Disclaimer: Eoin Colfer owns all the characters. I own nothing.
A Scrap of Paper
Artemis Fowl II
Everything is so strange here. I remember everything, of course, but I am only a clone. I have all of Artemis Fowl's memories but they are not mine. Of course, I wouldn't even be writing this if it wasn't for Artemis. He knows the truth anyway. Artemis Fowl died. This body is not his body. His body is lying in the ground where the roses bloom. This body was grown from a chrysalis, not from sperm and egg. I am merely hosting his spirit. We may look the same and act the same but, sometimes, Artemis thinks and remembers what happened and he knows he is a ghost in a different body to the one he died in. I should probably refer to Artemis as I. After all, it is his spirit inhabiting my body.
My thoughts come from an invention Artemis – sorry, I – came up with. It enables my clone body to have proper thoughts and a personality. I suspect my family and fairy friends are slightly disappointed in me. They know I am not the same Artemis Fowl they once knew and loved. They know I've changed since I died and came back. They know I still have much to learn about myself because my memories do not explain everything. They are patient with me and, dare I say it, love me but there is a sadness in their eyes that wasn't there before. My parents have accepted that I will never be what their son was. My brothers are too young to think about me much but even they can sense something is wrong about me. And my fairy friends still treat me the same as they always have. Apart from Holly. She has distanced herself from me. We are still close friends but she knows that I and the Artemis before I died are two different people. Being the soldier she is, she is able to carry on as normal but there is something different about her that suggests she has put up a mental emotional wall and should I ever break it down, I must suffer the consequences.
I need to disconnect from the machine soon. However, I thought of a plan that will help everyone around me to cope with recent events. Artemis Fowl died and there is no reversing death. He is just a spirit and spirits need to be released. He wants to be released and I can do nothing but oblige. So I must write a note for each member of my family. They will need something to remember me by. I'll disconnect now. The words must come from Artemis's spirit. It will be better that way.
