Hi everyone! Just some background info before I start. This particular FanFic occurs between the end of the last chapter and before the epilogue in Artemis Fowl, and after Ship of the Dead. *SPOILERS for BOTH books*

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters or thier AU's. Rights go to Eion Colfer and Rick Riordan for making these wonderful characters.

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Chapter 1:

Artemis

Artemis awoke with sweat clinging to his forehead and tears in his eyes. He had done the right thing. He was going to be fine. He was dead. But, he would be fine.

Holly, Butler. They are ok.

How times have changed. Once, He wouldn't have even entertained the thought of giving himself up for someone else. Even Butler. But not now. He was different. And if his past deeds overcome his good, which is very probable, Artemis would be ready.

He slowly opened his eyes, ready to face whatever might be standing over him. Ready to judge him. He of all people would be able to present a good case. Artemis laid a hand on the ground next to him, but instead of finding stone, he found grass. He stood up. For the first time in a few minutes, Artemis questioned his safety. He had traveled all over the world, but never anywhere like this. His surroundings looked like a meadow, with bright green grass and wild plants growing in every direction. The sky was bright, and warming, but not so hot as to burn. Definitely not as hot as Ho Minh Chin City.

Artemis wracked his brain for useful information. If he was truly in the afterlife, he would have to figure out which one. He was definitely not in a golden city, or underground. So that marked out a few religions and cultures. Not Egyptian. Not Greek. Not Roman. Stupid! Artemis scolded himself. Greek and Roman afterlife are the same thing.

Interrupting his train of thought, a glowing figure appeared before him. It was a woman, dressed in golden robes. Dramatic much? The lady of gold walked, wait no glided in front of him, and smiled politely.

"Welcome to Fólkvangr! I am Freya. Asynjur of your new afterlife!"

Artemis took a step forward and by habit straightened his blazer and green tie. He held out his hand. "Artemis Fowl II at your service."

Freya looked at the boy. He was barely 18 by the looks of him, but he had a powerful atmosphere around him.

"Artemis Fowl you say? Tell me, how did you die?"

"Complex story, my lady, and I'm afraid that I am not ready or quite willing to share it in this setting and situation." Artemis stated with an authority that Freya admired. " Would you mind telling me where I am once again? And perhaps if my friends are ok?"

Freya coughed. "Of course, Artemis," she said, putting emphasis on every syllable of his name, "this is Fólkvangr. A land for the dead to prepare before Ragnarök. You should be happy, you are among the honored."

Fólkvangr. That name sounded familiar. Norse. It had Viking origins. Something to do with dying in battle. The afterlife for people who die in battle. Freya, she must have chosen him before Odin, who owns Valhalla, he thought. The counterpart of Fólkvangr. Artemis was suddenly glad he had taken that online college course on Norse mythology last summer.

"Freya, I am honored. If I can be of any service to you. Please, notify me." suggested Artemis. This didn't seem real. But he had dealt with fairies before. If fairies exist, the Old Norse gods could too. Holly mentioned having being Cupid's descendant. Maybe even the Greek gods exist.

Artemis looked down at his loafers. They were clean. No scratches or dirt, no evidence of the fall down the hill, the lake, or the attack of the crickets. He must have gotten them cleaned when he died. I am going to have to get used to saying that, Artemis thought.

"Right this way, I will show you to Sessrúmnir, the Hall where we feast every night."

Artemis followed the goddess, and studied his surroundings. He had to get out of here. He had to find Holly.

Artemis finally got his chance when they approached the sidewalk leading up to the hall. It was plastered with gold and marble. Artemis' eyes wandered around the gardens, and something caught his attention. A pool, that glittered silver stood on the edge of the gate that surrounded Sessrúmnir.

"My lady, I have an inquiry, if you would not mind giving me a brief answer."

If his suspicions were right. Artemis would be out of here by sundown, if the sun even went down.

"Of course Artemis. What is it that you want to know about? Your parentage? Your room? We have a help desk you know."

"Oh I am sure that the help desk is quite informative, but I was hoping to get an answer from you. What is that pond over there by the bushes?"

"That pond you say? It leads to Midgard. Although I am not to say where, it depends on the mood the water is in." Freya sighed. " I doubt you would know what Midgard is anyway. Mortals these days are so clueless."

"So clueless." Agreed Artemis with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. But if Freya heard it, she didn't say anything about it.

