Author's note.
Hi. If you're here, you have either A: never read this story before, or B: have read this story before and have seen the note that reads: MAY REDO ALL CHAPTERS. Well, I am planning on doing so. This was one of my first multi-chapter fanfics, and I care about it deeply. I'd like to dedicate the following redo to:
The One Called Demetra: She is the one responsible for all of this. The criticisms this author gave me were slightly hurtful, but very true: I wasn't explaining the story enough. So, I am rewritting it. Here's to you, Demetra! This is YOUR fault. And I mean that in a good way. Really.
Sasake: One of the first people to help me recognize that Opal may have a good side, and a tortured past that gives her reason to be evil. Here's to you!
Twilight Commando: He has never read this story (to the extent of my knowledge) and he has never written an Artemis Fowl fanfic, However, he constantly talks to me, he is a fellow Christian, and he is the best friend I have that I've never met in person, considering he lives a long, LONG, way away. Here's to you!
And last, but not least, I would like to thank all those who reviewed. Here's to you!
Okay, that's it for the dedication. And now, the feature presentation.
The tiny female sat in her cell, motionless as ever. She had not moved, not eaten or even relieved herself in days. The lack of food was showing, as she had grown much thinner then she was when she got here. Her silence was quite eerie, causing many of the guards who were there to become nervous.
Of course, it was a nice break from Opal Koboi's usual insane screeching.
The pixie had been this way ever since a pyschotic, omnipotent past version of herself in the past had been sent back in time, after it had its mind wiped clean of all the events that had happened. Because of the folied rescue attempt of herself, Opal had suddenly gone quiet. This seemed to be her lot in life. Failure.
She had lost it all. Her respect - no one would respect the name of Koboi again. Her sanity was in very short supplies.
However, Opal, like all prisoners, had the right to be visited. The council was willing to let prisioners to see their families and friends. It usually made the prisoners more content - and less likely to escape.
Netherless, the guards were suprised to see that Opal did have a visitor. A very young visitor.
A female Centaur, wearing an old ratty coat, walked through multiple metal detectors, searching machines, and other detection protocals to get to Koboi's cell. It was all neccesary. After all, no one wanted Koboi to escape again. If they did, she already added the names of every guard in the building t her Revenge List. And considering what happened to Root, the guards now had a reason to do their jobs right other than their paychecks.
In short time, the Centaur made it through security. And she was escourted to Opal's cell. Opal's cell was the most well-secured in the facility: it was completely transparent, made of crystal clear, ultra hard diamond. The diamond wall covered the entire cell, and allowed the guards to keep an eye on Opal no matter where she was. For that reason, Opal had stoped taking a shower, as the bathroom was transparent as well, meaning the guards would get a full view of her naked. Needless to say, Opal had requested on multiple occasions that the guards were replaced with female guards, before her little silence act, so that she could take a shower without hearing wolf-whistles in the back-ground. Sadly, the council had refused. Mainly because the majority were sexist males.
However, the laws passed on visiting prisoners still apllied, sexist or not, and the Centaur, after a half-hour of searching, was let into the diamond cell. It was a very simple cell. It had no pleasentries to keep its prisoner occupied. It had a simple, hard cot, a chair, for visitors, and a table with a multitude of uneaten prison rations on it. (Opal had decided the food was not worthy of her.) Opal herself was sitting on her cot, her arms tied in a straight jacket, and her eyes filled with the same, almost unblinking look that had covered her face for days now. The Centaur sat on the chair, brushed away a strand of her black hair from her fore-head, and waited patiently as the guards locked the cell's security systems, leaving her alone with Opal.
The Centaur almost sat on the chair, considered her lower body, and settled for standing, and then waited for the pixie to acknowledge her presence.
After two minutes of standing and waiting, the Centaur attempted waving, and sayng, "Hello?"
Four minutes passed, and she got fed up and poked Opal in the eye gently.
Opal reacted immediately, screaming and attempting to bite the girl's finger. The girl jumped back, screaming in panic. Outside, the guards did nothing but look at the scene unfolding. It had been sometime since they had seen this kind of action.
After a minute, Opal had the girl on the ground and was trying as hard as she could to beat her down whilst wearing a straight jacket.
"Chick fight!" shouted a guard, gathering a small crowd of men.
Opal turned her head to the guards, her eyes filled with fury. "Shut up!" she sneered. She then turned to the Centaur, trembling on the floor. "What do you want?"
The Centaur tried to say something, but the words never came.
Opal took a deep breath, and managed to push herself off of the girl. An "Aww!" came from the guards, who dispatched and continued their duties.
Opal returned to her cot, sighed, and then asked again, "What do you want? Are you from my lawyer? Perhaps here to tell me how hopeless my situation is once again?" She closed her eyes, then opened them. They were filled with fiery anger. "If so, don't bother. I know that you all think that it is hopeless. And I don't care. You all think it's hopeless because you don't have vision. You don't have the vision of what this world can be! This world of...of enslavement! We are all enslaved by society! It's time to start again!"
"I'm not from your lawyer," the girl said slowly, as if she was talking to a child.
"Hmm?" Opal raised an eyebrow. "So, are you a-"
"Do you want to know who I am Ms. Koboi?" The girl's eye narrowed. "My name is Sal. And I am your daughter!"