Disclaimer: Artemis belongs to no one but himself. But don't worry, standard disclaimer applies.

Death to Hyperion and Eoin

Wars don't always happen in concrete jungles or exotic locations. Some of the fiercest battles are fought inside cyberspace: between the fiercest of minds, between the most modern of computers. Here, millions have been gambled and lost. Many geniuses, reduced to the lunatic bin.

And in this world, Artemis is King.

Or… was.

After his 'hiatus', imagine his chagrin when he found Hyperion squatting on his website. And a guy named Colfer selling his memoirs!

How could this have happened!

"Artemis! Artemis!" Butler's brows furrowed in exasperation. "Even my name is in here!"

Artemis browsed the manuscript. True enough, Butler's real name was there for everyone to see!

"Did you put our life in a blog?" Butler's tone was ominous.

"Of course not! Do you think I'm stupid?"

There was an unspoken but to the sentence.

"I, of course wrote my diary in a separate hard drive, and encrypted it with an eternity code… twice"

"Apparently, someone got to the hard drive, broke the code and published five books during your absence."

Artemis shook his head. Since Butler's sabbatical, his bodyguard has been partial to sarcasm. "I can… see that." This was unallowable, the perpetrators must be dealt with severely! Do they know who they're dealing with? Without a second's hesitation, Artemis marched towards the swinging book case which held the most advanced computer of today.

Built with hybrid human-fairy technology, it was so top secret, it didn't even have a name. To give you an idea, it was the size of a Rubik cube (any smaller and he might misplace it, even geniuses lose their match-sized cell phones), and was third generation C-cube. Although obsolete by fairy standards (Artemis was gone for 3 years after all), it was light years away by human standards.

There was a light tingling on his fingertips as his magic surged, spurred by his irritation. He pulled a book, and in this book was a mini-keyboard. He punched in his personal code, aurum est potestas. Gold is power.

Instantly, the book case opened, revealing a safe. But Artemis did not open the safe. Of course, at the slight chance that his security were breached, the thief would definitely go for the safe. His computer was kept somewhere else.

"Butler, if you may lend me a hand here?"

Butler has done this before, the first time, when Artemis hid the computer, and the second time, when Artemis simply wanted to play chess with it. ("Of course, who better to challenge me than myself?")

The bodyguard was out of breath when he managed to move the safe. He vowed to do pilates again before resuming his duties 100 percent.

Crimson sparks jumped along Artemis' outstretched fingers.Ah, revenge would be too sweet. He will erase all of Hyperion's books and replace them with whatever's on a… fanfiction site… yes… like… like… or.. worse, from the author he had a spat with a long time ago. Turin, her name was. And that Colfer… what kind of name is that? He'll pay dearly for passing off his secrets like that. He'll sic a Butler on him! A… a female Butler! He didn't know which was worse… that he was now infamous as a genius mastermind teen, or he was a figment of imagination/ public/ slashable property.

And then…

"Good job, Artemis. You disguised the computer as a rubber duck," Butler slapped his principal's shoulders proudly.

Artemis' face could not be described by words, so I would not attempt it.

TO BE CONTINUED

Turin: Peace Eoin. Peace Hyperion.