getting up from his chair. Just then, Butler entered the room.

"Alright boys," he said "Time for…" His voice trailed off when he saw the young master's crazy hair. He blinked in confusion.

"Um, Artemis," he said, pointing at his hair "Why is…"

Artemis sighed in exasperation. "Myles made me his guinea pig to test his hair gel. Now he can't remember how to reverse it." He glared at his little brother, who cowered away in fear.

"Ah well," said Butler "I'm sure you'll figure it out soon. Alright, Beckett, Myles, time for bed."

"I want story!" demanded Beckett pouting.

"No," said Artemis indignantly "I am not doing any more favors for you two." He picked up the mirror and looked at himself again "Not after what you've done to my hair."

"But—" began Myles. Artemis glared at him again.

"No, Myles," he snapped "You've done enough."

Suddenly, his brothers began to cry. The sound seemed to fill the entire library. Artemis tried to ignore it, but the crying intensified. His brothers began to roll on the floor and throw tantrums. Butler tried to control them, but he did so in vain.

"Artemis, I really think you should read them something," said Butler after a few minutes of trying to calm them down.

All the wailing made Artemis's patience thin. He couldn't stand it anymore. The annoying noise was deafening. The guilt he felt for making them cry wasn't easing the pain at all.

"Alright! Alright! Fine!" cried Artemis, finally giving in. Beckett and Myles stopped crying and began to cheer with delight. Artemis ran a hand over his face, relaxing himself.

"So, what would you like me to read?"

"Greek mythology!" cried Myles. Beckett clapped in agreement.

"Oh, alright then," said Artemis, reaching for a Greek Mythology collection from the shelf behind him "Which story?"

"Artemis and Apollo!" cried Beckett flailing his arms "Because big brother Arty is there and he has a sister named Apollo!"

"You ninny!" said Myles "Apollo is the boy and Artemis is the girl!"

"Myles, don't call your brother a ninny," scolded Artemis.

"Wait," said Beckett in confusion "If Artemis is a girl, then why is big brother Arty a boy?"

"Maybe big brother Artemis is a girl in disguise," said Myles sniggering. Beckett snorted with laughter.

Artemis's temple throbbed in irritation. There was never a day where he'd never heard that joke before. He was fully aware that Artemis is the name of a Greek goddess, but he didn't enjoy the fact that he was constantly made fun of for it.

"Let's choose another story," he said, attempting to change the topic. Fortunately, his brothers complied.

"The story of Perseus!" said Myles "I like that story the best."

"Alright then, Perseus it is," said Artemis, flipping to the page where the story was located. He began to read.

"Long, long ago, on the island of Greece, a baby was born to a woman named Danae. His name was Perseus and he was said to be the son of Zeus, king of the gods. Because of a prophecy that said he would be killed by his grandson, his grandfather Acrisius locked Perseus and his mother up in a chest and cast them out to sea. For many days they drifted until they reached the shore of Seriphus. There Perseus grew into a man and the king slowly began to fall in love with his mother. One day, the king, thinking that Perseus would interfere with his plans of marrying Danae, sent Perseus to retrieve Medusa's head."

"Guided by Hermes, the messenger of the gods, he made his way to the Fates. Upon reaching them, he took the eyeball they shared and said that he won't give it back until they told him how to reach the nymphs of the north. They gave him directions and some gifts that would help him on his quest: winged sandals, a wallet that could fit anything in it and an invisibility cap. Hermes gave him an unbreakable sword and the goddess Athena gave him a shield. Perseus reached Medusa's lair and killed her by looking at her reflection in the shield, so he wouldn't turn into stone. He put Medusa's severed head into the wallet and flew back home."

"As he was passing Ethiopia, he rescued the princess Andromeda from being sacrificed to a sea monster and returned back home to Greece, where he made her his wife."

Artemis closed the book and looked at his siblings. They had already fallen asleep on the carpet. As much as Artemis felt annoyed that his siblings slept throughout the entire story, he couldn't help but smile at their peaceful sleeping figures. They're almost…tolerable.

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Artemis spent 3 hours in his bathroom. He managed to find the steps to removing the gel hidden under Myles's blanket as he was putting him to sleep. Those 3 hours were spent dousing his hair for an hour in hot water, then cold water for another hour and hot water again for the third hour.

As soon as he was done, Artemis ran his fingers through his hair. He smiled with relief. Soft again.

Wiping his hair, he stepped out of the bathroom and sat on the bed. Butler knocked lightly on the door. He must be done tucking the twins in.

"Come in," said Artemis. Butler came in and sat on the armchair.

"Of all the antics Myles has pulled off, this one has to be the worst," said Artemis, shaking his head.

"Well, you can't blame him," said Butler "He's only 2."

Artemis sighed. "Yes I know…but still." He draped the towel over his shoulder. "He should know his limits."

Butler chuckled. "Give him time to grow up. Then, he'll know when to stop bugging you." Artemis rolled his eyes. There was a brief silence, then Butler spoke.

"Artemis, I'm curious. Do you believe in all those Greek gods and goddesses and demigods and such?"

Artemis chuckled. "Of course I don't. There's a reason why it's called Greek Mythology in the first place."

Butler nodded. 'Ah yes. Of course."

"Still," said Artemis "It would be rather interesting to be a son of a god or goddess and to do all those heroic deeds like the demigods do in the stories." He smiled to himself, trying to imagine himself battling sea monsters and creatures from the underworld and saving countless damsels in distress. Artemis the demigod.

Artemis snapped out of his reverie. "In any case, those thoughts are only meant to be in stories and can never happen in real life."

"Of course Artemis," agreed Butler "It wouldn't be mythology if it happened in reality."

"Exactly. Well, good night Butler."

"Good night, Artemis."

Butler turned off the lights and shut the door. Artemis climbed into bed and pulled the sheets over him. He closed his eyes and dreamt of sailing to far away lands and slaying beasts and being known as Artemis the demigod.