Disclaimer: I don't own Artemis Fowl. The rights go to Eoin Colfer.
If you read my first fic, you know I stink at intros. Here is the sequel to Artemis Fowl: Encrypted Trouble. This is called (drum role please)
Artemis Fowl: Legend of Frond
Chapter 1: Beautiful View
Venice, Italy
Isabella Antonellis was a very average girl. At least, she pretended to be. And that was a difficult feat. Her physical appearance was enough to single her out. Barely four feet tall, with the proportions of any other fourteen year old girl. Her raven black hair went to her knees, but on a regular sized girl, it would only reach the small of her back. Isabella didn't mind her height. Compared to her maternal grandmother, she was a giantess.
Her biggest problem would have to be her ears. They were pointed, just like an elf. They were very pointed, just like her grandmother. And her mother as well. Most of her maternal family had pointed ears and a vertically challenged body.
Thankfully, she didn't have to face her peers. She had been tutored since she was three years of age. She had proved to be very smart from an early age and by nine years of age had mastered any language thrown her way. It was strange. She had trouble writing the languages, but could speak them with the fluency and accents of a native. Sometimes, Isabella swore that she could understand animals as well.
It was for these reasons that she was chosen to compete in an academic competition, representing Italy along with some private school snob. It would be her first Christmas away from home, but she'd still be with family. The competition was being held in Chicago, because on of the American representatives lived there. It just so happened that her great uncle, Spats Antonellis, lived there with is family. She hadn't seen them before, but heard that they were nice.
At the moment, she was starring out her balcony window, having just finished packing. Tomorrow, she'd be on her way to America. There was a cough from behind her. She turned, and embraced her tiny grandmother. Even though she was quite old, she looked no more than fifty. Her mother's family was known for their longevity.
"How proud would your mother be, to see you now," Graelsilla Frons said softly. She tucked back her graying hair, revealing her own pointed ears. Isabella looked away. Her mother had died just after she was born. Some sort of weird fire.
"I'm going to miss you," Isabella assured her grandmother.
"Why? You'll be rid of me," she chuckled. "I want you to have this, as an early Christmas present." The old woman pulled out an envelope with a big bulge in it. Isabella opened it eagerly. Inside, there was a lengthy letter and an acorn.
"Plant it in America. Acorns are a family tradition. I planted mine in Germany," Graelsilla said. "And read the letter when you're there. Everything it says is true." She snatched the letter back, and sealed it in another envelope. "But not until Christmas."
"I, uh, I will grandmother," Isabella hugged her grandmother. "See you in the morning." As her grandmother shuffled out, she stared at the acorn, rolling it around in her palm. Why did she get this? She was sorely tempted to open the letter, but her grandmother would find out. She knew everything.
Isabella sighed, and looked out at the canals and stars. Hopefully, nothing bad would happen in America. But there was a weird feeling, and her grandmother always taught her to trust instinct.
