Author's Notes: Hey everybody! Now, this is my first Artemis Fowl fic
that's actually good, so I decided to post it! Yay for me! ^_^ The prologue
doesn't really give away much of the plot because it's so short. I guess
that's okay, but to find out what the whole plot is, you need to read the
next chapter, which isn't exactly posted yet, but when it is posted, you
need to read it!
Disclaimer: Ugh, don't you just *hate* these? I do, but I have to do it anyway. Okay. I don't own Artemis Fowl. There. I said it. Now I don't have to do it again. The only person I own, so far anyway, is Lara, but she's not in this chapter. I don't own Hazel (unfortunately) either; my friend Emma does. To read her story about Hazel, go to find ^^^up there^^^ and type in the lil search thingy coffemione. Weird name, I know, but I'm not the one who cracked up every time she read "Hermione, step *away* from the coffee!" Don't ask. Long story. Anyway! And now, I present to you, the prologue of Finding Atlantis!
Prologue
Tara, Ireland; 15 years ago
Artemis Fowl I stepped from out of the shadows as soon as he saw a man walking toward the ancient oak tree. Fowl glanced quickly behind the tree and made sure that the tiny baby was still asleep. She was. Fowl turned around with a faint sigh to face the man in front of him. The man's back was turned, so Fowl called out in a bored tone, "Mr. Faye, I presume?"
Mr. Faye, an American business man, jumped visibly at the combination of Fowl's cruel yet bored voice, the fact that he didn't know where it came from, that it was a full moon and that they were in the middle of an empty Irish field with only the oak tree as the tallest thing for miles. When Mr. Faye saw the black-haired crime lord, he walked over to him and said quietly, "You must be Mr. Fowl."
"Yes, who else would I be?" Fowl snapped. "Now, I am in a hurry. I have other. business to attend to. This mustn't take long."
Mr. Faye nodded, and after a minute, he asked, "I understand, but I have one question. Why did you choose me to do this? I mean, I'm perfectly capable of it, but my family and I don't have enough money to take care of another child."
Fowl sighed in exasperation. "I chose you to do this because you are one of the few people I trust, and I know you can do this. And, don't worry about your financial situation at the moment. You will have plenty of money to take care of her by the end of the week," he explained.
Mr. Faye sighed in relief, but asked one more question: "Why are you doing this, though? What would force you to do something so.so depressing?" "The reason is that my enemies have been trying to kidnap her. She needs to be safe. Her mother and I both agree that there is no other way of dealing with this, so we had no choice but to contact you," Fowl said with stifled sadness in his voice.
"Oh," was all the American could say.
Fowl walked back over to the ancient tree, and he noticed a slight haze around the base. He picked up the baby girl and she awakened, her mismatched eyes staring up at him. She was unusually calm for a baby of 4 months. Fowl went to hand her to Mr. Faye, then, Fowl instructed in a business-like tone, "When you get back to America, you and your family must change your names and relocate yourselves, preferably far away from New York. You must find new jobs, ones that are completely inconspicuous. When you have done so, contact me and tell me your new names, location and jobs."
Mr. Faye nodded again, and Fowl turned to leave. "What's her name?" Chris Faye blurted before Fowl disappeared.
Artemis Fowl I stopped in his tracks, but did not turn around. He hesitated before calling out softly, "Atlantis. Atlantis Audi Fowl."
Author's Note: Whew! What a great place to end, dontcha think? HAHAHA I'm so evil!!! And Emma knows it, too. Lol. For more details, ask her, or you can ask me in your review that you're going to type in a few seconds! Now isn't that the smart thing to do? Yeah, that's what I thought. ;-D. So, do ya see that little box down there? Now click on "go" and submit a review!!!! I'm sorry, I just love reviews, even if they're bad. Hehe. But I'm not as obsessive as Emma, who gets high off of coke and crème soda. ^_^. ~Luv from Raven~
Disclaimer: Ugh, don't you just *hate* these? I do, but I have to do it anyway. Okay. I don't own Artemis Fowl. There. I said it. Now I don't have to do it again. The only person I own, so far anyway, is Lara, but she's not in this chapter. I don't own Hazel (unfortunately) either; my friend Emma does. To read her story about Hazel, go to find ^^^up there^^^ and type in the lil search thingy coffemione. Weird name, I know, but I'm not the one who cracked up every time she read "Hermione, step *away* from the coffee!" Don't ask. Long story. Anyway! And now, I present to you, the prologue of Finding Atlantis!
Prologue
Tara, Ireland; 15 years ago
Artemis Fowl I stepped from out of the shadows as soon as he saw a man walking toward the ancient oak tree. Fowl glanced quickly behind the tree and made sure that the tiny baby was still asleep. She was. Fowl turned around with a faint sigh to face the man in front of him. The man's back was turned, so Fowl called out in a bored tone, "Mr. Faye, I presume?"
Mr. Faye, an American business man, jumped visibly at the combination of Fowl's cruel yet bored voice, the fact that he didn't know where it came from, that it was a full moon and that they were in the middle of an empty Irish field with only the oak tree as the tallest thing for miles. When Mr. Faye saw the black-haired crime lord, he walked over to him and said quietly, "You must be Mr. Fowl."
"Yes, who else would I be?" Fowl snapped. "Now, I am in a hurry. I have other. business to attend to. This mustn't take long."
Mr. Faye nodded, and after a minute, he asked, "I understand, but I have one question. Why did you choose me to do this? I mean, I'm perfectly capable of it, but my family and I don't have enough money to take care of another child."
Fowl sighed in exasperation. "I chose you to do this because you are one of the few people I trust, and I know you can do this. And, don't worry about your financial situation at the moment. You will have plenty of money to take care of her by the end of the week," he explained.
Mr. Faye sighed in relief, but asked one more question: "Why are you doing this, though? What would force you to do something so.so depressing?" "The reason is that my enemies have been trying to kidnap her. She needs to be safe. Her mother and I both agree that there is no other way of dealing with this, so we had no choice but to contact you," Fowl said with stifled sadness in his voice.
"Oh," was all the American could say.
Fowl walked back over to the ancient tree, and he noticed a slight haze around the base. He picked up the baby girl and she awakened, her mismatched eyes staring up at him. She was unusually calm for a baby of 4 months. Fowl went to hand her to Mr. Faye, then, Fowl instructed in a business-like tone, "When you get back to America, you and your family must change your names and relocate yourselves, preferably far away from New York. You must find new jobs, ones that are completely inconspicuous. When you have done so, contact me and tell me your new names, location and jobs."
Mr. Faye nodded again, and Fowl turned to leave. "What's her name?" Chris Faye blurted before Fowl disappeared.
Artemis Fowl I stopped in his tracks, but did not turn around. He hesitated before calling out softly, "Atlantis. Atlantis Audi Fowl."
Author's Note: Whew! What a great place to end, dontcha think? HAHAHA I'm so evil!!! And Emma knows it, too. Lol. For more details, ask her, or you can ask me in your review that you're going to type in a few seconds! Now isn't that the smart thing to do? Yeah, that's what I thought. ;-D. So, do ya see that little box down there? Now click on "go" and submit a review!!!! I'm sorry, I just love reviews, even if they're bad. Hehe. But I'm not as obsessive as Emma, who gets high off of coke and crème soda. ^_^. ~Luv from Raven~