Author's Note: Helloooouu! Just like to say that these character are of course not owned by moi, but by Mr. Colfer. And I do admit that some parts are quite OOC, but hope you'll enjoy it anyways. I totally messed up by accidentally deleting the last one, which was almost a carbon copy of this, but I wanted this to be on so, sorry. (awkward chuckle) I'm such a dummy! :D
A short expert from Artemis Fowl's Diary
Dear readers,
I'm about to pour my entire soul out to you. Ok, I'm lying. I don't normally do this, but a friend suggested that it may relieve me of some stress. And if you ever dared to utter a word of this, I'll…umm…I'll tell Butler to jumpy jump on your head. Have I made myself clear? Good.
I confess. I, Artemis Fowl II, am for the first time in my 14 years on earth, and three others time travelling, confused. Lacking my usual elegance in vocabulary; but yes, I am very much confused. Having gone through all my adventures with the fairy folk, I am feeling something strange. A new emotion perhaps? No, it isn't looove. And please do not try and convince me that this is "the magic of fairies". I'm already sounding like a gibbering moron as is.
I…I don't know. Somehow, to my dislikes, things are changing. My victories are no longer a thrill, but are empty and meaningless nowadays. Of course I'd go online and take a glance at my bank account, then that feeling immediately fades away. But as they say, good things don't last very long. And that tiny twinge of guilt is coming back more often than ever! It's driving me insane!
My mother. I've always loved her. Just never as much as I feel I do now. The joy in her eyes just liberates me! And I never really realized how much I wanted to jump onto my father's lap and have him read me a ridiculous story about a wolf and a boy, until I felt the happiness in my fellow twin brothers, Myles and Beckett. I have not ever dared to go near my father when I was young. It was the fear of him scolding me, to stand straighter and hold my gaze steady like a proper man, that kept me away.
And I probably won't get much closer to him now. I'm not a child anymore, and it's the twin's turn to have fun with mother and father. What's that word I'm looking for? Yes, jealousy. I never had my turn to be just a child and have fun like every other. Who am I trying to kid. To be just a child? Like every other? I can't think of anything more repulsive; other than Mulch Diggums' blast from his large behind. No offence though, Mulch. And what do I care? What about the more important things in life? What about "Aurum Est Potestas"? Is nothing ever the same anymore?
I'm not good at these emotional kinds of things, but this I'll have to say. I am greatly um…grateful for, I guess what we may call friends. Butler is a great man. Though massive, but still enjoys romance novels. Yes, I have found that out. He is my shield. Holly Short. A great friend she is. (not in a tone of sarcasm.) I still wish she would join my side; but if she did, I might lose a lot of respect for her. By the way, that kiss meant nothing. We were just both happy that the brains of this operation were still alive.
I very much admire the fairy folk. Their technology is so…advanced! I could make millions off them if I ever got my hands on those. But I won't try and put everything together again like the "C Cube" ever again. I'll probably even make some adaptations to dumb it down a little before putting it on the market. Someone can easily morph those together the way I did, and make a dangerous weapon to use against me. I'm not a complete idiot you know. But of course, there's hardly anything I can't conquer. I believe I have saved the world for at least four times already. Hey, they don't call me a genius for nothing.
Foaly is the most amazing little pony I've ever met in my life. He invented most of the LEP equipment, he has witty retorts, and the best of all, he can do tricks! That was a joke. But it's true, no matter how much I hate admitting it: Someday, there's a chance of him outsmarting to greatest criminal mastermind ever lived. Me.
Mulch and I are naturally partners; but it's so sad to see commander Root go. And all because of a little pixie with a manipulative mind. I don't know whether I should seek revenge on Opal Koboi, or team up with her. I think I'll settle with revenge. Just because she risked my mother's life as well as mine and Holly's for a stupid dream of world domination.
You know very well by now not to weigh my words heavily because you know I can never be completely truthful. The reason for that is I wouldn't want to expose unwanted weaknesses to my foes. But I promise you, the next sentence is nothing but the truth. I am tired. I do not wish to wake up every morning and worry that there is a flaw in my multiple plans and schemes. I no longer even wish to have plans. I feel a faint glow of my conscience beckoning me to go straight. But this life is so predictable sometimes, that I'm literally bored to death. My brain cells are wasted everyday of my life, I need to be challenged. Yes, I have considered suicide before, but the option is dumber than, than…goblins! No, trolls.
Well my time is up for today; I have scheduled a lesson on Einstein's General Theory with Myles, Beckett, and Professor Primate. So if you'll excuse me…
Hey, it's been real, it's been fun. But it hasn't been real fun. Oh and remember, if you breathe a word of this, I will hunt you down. Ok, bye!