Foreword: Hello all who still check on this and new people who I hope will eventually stumble upon this. I started Wisher all the way back in 2008, and I do feel bad for making you all wait for updates, fixes, and most importantly, more story!

Disclaimer: I do not own Artemis Fowl or it's characters. I do own Wisher and other non-official characters used in this story.

Chapter One: No Sleep

Holly Short staggered through the deserted streets of Haven City. The buildings that still stood stuck out of the rubble like tomb stones. There was no signs of life aside from the echo of her footsteps, the normal buzz of life was gone. From the artificial sun that hung over head dripped a glowing liquid that fell like rain around the once strong and healthy captain. Holly looked up at the failing sun as her knees buckled beneath her and she collapsed to the dust covered ground. Was it the world that was flicking to darkness around her or was it just the artificial sun, she could not tell.

'I'm all alone...' the thought echoed through her unfocused mind. Her damaged ribs pressing against her lungs wouldn't allow her to speak. 'It all happened so fast', she thought, 'first Foaly, then Artemis, then Root...' They were all gone. Just as she was about to lose hope, a voice reaches her ears. It sounds far away, but calming. Almost hauntingly familiar.

"Holly, it's time to wake up."

Holly's Apartment

Holly's eyes slowly flickered open. The new artificial night sky poured into her window causing her room to be a calming blue. After a brief moment of staring at the ceiling, she rolled out of bed and headed for her bathroom. Her crew cut had begun to grow slowly out, two slightly longer strands on either side of her face were growing quicker than the rest.

Haven city was mostly quiet at night now that the people had adjusted to Foaly's new system. The centaur had lost his love, Caballine, over a fight about his long hours working at LEP. His heart was broken, but he poured it into his work instead of dwelling on it. The end result was his current project; an above ground environmental emulator system. The people of Haven could now enjoy new smells and sleep cycles. The stink of troll rear and mold had finally been replaced with the sweet smell of an Ireland. An above ground day cycle was put into act shortly afterwards. During the day time, it was bright and warm, during the night it was cool and dark. The temperatures changed with the seasons and much to Mulch's displeasure Foaly was working on getting snow and rain to work. Holly warned him not to bug Foaly too much about it and for once he listened. Winter was coming for above ground, and now for below. It was odd to see some of the people wrapped up for warmth for once.

After a hot shower and a fresh change of clothes Holly walked to her closet and pulled an overly large jacket from its box. It was worn and reeked of its former owner. She wrapped up tightly in it as she left her apartment and headed for Foaly's home. She knew he would be awake at this hour, they both were having the same problem. Sleep had been hard to come by for the pair. They had met the day before and played cards till one of them passed out. As she walked, Holly's mind wandered away from the cold biting at her ankles. It had been several years, if she counted the three she was gone for.

Haven at night brought sadness sometimes, but it's beauty was unmistakable.

The old jacket was doing its best to fight back the cold as it gave forth memories to the tired captain. It was doing its best to protect her as its previous owner had. She placed a hand over the jacket's name label. It was a feeling that they were all getting these days. Missing the jacket's owner. With a sigh, Holly climbed the ramp up to Foaly's home.

The centaur had just dozed off on his keyboard when Holly knocked on the door. After a brief moment of waiting, Holly took the liberty of opening the door with her spare key. She had demanded one from him after their midnight card games lasted over two weeks. Foaly was snoring as his screen blinked for attention, wanting the latest number for a weather formula. Holly eased the door closed, shutting out the cold breeze. Her friend only shifted his shoulders in reaction to her entrance. She wondered how her four legged friend could navigate his maze of a home. Boxes marked "gadgets" scattered the floor and piled up against the walls. Papers and data chips crowded flat surfaces, his bed was covered in notes and books, and his kitchen was unnoticeable unless you looked closely enough to spot the fridge. Holly made her way to the bedroom and pulled a spair blanket from under the bed. Almost tripping over a empty box of carrot juice, she placed the blanket over Foaly's shoulders. He didn't wake from his dreams as she gently leaned him back in his chair, so he wouldn't drool on the keyboard. The shelf across the room caught her gaze and she wandered over to it. It held several framed photographs and memorable items. There was one of Foaly winning an 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 glass. It was taken a long time ago, when the three of them were too exhausted from work to care. Holly was sitting on the floor of the OPs booth watching and laughing as Root held Foaly in a head lock, ruffling his hair. Foaly, of course, was protesting and trying to get free. It was one of the rare moments where they acted as friends outside of work. She stood watching the photo. As if it would come alive at any second and they would be back at that time. The good old times...

