B L O O D
S O N A T A
-Stradivari-
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P R O L O G U E
"My only love has sprung from my only hate."
-Shakespeare; Romeo & Juliet-
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It rotated slowly, the 3D hologram achieving an almost solid quality that was emphasized by the dark lighting in the rest of the room. Beyond it were the criss-crossing lattices of azure, signaling the perimeter of the permanent time-stop. The blue-print altered as it spun; a curious contraption the rough shape of a pod; green against the pale face behind it.
Artemis flicked off the projection and turned on the lights, reaching for his jacket which was slung across the back of the revolving chair which he had recently occupied. His eyes felt tired- no doubt they were blood shot, yet he had only been working for barely three hours. He massaged his temples methodically whilst walking towards the door. It was the air, stale with that peculiar scent which dominated a vicinity that was deprived of time.
There was a hum as the door slid back to open a passage the net, and he stepped through into the cool atmosphere of the stone corridor beyond.
It was no uncommon for a castle to contain such a passageway. This was built for the safety of the aristocrats who could escape to a more secure location should their castle ever be captured by war or civil unrest. Undeniably, Fowl Manor was no longer a castle, though the passages still remained from when it was first built by Lord Hugh Fowl. The entrances, and indeed the existence of these routes, were usually kept secret, for obvious reasons. And even in the present 21st centaury, the walls were still standing- though with the slight modifications with advances in Stealth Technology.
Artemis Fowl the First had seen fit to keep such a traditional secret to his only son, though perhaps out of said tradition. Not even Angeline or the Butlers were aware. And now the chamber was housing the Fowl heir's most ingenious creation and almost two years worth of meditation and fruitless experimenting- none of which had worked to his satisfaction.
Yet now…
His thoughts echoed abstractly with the sounds of his own footsteps. Time would be no barrier. And a sardonic smile made itself seen at the irony of the pun.
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Author's Note: I will be replacing the chapters as they are re-written. Just a note. Also, there may be slight changes, but nothing major to the plot.