Rewriting because screw the rules, I have no life. And sorry to everyone who actually enjoyed this… I thought it wasn't well liked. I looked at its stats the other day and realized I was wrong, ha ha… So I'm rewriting it for the few people who enjoy it. c":

I would like to thank everyone who has stuck with me on this and also everyone who just so happens to stumble upon this. I don't know when, I don't know how, but I WILL finish this story. I vowed that I would finish it before any other literary work.

Changed some names due to uncomfort / stubbornness. Deal with it. In fact, a lot of things will have changed, including the grammar, vocabulary and my writing style~

Note that the Megamind OST fits this story way too well.

Prologue

"Artemis Fowl the II: You have been accused of treason and theft against the Sanctuary of Ireland and the People of the Lower Elements. You are responsible for the murder of one sorcerer and two cleavers." The youngest male Elder leaned forward expectantly. "How do you plead?"

The youth looked up from the small metal chair he was placed on. His blazer had disappeared since Ghastly Bespoke had last seen him, less than a week ago, and his dress shirt was tucked into his pants without much care. The front of his shirt was covered with his own dried blood, as were his arms, revealed by the dress shirt's sleeves that had been rolled up to his elbows. His pants were tattered and torn, his hair in disarray.

Ghastly looked down at this human child, wondering how things could have possibly gotten this dark.

"I'm guessing pleading insanity won't work with you people?" Artemis Fowl asked, his voice calm. He was staring at Ghastly intensely.

"Are you giving us attitude?" Elder Bespoke raised an eyebrow as, he too, leaned forward. This was a bit new to him, really. Elders didn't normally put people on trial – In fact, they didn't put people on trial. If an Elder knew someone was guilty, they threw them in a cell and that's where they stayed until their time was up. But this was a bit different of matter.

"I am expressing multiple attitudes simultaneously. To which are you referring?"

"That's enough," The woman stopped the other Elder before he could speak. "How do you plead, human?"

Artemis Fowl slightly tilted his head to the side, angering Ghastly with a small, satisfied smile. "I plead guilty."

Dublin, Ireland

Four days and one night ago

Spring Heeled Jack jumped easily across the rooftops in Haggard, his feet barely making a sound on the roof tiles. He stopped abruptly on a house that overlooked a large forest that's closed off to citizens. The London Terror hadn't strayed all this way from his cozy home for just a view, though – He had come to this slummish neighborhood for a very important meeting with a very important person, thus making it very important that he actually made it on time. He took a deep breath and straightened his crooked top hat before jumping lightly off the building and landing on the grass beyond the yard of the house. He had to make it across a stretch of grass before reaching the forest. Luckily, this meeting was well worth it.

Jumping into the trees, he checked behind himself just to make sure that no one had noticed him and was following. It wasn't very likely, since this neighborhood wasn't exactly littered with home owners worried about their things being stolen… When he was satisfied that he would be left unbothered, he hurried through the branches, feeling more like a squirrel than a… well, whatever he was.

It was a while before he finally stopped. Had he continued, he would have jumped right into a large clearing that opened up in front of him. He knew this was the place he was supposed to be because the clearing, of course, was not empty – Though the people who mulled around inside of it were definitely not what Jack expected. All of them were children… though Jack knew better. Looks are deceiving. They ignored him as he joined them – all except one.

A young man, maybe eighteen or nineteen, with long, jet black hair and blood red eyes looked up at Jack lazily. He was sprawled out in the grass, one leg crossed over the other. "What do you want?" He asked in a bored voice as he played with his own hair. Two other children glanced over at the boy, then to Jack, before going back to their subject of interest. A girl, maybe seven or eight, was intently watching the girl next to her who was in her early teens and seemed to be sharpening a rapier. The third girl was sitting under a tree, watching the blade of a short sword that she was twirling, completely ignoring Jack.

"I'm Spring Heeled Jack," The London Terror announced importantly, pressing the palm of his hand against his chest and standing tall. Make a good impression. This is the moment.

"Yeah," The boy looked away, focusing on the sky above them. "We know." He let his hand drop to the grass beneath him.

There was an awkward silence. Jack cleared his throat and rolled from the balls of his feet to his tiptoes. "I have a meeting with your leader…" He started casually, feeling unusually uncomfortable in the silence.

"And it took you long enough to get here, too…" The girl under the tree snorted condescendingly. She twirled the weapon once more before getting to her feet and sheathing it all in one graceful movement. She looked no older than the boy. "I was beginning to think you'd run into trouble."

"Oh, I'm fine." Jack waved her off bashfully. "Don't worry about me."

"I never said I was worrying," Her red eyes were filled with a mixture of boredom and tolerance. Tolerance. She was tolerating Spring Heeled Jack.

Jack shot a grin her way and tipped his hat slightly. "My apologies, then, ma'am. The Sanctuary Agents are getting harder and harder to slip past unnoticed, these days."

"That's because they're idiots – And so are you." She crossed her arms as she approached him. "Really, I would have just killed them."

"… That defeats the purpose of slipping by unnoticed."