In his dreams, Foaly wasn't surrounded by the many floating carrots he usually dreamed of. Instead he found himself in a stock white setting. There was no real indication of horizon or sky and noise seemed to be muffled by some unseen force. He wasn't even in his normal lab coat, instead he was wearing some sort of winter clothing.

"This isn't how my dreams normally go. What gives?" He asks out loud to himself. "Hello, floating carrots? Where'd you go?"

Now bored of the stock white and lack of carrots, Foaly began to walk in no particular direction. After a while of finding no one, he stopped walking and wondered if the "ground" was okay to sit on.

"Foaly." says a quiet comforting voice.

"Wha?" he says and quickly turns around to face the voice. His eyes widened at the sight.

Hovering not two inches from his nose was a tiny cloaked figure. It had six pixie like wings that barely had to move to keep the figure aloft. It's body resembled a domestic house cat, but with a stretched out tail and interesting eyes. The whites of the eyes were a pitch black while the iris were blue, giving off the sense it was blind. As it watched him, a word seemed to come to his mind...

"W...Wisher?" He said, weary of what would happen. To his surprise, it nodded.

"Find me, Foaly." It said, showing a deep sadness. "I'm in danger... please, find me."

Foaly was beginning to drift out of his dream, but he was unaware he was speaking in his sleep. Holly had turned to face him, still holding the photo. She had a look of shock on her face. Sure, they had often talked about their dreams, but neither ever mentioned the creature that invaded both their sleep before.

"You know it too?" was all she could say.

Fowl Manor

Autumn leaves were falling around the large castle like home. The moon shown in through Artemis' window when ever there was a break in the cloud cover. Artemis stretched out his spine while watching his computer screens. He was waiting for a message from a contact in China about a lab kit for his younger brother. When the screen remained unchanged, he got up and went to find something to drink. Once he was out of the room though, the mouse seemed to come alive. It moved the curser over the internet browser and the keyboard joined in on the haunting as it typed in words without fingers attached. When the keyboard was done, the mouse moved the curser one final time and clicked "search". Artemis returned just in time to spot the page finishing loading. Curious and wondering of a hacker, he walked over and looked at the screen. At first he thought it was some kind of cruel joke, that the page he was seeing couldn't be real. He placed his glass down and scrolled along the page. His eyes weren't deceiving him on what the page showed.

WISHER. The last genie on the planet. Only one of its kind, now for auction. For more info, click here.

Artemis clicked. He was taken to a web page that seemed hastily put up. Sitting down in his chair, he began to look more closely at this new problem. If it was a real genie, then it would be important to the fairies of LEP. He was not prepared for what he found next, a live video feed of the promised genie. What he saw sent a chill down his spine...

The small creature sat in a corner, it's head resting against the wall as its tiny paws hung loosely on the chain that was attached to the collar around her neck. She was small enough to be a house cat, but what made her valuable was the six wings that spread from her back. Each gave off a crystal like reflection in the light but seemed as flexible as cloth. They seemed fairy like in shape. Her eyes were covered by a bandage, but it was clear she was watching the camera. Her paws ran over the same loop repeatedly as her long thin tail twitched back and forth slowly. Her once white fur was covered in small faded red splotches. 'Blood' thought Artemis, 'It is being hurt by those restraints.' He couldn't watch the feed anymore, 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. Her focus wasn't on that anymore though, it was tuned into the unknown spaces around her. She felt someone else come nearby, fly over, and keep going. Another one of her kind, a mythical creature, an elf. It had been weeks, months, even years since she had seen one of her own kind. Still she did not give up hope, she could feel them through their hearts. Her kind often granted people's deepest wishes, and sensing their hearts became a natural trait of her kind. The wishes of her current owner were like poison to her. He desired fame, glory, and he was making sure he got them. Pain and sorrow had filled her heart and clouded her judgment, but now she had hope. She had found two others she could contact, even if it was only through their dreams. 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 she wasn't even sure they knew she existed, were now her only hope... Her heart sank as the huge door to her cell began to open, her human captor had returned.