ALWR (Prologue)
Here, I would thank you for reading this story. This idea of mine has been dwelling in me for a while, and I do hope that you would follow along as I journey in to the mind of Artemis, and reveal with me the thoughts of the great person.
This is the memories of the criminal genius Artemis Fowl. This is about his life and works, and his most hidden thoughts and all of his well-kept secrets. This is the truth about his feelings and emotions. This is his life. This is his life without regrets!
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Artemis was sitting down on his Armani leather chair, his body leaning forward as he searched his table drawer for a precious possession. After a short stint, he lifted out a small book that was covered with intricate designs of mostly Roman origins, with his initials carved in the unbending, strict spine of the book.
He flipped open the book, and its inside was made of many blink pages. As he pressed down the pages with his hands, he lifted up a fountain pen. Filling it with ink of ebony, he started scratching the pages using the pen nib, filling them with words without deceit.
This entry marks the beginning of this new journal of mine. As I wandered through my memories, I found that although I executed many dark and evil plans, yet I had developed a heart of good. I attribute all this to my good friends, the fairy race.
I feel the need to write of this, as I must pass down the memories and works of the last Fowl to the next, to continue the genius of the Fowl family. Yet, some of the heritage of this Fowl family has to be changed.
Of most importance is the motto, while the importance of gold and fortune cannot be neglected, yet from now on, a Fowl shall be one that will help others in need, and a Fowl must have a heart of gold.
I believe that it is thus that the Fowl line shall start anew, to begin a life of riches and great wealth, yet not only material wealth, but the riches of the heart.
In the end, i will prove to you that i have not, and you will not regret this new step into the future that we Fowls will make. This step will change our destiny, and will change the souls of Fowls to be.
This is the end of the first entry of Artemis Fowl the Second.
Gold is power, yet the heart of a Fowl is also a strength.
Artemis Fowl shut the book and stood up, as he looked from the window of the room, only to see green leaves flourishing in the mansion's garden. It was spring, and all was bright and fresh. A new start, Artemis thought as he smiled. How fitting.
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Well, this prologue might be a little short for your and mine standards, but bear with me. After all, this is a prologue. It might even be boring for you, but bear with me for this short chapter. I look forward to your advice in improving this story.
Yours sincerely,
Rockomaniac.