Hello!! This is my First Ever FanFic!! I wrote the first chapter (this one) as a separate story from the Later Chapers, but made them one fanfic!!

Here is the Ledgen:

Bold Diary Entry

Bold & Underlined Place/Time

Disclaimer!! I do not own the Artemis Fowl serise, so if you hate this story,it is not the AllMighty Eoin Colfer's Fault (It's MINE)!!

My eyes were filled with tears. I looked outside by looking within myself. My many layers of vision had kept me out of trouble. Then I met him.

One Year Earlier

I had just received a strange message on the answering machine in my flat.

I lived just south of Lake Michigan, but I was born, and raised in Dublin. Shortly after my birth the doctors pronounced me "clinically blind". My parents didn't want to take any chances with my health, so the decided to wait until I could talk before having any surgery done. Well, when I could talk, I was found "mentally handicapped" and "delusional" because I claimed to be able to see, but not just the visible spectrum, everything. When my eyes were closed, shut tight, I could see everything I closed my eyes on. When it was dark, pitch black, I could see, while others were blind. I could see underwater. I could see ultra violet and infrared light. I could see it all. I became a medical miracle at 4 years old.

The message was different than the normal messages I receive. It sounded threatening, while still sounding caring and kind. I knew who was calling me – The person on the other end of the answering machine – was a genius.

I am a genius. I knew that before the testing. After the testing I felt like an alien, a lab rat, an outcast. I was different. I read novels by the age of 7, while my classmates learned the alphabet. Many of the books I read were about geniuses, mostly criminal masterminds - evil child prodigies. I was not influenced well, media wise, at least. Most of my peers – College graduates – believed that I was insane believing in geniuses (or "Genii") such as Artemis Fowl, but I knew otherwise.

The voice on the other end of the machine made me shiver slightly. I did a vocal scan and found that my conclusion was correct, as per usual. It was the voice of my father, Artemis Fowl II.

My parents always believed that I had special abilities, because they knew something I didn't, and still don't. All I know is that they know something about me that even I don't know.

"Anna Sophia, why haven't you called?" My father's voice was outraged. "Minevera and I have been worried about you. You know you are sop-" I turned off the answering machine.

Minevera is my mother, or, at the very least, my Father's roommate. My parents slept in two separate wings in Fowl Manor. We all go by Mother's maiden name because the Fowl name is famous. I do not believe that the escapades told in the numerous Artemis Fowl books are real, though, all things considered, it might explain a lot. I am only 14, but I live completely alone, save Juliet, my father's old bodyguard's little sister. Juliet is a professional wrestler, but is working as my "nanny" in numerous ways.

I slowly walked into the bathroom and turned on my shower. I undressed quickly and hopped into the shower. The warm water soothed my extremely tense muscles.

Though I am still a minor I have already received my degree proving that I am a massage therapist, though I took I page from my parents book to receive the online diploma (I used a witty pseudonym).

I heard the beep as Juliet unlocked the high-tech alarm system my father created. I turned off the shower and stepped onto the lukewarm bathroom tiles. I wrapped myself in a heavy cotton towel and dried off.

"Juliet!" I called, my voice strong yet gentle.

"Yes, Anna Sophia?" She asked, her voice coming from the main room of the 4-bedroom, 2 story flat.

"Do you have any friends over?" I called out, not wanting to run through a hallway full of 20-year-old college students. That would be slightly embarrassing.

"Nope. No one here besides us." Juliet sounded up beat, though I knew she was faking it. Juliet enjoyed having company over. With the conformation I needed, I quickly ran down the hallway to my own room.

Once I entered my temporary home – for we were moving again in 2 weeks time – I finished drying off and changed into a pair of silk pajamas. I ran a comb through my now clean hair. My tick, auburn hair went down to my elbows or, more simply, my mid to lower back. I gazed at my reflection in the full-length mirror. I had my father's face, or part of it, anyway. My eyes were a deep, clear, strong, sapphire blue, like my father's eyes. I had a determined chin and perfect, thin eyebrows. My lips were small, yet full, opposite to the lips of both my parents. My nose was slightly smaller than normal and slightly crooked. I could also smile a vampire smile like my father's.

I exited the room without giving it a second glance. I carried a comb and several hair elastics in my right hand, while my left hand clutched a novel I was reading. I walked downstairs to find Juliet in the kitchen, making dinner.

"How's it going, Sophie?" Juliet asked, smiling.

"Fine, thank you. What are we having for dinner?" I asked, not because I'm curious, but do to the fact that I am intending to read a lot and would like to plan accordingly.

"How is lasagna, Caesar salad, and garlic bread?" She asked.

"Good. When will it be finished?" I sounded tired, even a little weary.

"Is three minutes a good amount of time?" She asked, wondering what I could be up to.

"That is just enough time for me to finish my homework." I smiled at the small joke I had made. I don't receive homework, due to the fact that I made my teachers (who are all idiots, by the way) feel stupid and intellectually challenged.

I sat down on one of the armchairs in the lounge next to the kitchen. On the small tables close to the chair I was in was the first Artemis Fowl book. I picked it up, though I had already read the book, cover to cover. I placed the novel I was reading in its place.

"So this is my father?" I murmured to myself as flipped the book open. I read the description of Artemis Fowl intently, and then compared the child in the book to my father.

Cold demeanor. Check.

Highly technological. Check.

Genius. Check.

Raven hair. Check.

Blue eyes. Check.

Bodyguard named Butler. Maybe.

Bodyguard has a sister named Juliet. Maybe.

"Annie, dinner." Juliet said as she poked her head out through the doorway.

I slowly walked into the kitchen. I sat and began eating, wondering how to ask Juliet my question, when the phone rang. I knew it was for me, but I allowed Juliet to answer it. I was looking at the way my hands looked in heat-vision. It was an interesting sight. I was looking forward to getting my medical degree in two years.

"Anna, phone." Juliet was holding the portable phone for me.

"Thank you, Juliet." I said, only just realizing how much I sounded like my father, or at least the Artemis Fowl in the books.

"Hello?" I asked, the phone at my ear.

"Hello, Anna Sophia." Said a male voice on the other end of the phone line.

I was going to end it with just 'Hello Anna Sophia' but decided not to.

Please Review!! Thanks!!

Oh! By the way, Anna has hebrew origins and means GRACE, while Sophia has greek origins and means WISDOM!! Perfect for Arty's li'l gril!!