A/H: So ha, Lily! I did (start) an Artemis Fowl fanfic!
To everyone else: please enjoy. Actually, my fic will suck in comparison to Lily's (hopelily). So…if you don't like mine, go read hers.
It's Artemis Fowl: Collision of the Worlds (or something close to that.) P
Prologue
Fowl Manor is an ancient home, jammed with security systems and eighteenth century splendor. The gateway was a gorgeous affair of twisting designs and black iron. Splendid as the house may be, the occupants are even better.
Artemis Fowl the Second, technically eighteen but in reality a few years younger than that, a prodigy in all aspects, is the main character of our story. His manservant, Butler – a friend, cook, and bodyguard rolled into one massive package, is also a major part of Artemis's life, being around him at all times. His mother, Angeline Fowl, and his father, Artemis Fowl the first, and Artemis's young twin siblings, also occupy the manor, but they do not appear in this story much. The twins do not show signs of Artemis's genius, but they do show signs of being too cute for anyone's good.
It was night time during Artemis's summer vacation, and he was sitting in his bedroom, talking with Holly Short, his diminutive elf friend, a sharp and pretty Captain of the LEPrecon. For once, her face was not on his fairy communicator. She was actually in his room. Artemis's parents had gladly allowed Artemis to have his little friend over; delighted that he actually had a friend. They were even more delighted to find her a girl, and had insisted on going off to a spa for the weekend with the twins, leaving Butler in charge. "Now Artemis," his father had said with a broad wink, "we trust you to be responsible!" Honestly. Holly was more than a century older than Artemis. Only Artemis Fowl Junior's parents would leave him basically alone with his friend in the ancient Fowl Manor for a whole weekend.
They were in his room talking, and Butler had withdrawn to give them some privacy. As Butler patrolled the halls of the manor, head bowed in thought, he heard something as he passed the room Artemis and Holly were in.
They were sobs – the kind of sobs that someone makes when they are trying to be quiet, but can't help themselves if they are loud. Butler was concerned.
"Artemis?" he called out, wondering whether he should go in or not. The sobs simply intensified. "Artemis. Artemis, I'm coming in. What's wrong?" He scowled. He knew Holly wouldn't hurt Artemis…was that Holly crying? Artemis never cried. But then, there was a first time for everything. He wondered if they were happy sobs, not having much experience in the crying area. But they didn't sound happy at all to him.
Butler pushed open the door and stepped in. The light was very bright in here, bright white light. It was a fairly large room – Artemis's bedroom. The bed was a huge King-sized one, with an amazingly firm and comfortable mattress. The blankets and comforters were thick and dark green. The walls were painted a paler green. The ground was wooden, but a light brown rug covered part of it. The mahogany desk and bookshelf were in one corner. Artemis's closet was at the other end of the room.
Someone was in the bed – but only one person, Butler saw, by the contours of the figure. Where was the other person? The sobbing was coming from the person in the bed.
Butler hesitantly stepped over to the bed, his mind whirring. What in the world was happening… ? Had they had a fight? But his gut told him that something worse was afoot, much less petty than a fight.
He hesitated when he got to the bed, worrying over what to do. If it was Holly in the bed, where was Artemis? But if Artemis was in the bed – Artemis never cried.
Butler was a man of strong resolve, after all, and he cared for Artemis and Holly very much. He dithered only a second before he pulled off the comforter, not knowing who to expect.
The crying continued, and Butler felt tears in his own eyes as he looked down at the person in front of him.
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Ending note: Please give me some constructive criticism. I deperately need it.