This is an edit of the original first chapter so R&R

The second chapter will be updated soon

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It had been a long time since the great Artemis Fowl II had committed any of his daring ventures. It was almost as if the great criminal mastermind had disappeared off the face of the earth and yet money still seemed to be pouring into their marvelous estate in Ireland. However, Artemis Fowl II was no longer a kid. It was for this reason that he didn't risk everything that he had gained over stupid causes.

But this was no longer his story, although our story does start in his house.

Wind blew through one of the windows into a room which had once been Artemis' own, but had been converted to an extremely violent shade of pink. On the bed with a set of headphones trailing from her ears was undoubtedly the subject of our story.

Her dark hair wisped around her and curled down towards her hips while a set of ocean blue eyes stared thoughtfully up at the roof. She sat up and reached towards a purple school bag with her pale hand and pulled out her poetry text book and flipped it open to a page with a Sylvia Plath poem and began to read out loud to herself, studying for she herself had to write something similar for school.

The girl stood and walked towards the door pulling off the headphones as she did so. She placed the iPod on a table by the door before nudging it open with her foot. She looked down the stairs, then up towards her father's study before setting off to find inspiration for her poem.

She walked down a hall with paintings of her various male relatives that she didn't know or care for and out of curiosity began tapping on the wall as she walked along, listening to the rhythmic sound of her nail hitting the wood. She was tapping out a rhythm that always occurred to her when she was calm and contented.

A metallic ringing joined the tune and she opened her eyes. She was looking at a portrait of a man with a particularly scornful look in his eyes and she realized he was her great grandfather.

She tapped again slightly before the painting and it was the wooden sound and then she tapped on the painting and the metallic sound returned.

She ripped down the painting to see a safe behind it; too typical for her father. She looked instead at the back of the frame to see a golden disc stuck to the back of the painting. This was more liable to her father's train of thought; distract people with a big fancy safe when the real information was on a disc stuck behind the painting.

The girl removed the disc and turned to the safe again. She pressed an ear to the safe (a/n I know this wouldn't actually work but meh) and began twisting the dial. First to the left, then the right, and then back to the left again before the lock clicked and gave way before her to reveal a dozen other discs. She picked them up and closed the safe before placing the painting back in front of the safe and turning away.

Hopefully her father hadn't been watching that.

She walked out of the hall and back to her room, packing the discs in her bag, keeping her genius hidden as always and pulling out a picture book. She left it open on her bed and walked out the door again heading downstairs. She saw a locked door and knocked. There was a muffled noise on the other noise so she knocked again, more out of mock politeness than patience.

"Go away Apollina!"

Apollina smiled and removed a lock pick set from her pocket. Picking out the right tools she made quick work of the lock and stepped into her brother's room. He was sitting at his desk putting finishing touches on his homework. He looked up and turned around.

"Why did you have to be the genius?"

Apollina smiled mockingly then laughed at her brother with dry humour, "Yet who do I allow all the credit?"

Her brother looked her over intrigued.

"Sometimes I wonder how you're only eight years old."

This time Apollina smiled genuinely and her brother smiled back before sighing and returning to his desk, pressing a button to show surveillance of the whole house. He gestured to the monitor and Apollina stepped over to her brother's side looking the monitor over.

"That's the target," she whispered pointing at the monitor that pertained to the kitchen, "distraction only."

Her brother looked at the screen then back at his little sister incredulously before yelping, "Dad."

"Yes Artemis; Dad," Apollina confirmed as Artemis Fowl III looked upon her, "I need to borrow his study."

Artemis rose from his chair and exited the room looking at his sister warily; she however turned on her heel and ran upstairs to the top room of the house. She was about to open the door when she heard noises from within.

"Commander, just trust me I'm not the one doing the criminal deeds," her father's voice drifted through the wooden door easily. Normally no one would hear him as no one was allowed anywhere near his study except his bodyguard.

Apollina opened the door a crack to be able to see what was going on and a man's face was almost entirely covering one of the many monitors.

"Now see hear Fowl," The man said pointing rudely at Artemis Fowl II, "its you and we know it the only other genius in your family isn't quite old enough to be committing such crimes yet."

She couldn't see her father's face but she could hear the confusion in his next tones, "Commander, my genius is quite old enough to be doing things on his own."

"His own?"

Another face appeared on the screen but this man had what could only be described as a whinny of mirth escaping his lips.

"I thought you were a genius Fowl but your own daughter seems to have been able to fool you."

"Foaly, I am a genius and I can tell a genius and my daughter is no genius so why don't you go reign in that sense of humour of yours?"

Foaly looked extremely offended and muttered something along the lines of, 'well I never,' before disappearing off the screen when the commander returned.

"That was low Fowl, even considering some of the things you have done before to the People."

"What People?"

The words had escaped her lips before she had thought them through and suddenly there was movement as her father ran over and pulled the door open so Apollina did the only thing her juvenile mind afforded her.

She turned tail and ran down the stairs.