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Author Note: I'll get back to the Next Generation: Sabrina as soon as possible, but at the moment I'm suffering from a slight case of writers block. But, I have the first ten chapters of this story, so the more reviews I get for each chapter...the more I'll update. :D -TL16


"Good night Dad. See you in the morning."

Artemis Fowl II looked up from the computer, where he was working on a new project, and faced his son. Orion Fowl was standing at the door of the study, impatiently waiting for his father to acknowledge him.

"Good night Orion." The sixteen year old nodded and left the study, leaving his father to get back to work.

Artemis chuckled to himself. Orion was something else. Already he was beginning to be the exact image of himself and on top of that the teen was even starting to pick up on his personality. And that's not even mentioning his intelligence.

Well, you know what they say, like father, like son.

Artemis went back to his computer. He was working on a new project and he was getting close to finishing the research. If he succeeded, the outcome of his experiment could change the world.

Typical Artemis Fowl, always trying to save the world. Or at least something of that sort.

It was about two in the morning when he finally decided that he'd had enough for the night. He shut down his computer and started to head for his room, when he heard music. He froze and listened.

It was the piano. Someone was playing Beethoven, Fur Elise to be exact. Artemis frowned. If Orion was up out of bed again…

He came to the door of the little sitting room, where the piano was kept. He opened it, prepared to give his son a stern talking to, but then he froze seeing who, or what, whichever term you wanted to use, was actually playing the piano.

There was a girl playing the piano and she was oblivious to the fact that Artemis was there. Artemis stood there in shock for a moment and then snapped out of it. This was unbelievable…what in the…

Then he looked at her more closely and he suddenly felt gut-wrenching sorrow. He recognized the child.

The girl, or more specifically elf, was young, very young. Her long, curly, auburn hair was tied up with a green ribbon, to keep it out of her face, and it fell gently down her back. She was no older than 20, in human years she would have been six, and she could play the piano better than some professionals that Artemis had seen.

Artemis couldn't see her face, but he was certain that it was her. There was no one else it could possibly be…But it was impossible for it to be her…because…

Artemis frowned. What was going on?

Suddenly the girl stopped playing and turned around. She saw Artemis standing there and looked him in the eyes. This proved that it most definitely was her. The violet eyes confirmed that. But it was still impossible for her to be there…

The young elf smiled and opened her mouth to speak, but she thought better of it and held back. She stood up from the piano and began to walk towards Artemis. She stopped right in front of him and smiled up at him. She giggled and then, suddenly…

She disappeared.

Artemis nearly lost it then. She shouldn't have been there. It was possible…wasn't it?

He left the room and immediately headed back to his study. He had a few calls to make. First he'd call Foaly, to see if the centaur could make any sense out of it. And of course…he'd have to call Holly and Trouble…It'd be difficult, but they needed to be notified.

Because, if he was right and his mind wasn't just playing tricks on him, they would have a mystery on their hands. His conscious was telling him that this wasn't a trick, that it was very real, but he had to make sure first. It was just too surreal.

Holly and Trouble wouldn't be too thrilled, but they were in this whether they liked it or not. Because If Artemis was right, the girl playing the piano…

Was the ghost of their daughter…Annie Lynn Kelp….


A/N: Don't forget to review! Oh, and I also have a poll on my profile for Sabrina and the other stories in the Next Gen. series. If you've read the story, please head over to my profile and vote. Thank you! It would be greatly appreciated! ^_^

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