The banshee is perhaps one of the most well-known creature to haunt the forest of the emerald isle, aside from the famous leprechaun, of course. True, some legends of the banshee has been stretched into fabrication, but the gist of the banshee is most certaintly real. The banshee does arrive at the time of a dying loved one, and it is most commonly seen among the wealthiest and most well known families of Ireland. This, whether or not it be unforunately or fortunately, concerned the Fowl family.
For many centuries, the Fowl family has been confronted with the strange and unknown. From the mysterious and horrifying to the technologically advanced. With all the supernatural activity that the Fowl family has received in the past, it is no surprising that they would have their own banshee, albeit a banshee with no name.
The Fowl banshee was first described in the time of Lord Hugo de Fole, where as he lay upon his deathbed, a shrill cry into the night could be heard outside of his bedroom window. The servant who had been with him that evening wrote in her diary that " twas the most ever so frightening thing that I have ever heard. I still hear that ghostly howl inside of my head as I lay upon my bed to welcome a dark, deep sleep. However, whenever at attempt to close my eyes to dream, that shrill, terrifying wail is always there, waiting in the darkest corners of my own mind, waiting like a cat waits for a mouse. Waiting till I am near the dark sleep of dreams and forces upon myself to hear that dark wail yet again."
The banshee had not been seen for many years, and eventually it had faded into Fowl family folklore. But the banshee was never truly gone. No, she was always there, silently waiting to return.
Angeline Fowl had to admit that she had been in worser situations. She was currently in the middle of a large field with other people that she had no inkling as to who they were, sitting in a circle around a fire. Angeline noticed that many people in the group were hugging themselves and each other, trying to warm and comfort each other.
Angeline gazed at her husband, who was sitting ashened face in front of the blazing fire. Angeline knew what he was thinking, or rather worrying about. He was worried about their sons and , of course, the Butlers. Hoping that they were alive and okay. Please, please, she thought as she lay upon the wet ground to get some sleep, let them be alright.
Some time during the night, Angeline woke from her deep slumber, the hairs on her arms and neck standing straight up. She had the most peculiar feeling that she was being watched. She gazed around the field, looking for anything unusual. She didn't see anything unusual. The sun was almost up, and she knew that the others would soon be awake, as well. That was when she heard it. A sharp, shrill scream that sounded like the source was both right next to her, and miles away in the distance.
She looked frantically around the field, until her eye sight came to an old woman wearing ragged clothing curled up on the ground weeping. The woman screamed yet again, and then suddenly she was gone. It was as if she was never there.
A ringing noise filled the air, and Angeline jumped. She then reallized that it had been her phone. Using trembling fingers, she took out her cell phone from her coat pocket and answered it. "Hello?" She said into the phone, aware of her voice shaking.
" Mrs. Fowl," said Butler. " I am truly sorry to tell you that I have failed you. Artemis is dead." The only response that Butler received was the small thud as the phone hit the ground beside of Angeline Fowl.
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