Hey guys! This is my second fic for Artemis Fowl!I really hope you enjoy, and please review! You guys are so awesome! This one is rated a little higher as far as ages go. I'm guessing "Mid to Late Teen" rating? Just for some mature themes. nothing too bad though :D
Prologue
Year 1805
"Amina Vasquez," the man held tightly onto a scroll. A starved woman raised her head to meet a sea of people. Her deep prayer had been broken by this harsh voice. He continued. "You have been found guilty of treason, murder, thievery, and the dark arts, thus you have been sentenced to hang from the neck until dead."
The crowd, whose jeers had been less prominent, broke into a cannibalistic frenzy. Animals; they were animals, every last one of them. They could not touch her, for she was standing far above them on a wooden platform. In fact, the creaking sounds announced that the wood could break at any moment. She wished that it would.
"Please..." Amina brought her eyes back down, breathing heavily. Her head was spinning as the noose was fastened around her neck. Her voice was drowned completely by the shouting.
Those foolish on goers; death was just a sport for them. Little did they know that the same fate would soon take them as well. The rope dug itself into her neck, causing blood to bubble outwards, bathing her skin.
She fought back the urge to sob.
"This is your last chance." The offer was so quiet that Amina was not sure it was real. If it were not for the hot breath against her ear, she would have thought she made it up. Amina turned her head sideways to meet a gray haired man dressed in the finest of clothing. He had been standing in silence this whole time.
"James," She pleaded, "James, please do not do this."
"Tell me where the amulet is, and I will make this all go away." He gestured to the rope. "You know that I can."
Her dark eyes opened to the size of quarters. This calm man was giving her a way out; her hands trembled. He could stop all of this for a simple price. The amulet. She bit her lip so hard that it began to bleed. She wished so hard that she could trust this man, but she knew that she could not. She could not trust him from the moment that she met him.
Amina looked upwards at the early morning sky, and broke down. The tears left newly cleansed streaks against her otherwise dirty face. She was absolutely terrified.
"Give me courage." She begged. Finally, she took a deep breath, and spit in the man's face.
"You will never touch it! As long as you live, you will never touch it!"
"If that is how you feel," He began, "I wash my hands of you. It's a shame. You were so pretty." He took a handkerchief from his pocket, and dabbed where her spit landed. The gaze in his eyes blacked as he backed away, and motioned for the executioner to pull the lever.