"Luckily for me, I don't have that problem…" She turned to the boy, who was now getting to his feet. "Venatari, take Kelly and Chew somewhere else. This is a private conversation." She barely glanced at him before saying: "Get Nia over here, while you're at it."

The boy, Venatari, nodded and waited until Chew and Kelly had joined him before they quietly exited the clearing.

The leader turned back to Spring Heeled Jack and raised her thin eyebrows skeptically. "So? What is so important that you must take up my time?"

"Well, it didn't really look like you had more pressing matters to attend to, honestly." Jack screwed his mouth to one side and shrugged at her. "You actually looked really comfortable. I feel a little bad for making you get up."

She shifted from one foot to the other and sighed irritably. "I can see this is just a joke to you…" She rolled her eyes. "If you're done, you know the way home."

"Sorry," Jack grinned again. "That was a little bit of sarcasm. Liven up a bit, yeah?"

She just stared angrily at him.

Jack cleared his throat awkwardly again and muttered, this time seriously, under his breath "Sorry…" He took a second to look her over, since this was technically their first meeting. He'd seen her before… The first time had been through a mug shot. The second time was through a photo - And not a very accurate one, at that. It was more like a cell phone picture, very pixelated and blurry. It still convinced him to opt out of a fight, and that's all that mattered, he supposed.

She was tall with long, straight, red hair that was pulled into a braid at the base of her neck. Her eyes, like Venatari's, were red – Except her eyes were slit like a feline's, letting in all the light the night had to offer. She was thin enough that Jack could see her muscles from where he stood, which were subtle, but the London Terror knew they were only what scratched the surface of her strength. On her face and arms, she had many black tattoos that swirled across her skin, marking her out as the leader. They almost seemed to ripple, like a bed of seaweed when the sea gently rolls across it. And, despite the fact that she looked like a human teenager, Jack still wouldn't want to get into a fight with her.

This is it, Jack thought to himself. Now it's time for the little speech I've been practicing. Oh the mirrors I've broken for this moment…

"Ms. Neala," He began solemnly. "You know quite well that I'm not one of those people who'd easily be pushed about by the Sanctuary. You know I like my freedom, and that I've been fighting for it for a long time. You know—"

"Yes, yes. I seem know a lot of things. Quit being boring and get to the point."

"How would you like to help me expose magic to mortals, hm?" Jack asked very casually and very bluntly, afraid he'd already lost her.

Immediately, her interest was perked. "You want me to help you expose the most powerful force in the universe to the weakest force, which will ultimately end up in anarchy, disorganization and possibly war?" She nodded thoughtfully and said to herself "Tempting, actually…" To Jack, she asked "You want me to do this?"

"Well, there are more of us," Jack offered, feeling a bit more confident.

From behind Neala, a voice spoke up. "More of 'us'?" Jack glanced behind the leader at the speaker – A tall girl from Japan that Jack remembered quite well. Her name was Nia and she hadn't changed since the last time Jack met her; long black hair, thin frame and cold eyes.

Jack, not caring for formalities, simply nodded. "More people who are ready to earn our rightful place in this world, again."

Nia walked up to Neala, who didn't bother explaining as Nia had obviously overheard enough to understand what's going on. "What do you think, Nia?" Neala murmured thoughtfully.

"I'd like to know who the 'others' are before we agree to anything," Nia responded in her cold voice, not looking away from Jack.

"Dusk and his vampires, Vaurien Scapegrace—"

"Scapegrace?" Neala interrupted. "Isn't he a zombie, now?"

"He is…" Jack answered reluctantly.

"Scapegrace, of all people, can actually do something to help us? He's falling to pieces and you think he can help us?"

"One way or another… yes."

"He'll completely disintegrate before he can be of any use."

"Not if you heal him…?"

The corner of Neala's mouth twitched upwards. "That's so cute…" She muttered quietly. "'Heal Scapegrace'… You crack me up." Seriously, she said: "Ena is gone. And even if we did have her still, what makes you think we'd waste her energy on Scapegrace?"

"I know it's asking a lot from you, especially since Scapegrace's IQ has less digits than his height, but once we succeed… you can dispose of him any way you want." Jack cleared his throat again. "As I was saying, I have Dusk and his vampires, Scapegrace, a few sorcerers and necromancers, a few miscellaneous other pending requests… Oh, right - And a pixie by the name of Opal Koboi."

"A pixie?" Neala grew curious again. "An actual pixie?"

"She is, I admit, quite an ally…" Jack looked at her hopefully. "So are you going to help out or not?"

Neala glanced at Nia, who traded a thoughtful look with her leader. There was an awkward silence as Jack waited patiently for an answer.

If they agreed, magic, without a doubt, would be exposed to humans. Sure, there would be chaos, and sure, some people might die… But it was all for a good cause. And the first thing Jack would do is strut down the street without worry of someone trying to hit him with a purse or car… He almost smiled at the thought of it.

Neala looked back at Jack. After eyeing him suspiciously, she nodded reluctantly. "I'll think about it."