DISCLAIMER: I do not own artemis fowl, juliet, or butler, or anyone else for that matter. I own myself to a point. The rest of me is owned by someone else, in a big plan to comprehend human beings by a great creator that did a sloppy job in making the world in only six days. And he slept on the seventh, the lazy know it all…

this being my first fanfic I have ever written, and being that I have no damn idea what I'm doing, bear with me. It's going to be "Drama-R-Us", because I am not a comedian. The best joke I ever made was to a walrus in the Washington zoo. I am that pitiful. Pity me.

TIMELINE: this fanfic takes place 8 mos. after the mind-wipe, and 2 mos. after mulch reminds him of the fairys. I'm not putting that in here, because I don't wanna. I'll figure it out later…

Prologue

Artemis was up in the attic of his manor, going over some old computer disks of his father's. Butler was sitting right behind him, reading the newest edition of Guns and Ammo, one of his favorite magazines. The thirteen year old genius was completely absorbed in a file that he had found on one of the old disks. Suddenly, he sat up, pushed in the keyboard, and spun in his chair.

"Butler," began the youth, "You were there when I was born, weren't you?"

Butler furled his brow. "Yes sir, I was there," Butler answered, unsure of where this conversation was headed.

"Tell me, my old friend, was I alone?"

Butler looked a little uncomfortable. Artemis had never talked to anyone on the concept of birth, let alone his. What had he found?

"No sir," he answered, choosing his words carefully. "I, your mother, and the doctors were with you."

"Nobody my age at the time?"

Butler shifted in his seat, only his brow showing how truly flummoxed he really was. "Artemis? What have you found?"

Artemis stood up, and took a deep, yet shaking breath before he began. God, this was going to be so hard. Why did it have to be him?

"Who is my sister, Butler? How come I've never heard of her? Why have I always thought I was an only child, the only child, the last generation of Fowl so far, when I was a twin? I was a TWIN!" He slammed his fist onto the table, enraged. He took a trembling breath, and in a quiet voice, almost inaudible, he whispered, "Why didn't you tell me, Butler?"

Butler sighed, but only slightly. He sat Artemis down and knelt in front of him, taking his hands in his own.

"Your father wanted a boy, so he would carry out the name of Fowl. When your mother had a girl also, your father forced her to put the girl up for adoption. I never told you out of respect for your parents' wishes. I am sorry, Artemis."

Artemis looked startled. "Was he that power crazed?" he whispered. He could not imagine how horrible his father would be, to not let his own son know his history, and not letting his daughter be his daughter any more. Didn't he care? Didn't he want to help his son?

"Unfortunately, he was that power crazed," Butler answered. He felt bad ruining his friend's image of his own father, but he had to know, now. The cat was out of the wet paper bag.

"What was her name?"

Butler smiled gently, his cold black eyes softening. "Emily. Her name is Emily. However, she is now Emily Grittins. She was adopted by a family in America. I'm not exactly sure where…"

"Does she know who I am? I have to find her, Butler, I have to." Artemis was starting to tear against his will. What the hell had happened? How could he not have known? How could he have gotten through all these years not knowing about his own kin? He pushed back at the flood threatening to break loose. A Fowl never cries.

Butler pulled him into an embrace to help soothe his old friend. " I know sir, I know. We'll find her, I swear we will"

"I hope you're right." The ever rebellious tear trickled down the side of his cheek. He quickly wiped it away. "But first we need to contact some people. Mostly short people. Maybe throw a little magic show in," he announced, turning back to his computer

Butler then saw the artemis he never thought he'd ever see. A heart-broken Artemis, a lost Artemis, and a loving Artemis. He let go of him with a heavy heart. It hurt deeply for him to see Artemis like this.

But then he smiled. "I'll go get the limmo to Tara."

(giggles hysterically) this is turning out to sound like one of my mom's soaps!

Prologue is done! Yay for me! oh, I'm so proud of myself…

um, so here's a note. The next chapter, the first one, is about Emily, the long lost sister. It has no magical stuff in it until… chapter three I think, so just be patient! (dodges flying teacups)

r&r please, and I accept flames too, because it gives me a chance to rant and rave, and I can't do that with my family, or I'll get grounded for a few months. My spell check sux, so please inform me if I have any misspellings in the story. I don't care about the author note shit. Just the story.