I am not really sure yet which part of Artemis Fowl this is based after, it might be all over the place (so if you do not want spoilers for the seventh book etc. don't read this) also I have only read the first Percy Jackson book but other charters might be added in latter once I have read the rest of the books.
Ok lets just get this clear. I don't own Percy Jackson or Artemis Fowl. I might own an ancient calculator older then I am and a few other things though.
I smoothed out my Italian silk suit as there was a knock on the door "Come in." I called in my normal calm business voice.
It was only my mother she looked kind of scared, how she usually did when she had bad news.
"What is it Mother?" I asked even though I knew she would not tell me until she was ready.
"That's just it, I am not your mother." Out of all the things I thought she might say, it was definitely not that.
"What do you mean?" How could she not be my mother?
"When I was pregnant your father was called away on urgent business, as you know." I could tell she would start crying soon even with out being able to read body language, she continued on "The baby came early, but died after an hour of being born."
I handed her my handkerchief. I was never good in these kind of situations. "So where do I come into this?" I enquired shocked, of course I didn't show it though.
"I came home to ring your father and on the door step was a cradle made of solid gold, inside it was you" I smiled inwardly, ironic.
"Did you tell Father?" I asked trying to get my head around it all, which was a first for me.
"No." she laughed kind of guiltily. "I was worried he would wont to get a divorce, I was an idiot." I went to pour her a drink of wine but she grabbed the bottle off me, taking large mouthfuls.
"Did you ever wonder why…"she hiccuped before continuing. "why when I was ill I kept on saying you were not my Arty?" Of course I did, how could I not? "Yes." I said simply. My one normal morning had turned into one of my least normal mornings.
Even less normal then when I woke up to a swear toad on my pillow as a birthday present from Mulch Diggums.
"That's why. There was a letter in your cradle as well." she said and handed me a letter.
The edge of the letter was gold but the paper was a pearly colour and was written in Greek, thankfully Greek was one of the many languages I can read and speak fluently. Some of my teachers said I was better at it then English. The letter said:
Αγαπητέ Angelina και Artemis όρνιθες,
με κάθε σεβασμό, είστε συζύγους μου στενούς συγγενείς και ελπίζω εσείς θα μεταχειρίζεται μας ως γιος τη δική σας. Εάν υπάρχει κάθε χρόνο, αν είναι να επικίνδυνο να διατηρεί τον ίδιο μαζί σας (μπορείτε να γνωρίζουν τι : εάν ο χρόνος ποτέ τεθεί) στείλει στην παρούσα διεύθυνση: τρείς, το γεωργικό τομέα των οδικών, μεγάλο νησί, Νέα Υόρκη. Ορισμένοι θα συναντήσουν εκεί.
Ειλικρινά σας,
Arislinia Jackson
Or in English:
Dear Angelina and Artemis Fowl,
With all due respect, you are my husband's closest relatives and I am hoping you will treat our son as your own. If there is every a time where it is to dangerous to keep him with you (you will know what I mean if the time ever comes) send him to this address: 3, Farm Road, Long Island, New York. Someone will meet him there.
Yours sincerely,
Arislinia Jackson
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