I do not own Artemis Fowl or any of it's wonderful characters. I do own Wisher though. With that said, let's get the written copy of this rolling.
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Holly Short staggered through Haven City. There's not a peep of life besides her echoing footsteps. A softly glowing fluid leaks from their artificial sun and the tiny drops land around the once brave and healthy captain. Holly looked up as her knees gave in and fell to the dust covered ground.
"I'm all alone..." Her mind said, her damaged ribs pressing against her lungs wouldn't allow her to speak. It all happened so fast, she thought, and hung her head. First Root, then Artemis, Foaly... They were all gone. Her thoughts wandered to if she should carry one. Just as she was about to lose hope, she hears the voice. It sounds far away, female, and calming.
"Holly..." Is all it ever said, but it was enough to wake the captain from her restless sleep.
Holly's alarm clock was set to wake her early, but for the past few weeks she had been waking before their artificial night had ended. After staggering from her blankets, she grabbed a glass of water and looked over herself in a mirror. 'Yup, same old me' She thought. Her crew cut had began to grow, and now she had two strands that dangled down in front of her ears. It wasn't the best look, but Holly had taken to liking it.
Haven City was quiet at night, now that everyone had adjusted to Foaly's new system. The centaur had lost his love in a fight over him wanting to quit. He was heart broken, but poured it into his work. The end result was a mimic system. They now had day, night, hot days and cold days. Just like the above ground. Foaly had even found a way to rig the air so it would smell more above ground and less of troll butt. It really was a wonder to see in action. Nights were cold and days were warm. Foaly even said he's rigging snow and rain. Mulch would rather like it if he didn't, but Holy warned him not to say.
Holly dawned a overly large jacket from her closet and started to walk to Foaly's home. She knew he'd be awake this early, for they have met before at this time during this same week. Neither of them were sleeping well. If anything, Foaly's home was a second computer haven for him. The walk there was longer then she thought it would be, as the cold reminded her of the Arctic. She placed a hand over the name label on the jacket. It was a feeling they were all getting these days... missing him.
Foaly had just passed out on his keyboard when Holly knocked on the door. He didn't answer, so she took the liberty of opening it with a spare key he gave her weeks ago. His latest project sat on the screen, waiting for more adjustments. Holly picked up a blanket from the near by bed room, she still wondered how he ever even lived in this place. Floor covered with papers, gadgets everywhere, and his bed was hidden under a mass of notes. She placed the blanket over her friend's shoulders, and went to look at a near by shelf. There were photos sitting along the dusty edge. Ones of Foaly winning a award for an invention, one of the Ops booth, and another of three familiar faces. Holly felt her breathing slow, as her fingers gently lifted the photo as if it was made of thin glass. It was of a day, a long time ago, when Holly, Foaly, and Root were all too exhausted to care. She was sitting on the floor, as Root had Foaly in a head lock ruffling his hair. Foaly of course, protesting and trying to get free. It was one of the rare moments where they acted as friends outside work. She stood, watching the photo. As if it would come alive and they would be back at that time. The good old times...
In his dream, Foaly wasn't surrounded by the many carrots as he usually dreamed. Instead he was in a stock white setting, where all he had was his "winter" clothes on. He looked around, confused.
"This isn't how my dreams are normally... what gives?" He said aloud.
"Foaly..." said a tiny comforting voice.
"Wha?" He muttered and turned quickly. His eyes widened at the sight.
Hovering not two inches from his nose was a tiny cloaked figure. It had six pixie like wings barely moving to keep it aloft. It had the face of a house cat, but the irises were black, and the pupils were a soft blue. It watched him, although Foaly got the feeling it was blind... A word seemed to enter his mind, that defined this creature that was now watching him with a sad expression.
"W...Wisher?" He said, weary of what would happen. To his surprise, it nodded.
"Find me, Foaly." It said in a crisp but gentle voice. "Find me."
He didn't know when he began to wake up, but he must have been speaking in his sleep. Holly had turned to face him and was holding the photo. She had a look of shock on her face. Sure, they had often talked about their dreams, but neither had mentioned the creature that invaded both their sleep before.
"You know it too?" Was all she could say.
Fowl Manor...
Artemis stretched out his back, as he watched his computer's screen. He was waiting for a message from a friend in China about a lab kit for his younger brother. The screen remained unchanged, so he got up to find himself something to drink at this late hour. Once he was out of the room though, the mouse seemed to move on it's own. It quickly opened a browser and the keyboard seemed to haunting put in words. The mouse then quickly moved to click "Go." on the search bar. Artemis came back just in time to see the mouse return to it's original resting spot. Interested in the movement, he walked over and looked at the screen. At first he thought it was some kind of joke, that the page couldn't be real. He placed his glass down and scrolls along the page. His eyes weren't lying about what he saw.
"WISHER! The last Wisher, a genie. Only one of it's kind is now for action. More info..."
He sat down and began to research this new problem. If it was a real genie, then it was important to the fairies, to LEP. Indeed, what he found was not as he suspected. Even though all his mind was telling him this was some sort of a trap, Artemis clicked a tiny link that promise video of the "Wisher". What he saw sent a chill down his spine...
Camera room...
Wisher sat in her usual corner, head resting against the wall as her tiny paws hung loosely on the chain that was latched to the thick bracket around her neck. She was small enough to be a house cat, but what made her worth every penny at the action was her six wings. Each gave off a crystal like glint, although they looked almost fairies-like. Her eyes had a bandage over them, but it was clear she was watching the chain. Her paws ran over the same loop repeatedly, as her long furry tail twitched back and forth slowly. She looked up at the camera and seemed to open her mouth slightly, then thought twice, closed it, and went back to just sitting there. Her once white fur was grayed with spots of red. Blood, thought Artemis, she's being hurt by those restraints. He couldn't watch the live feed anymore. After closing the links, he opened a channel in which to contact Foaly in Haven...
Inside her mind, Wisher could feel the cold steel that had kept her there for so long. But what she was really tuned into wasn't the area around her anymore. She had felt someone else come near by, fly over, and keep going. Another of her kind, a mythical creature, a elf. It had been weeks, months, maybe even a year since... but she still wouldn't give up hope. She could feel them through their hearts. For a genie often granted people's deepest wishes. She wasn't happy at all with the wishes of her current owner. He wanted power, fame, glory, and he was getting them. Sorrow and pain had filled her heart, and now she had found two others she could contact. Although she only had the strength to contact them when they were asleep. She had learned their names, who they are, where they are, and what pains them. Wisher looped her paw around the steel once more, then sat back gingerly. The two people who didn't even know her kind existed... where now her only hope.
"FIND ME!" She willed loudly inside herself, as the huge steel door began to pull back. The human had returned...
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Don't worry, Wisher isn't going to be one of those inserted parings. Instead, she's a ticket to bring someone back but who? Hmmm, think explosions
More to come soon!
Topic to think about? How do YOU think Foaly's home would look like?