Fowl Manor, Dublin

Artemis had done it. Surviving (as much as you can survive when you're dead) he had Foaly make a clone of him and his mind feeding off the residual magic left at the Battle of Talltite, his mind returned to the clone thus cheating death like no other by returning.

Amazing, Holly was thinking, that I have friends who accomplish that.

A nieghbor walked by, not the least bit fazed by the centaur, man mountain, recently dead but alive again and the elf.

"Hello Foaly" he said smugly "You need better firewalls."

Butler plucked Artemis off the centaur before he fainted.

"It seems you know all about The People" asked Butler in one of his rare moments of inquisitiveness.

"I could explain without saying a word" he said in a way Butler automatically knew was true "But you best help your principal with his memories"

Butler and him went there separate ways with Butler with his cool air of efficientness and the other person with the edges of his mop of straight aurburn and blond hair bouncing with every step under his hat concealing his ears and his eyes darting around the room. I'll be home soon. Hopefully.

As Butler and Holly were jogging his memories of the second time they encountered Opal Koboi Butler asked himself what happened in the questioning. All he could remember was a compelling voice... Mesmer! Somehow he had been mesmerized by a human about twelve years old! But as it happened, that was the time where full recovery happened.

Artemis bolted upright and yelled "I remember everything!"

"Nice to have you back to but I was just mesmerized by a human of about twelve years old."

Foaly barged in without knocking and started raving about human elf hybrids that lived near Fowl manor that and blended in as full humans.

"Ah" Butler sighed "That explains a lot"

"What now Butler" Artemis asked impatiently.

"The person that we brought in, he must of been one as he sent me packing with one sentence, probably Mesmer."

"Ah this is interesting. I also have evedince to back this. I've seen him around the town always wearing a hat hiding his ears, sometimes with a friend doing the same thing. Foaly, find out where he lives and get the reflective glasses out.

One mile away

The hybrid in question was in his bedroom tossing a small ball up while listening to dubstep feeling very drained. I should complete The Ritual, he thought. Due to the fact he was part human, he was taller, his ears were smaller and his magic needed constant replinshement. Normal elves should do it once a year. Human hybrids had to do it four times a year or so.

A few months ago he, Elliott and his freind Nolan had noticed that they could heal themselves and convince people easily when his growth in height had stopped and their ears got pointy. Shortly after that a pale blue light engulfed the house but all they found were dead organisms. Weird. Elliott found a phantom satellite quickly and discovered the people quickly figuring out he and Nolan were hybrids.

This was his second time going to Tara but he was not thrilled that his human part made The Ritual a little sketchy. Last time it worked but he ended up with pink hair for two days.

"We should go to Tara soon." he walked out and said to Nolan who was a bit taller and his hair was darker brown.