DISCLAIMER: Artemis Fowl and the gang belong to Eoin Colfer. Odd characters belong to me.
Artemis Fowl: The Soul Stones
By Wolfjmk
Chapter one: A Wolf in Angel's clothing
Dublin, Ireland
1332 (Dark ages)
Rain poured down heavily on the Irish grass lands and the wind was kicking up. With this strong storm it was hard for the small cloaked figure about the size of a child, to walk towards the castle that sat in the center of the field. With some luck on its side some how the small figure made it to the castle. The castle stood tall and proud, even though it was easy to see by the cracks in the walls and the way it swung in the wind that it would not stand for much longer. The small figure pushed on the door. Sadly with no luck the door wouldn't open. The small cloaked figure stared up at the cloudy sky.
"I've traveled all this way by myself, through dragon filled woods, smelly bogs and I almost got eaten by a troll just to make it here. And I can't get the stupid door to open!" Said the figure slamming its head hard on the door and kept it there. Without any warning the door opened and the small figure laid face first on the ground. The small figure looked up to see a very tall teenager in a cloak just like his standing in front of him.
"Funny I would have thought that little imp would have been here by now." Said the mysteries teenager.
"I told you I'm an elf you mud girl! NOT AN IMP" Shouted the small figure getting to his feet and brushing it self off. The teenager looked down.
"I'll stop calling you that when you stop calling me a mud girl. I'm almost and adult."
"Almost is right." Said the elf.
"Know your going to get it." Said the teenager. Both start to argue and grabbed each other about to go into and out brawl when all of a sudden…
"SILENCE!" Yelled a booming voice. Both figures turn and say and angel like creature with huge gold wings spread wide about five feet from shoulder to wing tips. Its eyes glowing bright blue. "Sit down and be quiet." The angel's voice sounded like a chorus of harps playing all in a beautiful tone. Both the elf and the teenager let go of one another and sat quietly at the table next to the angel. The angel's wings closed behind him and its eyes stopped glowing. "Remember what we are here for. If we fail we well less both peace between the mudman and fairies and maybe the world as we know it." Both figures lowered there heads.
"Forgive us your highness." Both said looking like dogs that just got denied a threat. A medium built figure (bigger then the elf but small then the girl) with burnt hands picking through the sleeves of her cloak sat on the opposite side of the angel. It was writing on a piece of paper with a quill. It gave a small giggle.
The angel like creature got out of its chair and began to circle the table. It had a troubled look on its face. This made the others nerves. "I have called all of you, my dear friend both of breeds of fairy, mudman and mud fairy alike." The angel said staring at each one of them sadly. "Darien has grown in great strength and if this isn't stop he well destroy us all." The angel slammed his fist to the table. "So I have finally come up with a plan to end this….but this will be dangerous and will leave us very weak for a short time, and we will be left open for attack. But I'm not asking you to do this for us but for your people." They all jump and yelled.
"For our people!" the cheered. Will except the cloaked figure with the burnt hand, it held up a sign that said 'for our people.' The angel couldn't hide a smile.
"That's the spirit!" Said the angel, taking out four small stones with strange symbols. One stood out from the others it was a black stone. "We will put a little piece of ourselves into our stones." The angel placed the odd stone out by him and handed the rest to the other. "Hold them as tightly as you can." The others did as they were told. And the suddenly felt the energy slowly drained out of them. All the stones glowed as magic filled them. The angel only put a little bit of its power in the odd stone and the rest seems to dance over the others. The angel stopped giving up its magic but it seemed the other stones were draining magic form the others fast. The angel started to laugh darkly, its harp like voice turning into a cold icy growl.
"Your highness what happening. I don't understand." Asked the elf in a weak tone. The angel laughed and pulled of the cloak. The wings want with it. There before them was no longer an angel but a wolfish beast. It stood tall with a very muscular white furry form, with eyes like a wild beast and had teeth as sharp as daggers. And toughs' dagger like teeth made a smile. "DARIEN!?!" They all yelled in weak tones (will the burnt handed figure could only make a meep noise) . In truth that's all they could do, before they all slowly fell into a deep sleep.
Darien walked around the table picking up the stone. "Sorry, you know what they say. Survive of the fittest." A deep grow like laugh echoed through the empty castle. He slowly walked towards the first door, tossing up and down the stones as he walked. Suddenly one of the large windows in the room exploded. Darien spun around and saw the angel that he had just impersonated standing on the table before him. "FROND!"
Then angel pulled back his hood, he hand a long pointed ears, golden eyes, black hair and a face that would make a girl swoon. Frond looked at the out cold group at the table. "Arthur!" he shake the elf like figure, then the burnt hand figure. "Maxwell!" the looked and saw the teenage girl figure. "Piper!" Frond got on one knee and punched the table. "Darien want have you done? You have go to far this time." Frond flow off the table (literally) at Darien at full force, slamming him through a wall and on to the ground hard. The stones flow over the field. The storm grower louder and stronger then before, as if the storm knew they were fighting.
"Their fate is your fault. And only you and I now what you are guilty of!" Darien yelled punching Frond hard in the chin. Frond landed hard on his right wing. The wing made a sickening crack. Frond winced in pain, but only for a second. Darien got down on all fours and dashed towards Frond at full force and leaped at him. Frond jumped to his feet. He let magic gather in his fist and as Darien came down on him, Frond let the magic fly from his fingers. Darien was thrown hard through the castle wall again. Frond fell to his knees as the pain in his wing started to grow. Frond tried to catch his breath and looked up. A horrified expression crossed his face. The castle swung and cracked and began to fall apart. Frond could only watch as the castle crushed both his enemy Darien, and what ever hope his friends' bodies may have still been alive.
Frond slowly stood up and gathered the stones that now held the souls of his friends and began to walk away from what was left of the castle.
Night slowly fell on the Irish landscape and the moon hung high in the clear sky. Normally king Frond loved this, but not to night. No, to night was I night of nothing but pain. Frond walked over and sat below a twisted tree. With his right wing
"I'm sorry I wasn't there sooner my friends, but I promise you your souls will be free one day. For know go where you souls will feel safe." He said rubbing the three stones in his hand. One was purple with a black twisted design. Another was red with a cool blue color J shaped design and finally a beautiful topaz stone with a green swirl design. He gave the stone what would seem to be a hug and blow a stream of blue magic over them. The magic lifted the stones from his handed and sent them flying off in different directions and out of site. Frond took a sharp stone and began to carve Gnommish into the side of the tree. "There the spell is written." He picked a blue stone and dug a small hole under the words. He held the stone tight in his hand tell he felt the magic drain totally out of him. The stone know had a design of a crown with wings on it. He dropped the stone into the ground and covered it. "I'll see you soon my friends…" he said with his last breath. His whole body went limp.
A red shadow hovered over the King's lifeless body. "You won't get away from me so easily.
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