Disclaimer: Of course we don't own Artemis Fowl or we wouldn't be on but working on the latest book of the Fowl series. Since we don't own the book; here we are!
My cousin decided not do the fanfiction thing, but we did come up with a few chapters. It was fun working with someone on a story and I think it made the story even better! We talked on the phone, we emailed each other, we beat each other up on what would happen in the story when we actually met in person. But the end result came out FANtastic. Don't worry. I'll eventually get my cousin to join the darkside. We WILL get her into fanfiction. Anyways, read and reveiw PLZ!
Prologue:
"You're not going to back out are you?" asked Quill as he studied Aspen's pale and frightened face. "You do remember our promise, right?"
"Through thick and thin," murmured Aspen. "Of course I remember it. I'm just thinking…about whether or not this is the right course of action to take."
"It's the only course of action to take," said Quill firmly. He arranged the night shade in a pentagon shape and placed a black candle in the center of the pentagon.
The night was chilly but cloudless. A bright yellow moon shone in the star speckled sky. The sight was breathtaking. Aspen rubbed his hands together in an effort to warm himself as he gazed up at the sky. Tears threatened to spill from his dark green eyes but he refused to let them flow freely where Quill could see them. He was cold. He was tired. More than anything he was afraid.
The grassy glade where they were performing the spell was too quiet for Aspen's nerves. He began humming a lullaby Mimsy used to hum to them when they were kids.
"Could you stop that?" snapped Quill.
"Why?" Aspen turned to see Quill bent over a rock with a look of intense concentration as he scratched in various rune symbols into the surface. There were four more rocks to go, one for each corner of the pentagon.
"It's distracting," answered Quill finally.
"It's supposed to be soothing," said Aspen indignantly.
"Well it's doing the opposite of what it's supposed to be doing."
"Sorry."
"It's alright, Aspen. I'm just edgy. There's a hundred and one ways this thing could go wrong."
"Quill?"
"What?"
"How did you learn how to do black magic?"
"The internet."
"Stop playing around. Esmeralda never taught you black magic, did she?"
"I read a book once. About necromancy. It was…interesting. I decided not to focus on that one branch of the dark arts and decided to study the entire thing."
"I heard that you needed sacrifices for what you're trying to do."
Quill paused over his third rock. Then he continued scratching in the rune for water.
"Absolute nonsense," he said with a laugh. "All the blood and guts and sacrificial virgins…ideas conjured up by Hollywood. Where'd you hear that garbage?"
"I read it somewhere."
"The internet can be misleading. Just some friendly advice. If you need information on how to give yourself first aid, don't go to the internet for help. Do yourself a favor and call 911 before you end up worse off than where you started."
"I read it in a book."
"Not everything you read is true."
"How do you know that this will work?"
"What is this? An interrogation? It just will, alright Aspen?"
"Quill?"
"What is it now, Aspen?"
"You sound nervous."
"Of course I'm nervous. There's a hundred and one ways this thing could blow up in our faces. If I screw up just one detail…the poop will hit the fan and everything will be one, big mess."
"Quill?"
Quill stopped to glare at Aspen.
"What?" he asked, impatient to finish his fifth rock.
"I love you. Through thick and thin."
Quill looked away.
"I love you too," he mumbled.