Hi there. Welcome to my story inspired by MIB3. I did it after I watched the movie, scrapped it and now typed it out. As all my loyal fans (whom I love really much) who either put me as a favorite or on alert or both, this is the story I was talking about. This is typed after I got my results for my chemistry and mother tongue papers so I'm feeling emo and sad so here I am feeling sorry for myself while you guys enjoy the story. Don't expect fast updates- tomorrow I'll be getting back my biology and geography papers so if you need me I'll probably be in a corner...hugging my history paper...which is the only subject I got A1 for...my source of comfort :) Disclaimer: I ask you, if I was Eoin Colfer, would I be crying over my grades in a pathetic corner over there?
Chapter 1
It has been exactly two years since Artemis Fowl had literally disappeared from Minerva Paradizo's life. Minerva was in her room, too depressed to do anything. She stared at her tea, which had pictures of what had happened two years ago. It may be her imagination, though.
Suddenly someone tapped her shoulder. Minerva turned around and her eyes widened. "Greetings, Minerva," Artemis said, as pale as ever.
"Artemis! It-it's you!" Minerva said, too stunned to say anything else. "W-where did you go?"
"Hybras. Limbo. And guess what? It's all your fault," said Artemis, his face eerily expressionless.
Minerva stood up and backed away. "I was young and foolish then. Blinded by pride. You have to hear me out." Her back knocked against the door, which she did not remember closing. "I never wanted to put you in any sort of danger. I was racked with guilt about that."
"You should," Artemis sneered.
"But-but you're back," Minerva stuttered. "I was beginning to wonder when you were ever coming back."
"I nearly didn't. And yes, I am back, and I brought back a little present for you," he said and pulled out a sword from behind him. "Abbot's sword," Minerva gasped.
"You know it's his?" Artemis said, his features twisted into an ugly sneer as he patted it.
"You could never lift something like that, let alone use it," Minerva blurted, trembling.
Artemis checked the blade. "Maybe, maybe not. I'll tell you something, Minerva," he said, his cool eyes resting on Minerva's terrified figure. "I have changed. Stronger than you think." He raised the weapon. "And I have come back for you..."
His hand drops...
Minerva sat bolt upright and screamed, "NOOOOOOOOOO!"
She was drenched in sweat and was panting. It was three in the morning, two years since that day. These Artemis-has-come-back-to-kill-me dreams are getting more and more frequent, she thought as she took a shaky gulp of water. She managed two mouthfuls before the door opened and Gaspard Paradizo came in. "Chérie! Are you okay?" he asked, switching the lights on.
Minerva shielded her eyes from the light. "Chérie! You are soaking wet!" Gaspard said and sat next to his daughter, patting her back.
"I am fine now, papa," she sighed.
"One of your Artemis Fowl nightmares again?"
Minerva nodded and shivered. "Life goes on, Minerva. It's been two years." Minerva nodded again.
"You must try to forgive and forget it. Like you had said, it's not healthy brooding in the past," Gaspard said, patting her back. Minerva smiled weakly and climbed back under her sheets.
As Gaspard switched the lights off, she whispered, "I know, papa, i know. I've been trying. It just doesn't go away."
