a PRH might-be-a-pointless-novel
A/N: Sorry,I know it's very cliche, and so expected from a fan. I just had to get it out of my system. I know I have other fanfictions to finish, but I don't have enough inspiration for those yet.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
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Italy was a place of tourists, historical spots and old churches. Naturaly, Artemis Fowl the Second would know everything there is to know about this amazing place. This was why he was quite surprised when his mother dragged him to a place in Italy where he had no teenest idea about it, not even the time zone.
After his mother knew about the supernatural half of his life, she had dragged her genius son across the world to places with mythological history and culture, leaving her two other sons in the care of Juliet. Artemis, of course, new each and every legend of all the 73 places they've been to. This was an exception.
He was now standing in the shade, still clinging to his habit of avoiding sunlight and declining to socialize with people with less intelectual capacity than him and/or less rich than the average millionaire. What a silly group of crowd, wearing fangs and waving red flags. He had researched about this festival while Angeline went to buy fangs for him. This was a festival where in the habitants of this place celebrate one Saint Marcus for vanquishing vampires from their land. Some silly myth. Indonesia had more promising and closer to the truth stories (He knows its true since all of them was fairy related.) Fairies were still believable, but vampires? You have got to be kidding me, was a term Artemis Fowl would have used.
As hours passed by, and as his annoying mom flicking through the shops and festival booths, he continued to cower from the sun. Anyone here would have thought him of a vampire. To make matters worse, his skin was paler than the sun and he decided to wear golden brown contacts to match his hazel eye instead of blue one (golden brown was the closest color to Holly's hazel). Plus, although he would never admit it himself, he was dazzingly handsome.
The sun changed angles, and as it did, so did Artemis Fowl's choice of shade. By 3:00 pm, he ended up under the shade of aan alley beside the grand clock tower.
"Arty, you really have to get over your sun problem. It's really tiresome to drag you around forcing you to cooperate for once!" Angeline half-screeched, half-crooned.
The prodigy rolled his eyes at his mother. He wanted so much to say "you are the tiresome one, mom." but it would have made matters worse, because he knew if he continued this conversation, it would have ended in the St. Bartleby's counselor's office.
"Stay here in your...shade...then! I'm going for a walk." The annoyed woman decided, knowing it would have no effect to her stubborn son. She marched away. Artemis didn't have to be psycologist to know her mother was pissed off. Well, problem solved. Now he can go find an internet cafe and email some banks.
Before he could move though a cold, hard hand touched his shoulder.
"Oh great. Another hybrid. Wait till Jane sees his golden eyes, its gonna take half of the universe to stop her." a velvetty voice said.
"Shut up Felix." An angelic voice to match the other one answered. Then, everything went black.
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MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I have finally did what has been bugging me for weeks. Now I'm off to write the next chapter to my Highschool FF.
Free Edward plushies for reviewers