Chapter On
Artemis grunted as he trudged along the dirt path of Ireland. He was on his search for a fairy ritual. The last stakeout proved to be a failure, so Artemis and Butler had to stay at a nearby village to stock on supplies before moving to the next place. Even though the two have to stay for two weeks, Artemis already resented it since they could not go home. Instead, they have to stay at this humid place before traveling again.
Tired and hungry, Butler decided to stop and buy some food. He peered into a little shop and decided it was worth his time. Artemis snarled and started to drag Butler out until he heard a shrill voice, "Customers!"
"Come Papa, come! There really are customers at the door. And I'm really not hallucinating!" a girl about Artemis's age exclaimed. She had wavy locks of brown hair that cascaded down her shoulders. Her bright green eyes seemed to block her light tan skin. The girl had no freckles, which was unusual for someone Irish. Artemis couldn't be more disgusted at the girl's bubbly personality. When a man who looked like a typical Irish person came, Artemis couldn't help asking, "Sir, are you sure she is your daughter?"
That would be really offensive to someone, but the man laughed it off and replied, "She is my daughter, but she inherits her Dutch mother's looks." When the man looked at his smiling daughter, he included, "But Angela here has my personality."
Angela. The name of the girl hit Artemis square on the chest. Angela. It sounded just like his mother's name. Angeline. Angela. Angeline. Even child prodigy Artemis couldn't digest this information. How can someone so different share something so dear? Artemis stared at the girl, trying to discover more similarities. "How old are you?" Artemis slowly questioned, saying one word at a time."
"I'm eleven, but I'm turning twelve in two days." Another clue.
"Favorite thing to do?"
"Oh, I like to play outside with my friends."
Artemis decided to stop interrogating and settled down to eat.