The rest of the night passed by in a breeze. Almost quite literally, for the wind spirits that were serving the food nearly swept away the hundreds of thousands of people who were eating along side Artemis, both young and old. He didn't talk, instead optioning to fill his mouth with the mead, which tasted oddly like Irish spring water, and the mystery meat, which, surprisingly enough, tasted like Foie gras, Artemis' favorite meal that his cook used to make before they had to lay him off because of the shortage of funds.

When the night came, Artemis found himself herded towards the door in the back of the hall. The door was, once again plated with gold. At the end of the hallway, which was connected to the door, was a set of about 20 elevators each labeled with numbers. 60-67 one read, 28-32 said another.

Ages, Artemis realized. The younger men and women went to the right, and the older to the left. Artemis made his way east and soon found his lift. 17-19

Apparently many young adults were dying valiantly.

"Hey!" shouted a voice from behind him. "Nice suit!"

Artemis turned, his face a stone wall. "Thank you very much sir, it's Louis Copeland. Designer. Now, if you will excuse me, I must get to my room.

The teen was about Artemis' age, with brown hair that was curled at the tips. He wore a pale blue tee shirt with a picture of Percy Chamburuka, one of the more popular musicians In Ireland, with black jeans and gray cloudrunners.

"Liam, Liam Cape. Son of Brokkr. You must be new. I haven't seen someone anything like you before, dude," he lightly punched Artemis on the shoulder, "and if I have, I'm sure I would remember it. "

Artemis scoffed. "Please, you have never seen the likes of anyone like me before." He winked at Liam with his one hazel eye.

" I bet I have..." started Liam, but Artemis was already in the elevator, and not listening.

When the door opened, Artemis was the first out. He could not stand the chatter and was glad to finally get out. He walked down the first part of the hall and turned right under a sign that read A-H. Wether it was classified by last name or first, it didn't really matter. This hallway, unlike the others, was deserted. There was no gold, but instead, metal and white lilies.

Swords hung from the walls like you would see paintings in a museum. Each was unique in its own way. Some looked newly made, and some looked like they might fall apart if someone so much as breathed on them. Artemis had no interest in going back to his room, so he didn't. For almost two hours he walked up and down the hall, humming Beethoven's 8th symphony, studying the artifacts and works of masonry.

By the time Artemis' eyes started to droop, he was already walking towards the end of the hallway, scanning for his name or something on a door that would signify that it was his. All of the other rooms were occupied, except for two, and the idea of a warm shower was starting to appeal to the tired genius. Artemis soon found a door marked with a silver A F. It had to be his. Artemis reached for the door, but something flew by his ear and landed on the brass doorknob.

"You don't think you would get in that easily did you?"

Artemis turned, annoyed. " I should have known I would have to talk to someone as idiotic as you before the night was over."

Liam drew a throwing knife from his pocket and let another fly, this time narrowly missing Artemis' foot.

"An idiotic person like me? Artemis how could you?" Liam paused.

Artemis smirked, not letting it show that this lower class imbecile was getting to him. How did he know my name?

"If you were a name tag, " Liam started, as if reading his thoughts. Artemis had forgotten the name tag that was clipped on his jacket.

He smiled his signature vampire smile and clasped his hands together. "Mr. Cape, is it? I have no interest in playing along with your little antics so if you would kindly move along..."

"Wipe that smirk of your face Fowl, before I wipe it off with a knife." He took a step closer, took aim and launched.

The knife grazed Artemis' jaw and buried itself in the wooden table at the end of the corridor. Liam threw another one, but this time Artemis was ready. He summoned a sword from the wall, and sidestepped, just as the knife sailed through what should have been his right shoulder. Artemis reached out his hand and tried to catch the sword, but failed. He dropped it like the uncoordinated clutch he was. He bent down and picked the glowing piece of metal up. It was silver, with runes and glowing inscription running up the sides. It was light weight, but strong. Just the right size for him.

"Nice job man! It takes most new kids weeks before their weapon comes off the wall and picks them. You must have some strong willpower. "

Liam turned and raised his hand. The knifes melted. Actually melted. Then rose into the air, and floated back to Liam.

It was all Artemis could do to keep a straight face and watch as the teenager in his pale tee shirt walk back into his room and shut the door. He had some major studies to complete, and some plotting to do.

P.S

I know this went by fast but keep in mind that is is a short story and not a novel. I will be working on this as much as I can, but I can't guarantee a date yet.