Prologue

Excerpt from Artemis Fowl's diary, disk 1 (encrypted)

It is quite amazing indeed, that I haven't managed to capture the culprit who has been leaving a string of strange items around the manor and even on my own self.

And here is the most peculiar part... yesterday night, while I was preparing to retire, I found myself staring into space, at one spot in the air in particular, I could have sworn I saw a disruption or a haze in the air, but perhaps I was just a bit tired.

Father seems well... although I'm not certain if that's for the very best. I'm sure he will do any he can to remain on his path to becoming a hero, while the family fortune will most likely be ignored or even worse deflated.

I am thinking of filling my father's shoes. Since he is not wholly here to discuss the financial matters, then I shall do it myself. It is now up to me and the weight of responsibility is well, delighting and yet heavy.