Sadly, I do not own Artemis Fowl. I desperately wish I did though. *sigh*
"Check." Minerva Paradizo smirked at the raven-haired boy playing chess with her. He was technically three years older than her, but due to traveling through time trying (and succeeding) to save the island of Hybras, he was out of time for three years. She had grown older, had grown up, but he had not. Now they were evenly matched. "Your turn Artemis." Artemis moved his rook into place, seemingly without any thought. "Check mate, Minerva." He grinned in the way that he knew bothered her. "I assumed you knew the Bashkir game." Minerva knew it wasn't actually the smirk that bothered her. It was the fact that he reserved the look for her when he beat her intellectually. She looked at the board, wondering how she hadn't noticed the play. Suddenly, she heard a soft thump. Artemis lay dead on the grass, his smirk still coating his face, though his eyes were vacant. She saw the slit in his throat bleeding. She knew that a cut in that position would quickly bleed out. There was a shadow cast on his body. Minerva glanced up at
Abbot, the (former) leader of the demons. He held a sword coated in Artemis Fowl II blood. "Miss me?" he asked.
"Artemis!" Minerva sat upright in the bed of the guest room of Fowl Manor. Butler burst through the door. After a quick check of the room, he allowed his charge to enter. "Thank you old friend," Artemis said, patting Butler just below the shoulder (the highest place he could reach). He sat on the edge of Minerva's bed. "What is it Minerva?" She told Artemis what she had dreamed.
"There's a storm coming Artemis."
"I know, Minerva. I know." Five words, Artemis thought. A good round number.
Please review. This is my first oneshot, my second fic. Don't be overly harsh, but constructive criticism is always good.