I do not own any of the Artemis Fowl Characters, Eoin (Owen) Colfer does

Chapter 1

Enter Artemis

The air froze, it is amazing how one word can change the atmosphere around you. Such as yelling fire' in a movie theater can change the atmosphere from calm enjoyment to mass panic. But not so often does the atmosphere change from calm enjoyment to dead silence. This would take a particularly strong word, or a string of words, such as "the president is dead". An everyday word like "checkmate" would usually not cause this eerie silence, maybe in your opponent, but not in an entire park. Even the birds had stopped their senseless chatter, their lovely singing.

Butler stared at the chess board in front of him, he knew enough about the game to follow it, barely. The game based so cleverly on war had moved so fast that it was hard to follow unless by experienced players. Yet the winner just sat there, calm and composed with a serene smile on his face. Almost as if he had planned it. Butler finally tore his eyes away from the board and looked at the equally stunned crowd. What he saw in their eyes confirmed what he heard.

Artemis Fowl II had lost.

"Good game." said the winner, whose name was still unknown to Butler "I never actually thought I'd meet someone who was that much of a challenge, at your level of skill you must know the feeling." The unknown chess master sat back in his seat, shaking his head. "you almost had me for a second with that rook. Thought you'd lost your marbles, but then I realized it was a feint. Almost to late!" He shook his head again. Then jumped as if he had forgotten something. "Oh! I'm sorry, where are my manners? I'm Constantine." He held out his hand.

Artemis stared at the hand as if it wasn't human, maybe it wasn't, could any human really beat him? His appall at his defeat was apparent, written all over his face. Then he composed himself. "Yes, of course, I'm Artemis Fowl." He shook the mans hand, and decided to use his use his deductive skills to learn more about the mysterious man.

Constantine was around 20, had a large build, and well toned muscles. He had to be left handed, and had scars running up his arms. He had a crew cut with just a few strands of light brown hair coming down over his eyes. He was used to money, judging by his clothes. He wore a brand name coat with a jet black shirt resting under it. His pants were also black. He had a gold ring, 24 carat by Artemis' glance, on his left hand, indicating that he was married. Young, to be married Artemis thought.

Butler's search was less thorough, searching only for weapons, none, that he could tell.

Artemis then decided that it was time to interrogate the newfound genius. "So, Constantine," he said, steeping his fingers together, "how old are you?" a trace of his vampiric smile traced across his lips.

"Exactly? I don't know." he said, the smile gone from his face the first time.

Alarm bells went off in Butlers head. "What do you mean you don't know?"

"Amnesia." Constantine said simply. "I woke up uhh, seven years ago, in the Artic with no memory of my previous life." He said he started to rub the bridge of his nose. "I amazingly enough made it out because there was a city nearby. I was in Russia apparently, I had on a dog tag that told me my name, Constantine Seven." He sighed heavily, Artemis could tell that this was a touchy subject. "Well, I managed to access my accounts, and flew back here. Checked the hall of records, found I had a house up on the hill there." He pointed to a spot by fowl manor. "And ever since then I've been trying to learn who I was. No luck though, just some stuff on my previous job."

Butler raised an eyebrow at this. "Nothing else?"

Constantine shook his head. "Nope."

Butler looked at his young charge, or not so young. Ever since Artemis had returned from Hybras, he had been different. Not just in an emotional aspect, which had changed, but physically as well. He had been working out in the manors gym, building some muscle on his previously lanky body . Also, the past three years seemed to be catching up with him. His torso, legs arms and hair growing at a phenomenal rate, it was like he was going through puberty in a manner of months. He tied his hair back in a ponytail to prevent himself from needing constant haircuts. He was also spending quite a bit more time with Holly, and an unaccountable number of embarrassing moments brought about by Holly. Butler smiled, so much for having puberty under control.

"What about your wife?" asked Artemis, looking at the odd man.

"Hmm?" Constantine was obviously caught deep in thought. "Oh, my wife is dead."

Artemis was taken aback by this. "Oh, well, I'm sorry to hear that, I-"

"Don't be." Constantine cut him off, waving his hand. "It's my own damn fault really, getting her involved..."

"Involved?" inquired Artemis.

"In my previous occupation. I was a bounty hunter." Butler nodded, and Artemis understood, being a bounty hunter was dangerous. The murder of his wife was probably somebody's twisted form of revenge. "Got my daughter too." continued Constantine, Artemis knew enough about psychology, he needed to get this off his chest. "She didn't have nothin' to do with it. And she had the prettiest blue eye's."

"from you?" Asked Artemis, noting the color of Constantine's eyes

"No her mother." A silence ensued between the two genii. The rest of the chess park had continued with their games. The clack of the pieces hitting the boards sounded like a playing card a young boy would put in his new bike to make it sound like a motorcycle.

Butler looked at his charge again, and saw a spark in Artemis' eyes. That spark sent shivers up and down Butler's spine, he was about to say something when-

"Come with us." Artemis said with a smile a genuine smile one of the things he picked up in Hybras, along with a few other things.

"Come again?" started Constantine.

"Come with us." Artemis said again getting excited, something very rare for the young genius. "We have vast resources, we may be able to get your memories back." Butler was sure these "vast" resources were the fairies, but he held his tongue.

Constantine thought for a moment. "Okay, why not?"

Butler rolled his eyes, here we go again.

This is my first chaptered fic, so please review, I might be inclined to quit writing if you don't

Your humble author

Lune

P.S. No flames please