My first fic! I hope it isn't terribly bad.... All characters belong to
Eoin Colfer, except Celeste. I wish they were mine, though. The first
paragraph hints at a romance, but it isn't intended to be. At least not
between Artemis + Holly...
Chapter One
Fowl Manor Smoothing back his raven hair, he leaned backwards in his swivel chair. Watching the computer screens listlessly, his thoughts drifted. Then they stopped on one particular subject- Holly. She was extremely pretty, in a dangerous sort of way. Black widow pretty. Wondering what captain was doing at that very moment, he sighed. His prodigy mind checked off possible ideas. Getting yelled at by Root... chastised by Foaly... Bothered by civilians. At least Haven wasn't being bothered by Artemis Fowl, Jr. A knock echoed against the thick wooden door. "Artemis?," Butler's low monotone questioned him. The mountainous man stepped inside, Artemis's PowerBook in his hands. "Yes. I'm in here." The teenager slowly turned the chair around to face the doorway. "You've been sent a message," the bodyguard stated. "From Foaly." Artemis strained to maintain his neutral expression and a steady heartbeat. Something was tingling inside him. Surely this message was a good thing. Butler handed the PowerBook over and clicked the top open. His employer scanned the screen, reading the poorly translated message. Somone is pining for you dwn hre. Guess who. Holly is being accpted as Cmmander. Come to Ceremony. If you wnt. Crporal Kelp will meet you at E1(Tara). Whtever you prfer. - Foaly Nodding, the teenager allowed a taut smile to crease his pale face. "Too bad no date is mentioned, right?" He stood up slowly and walked to the door. "Tell Juliet to pack a bag for us. We're going to Tara."
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Artemis inched slowly in to Angeline Fowl's bedroom. Only recently had she taken to sleeping in this room. Until now, she had spent her days in the musty attic. "Mother?" The frail woman stirred from where she sat at her vanity. "Arty, must you insist on calling me Mother all the time? Honestly." She smiled and smoothed her son's hair. Pulling back, Artemis sighed. "Alright, Moth- Mum. Um, the school is going on a trip. To Paris. One week. Do I have permission to go?" Angeline paused. Artemis Jr. did not seem the type to go on school trips- even she had noticed his drawbacks from crowds his own age. But perhaps this was for the good of his social development, as Dr. Po had told her. "Of course, Arty." Artemis smiled. Even with his mother's depression cured, she was still extremely nieve.
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Ok... how bad was that? Please read + review. Was I too out of character? Hope not. Longer chapter later. Pwomise. ~Erin
Chapter One
Fowl Manor Smoothing back his raven hair, he leaned backwards in his swivel chair. Watching the computer screens listlessly, his thoughts drifted. Then they stopped on one particular subject- Holly. She was extremely pretty, in a dangerous sort of way. Black widow pretty. Wondering what captain was doing at that very moment, he sighed. His prodigy mind checked off possible ideas. Getting yelled at by Root... chastised by Foaly... Bothered by civilians. At least Haven wasn't being bothered by Artemis Fowl, Jr. A knock echoed against the thick wooden door. "Artemis?," Butler's low monotone questioned him. The mountainous man stepped inside, Artemis's PowerBook in his hands. "Yes. I'm in here." The teenager slowly turned the chair around to face the doorway. "You've been sent a message," the bodyguard stated. "From Foaly." Artemis strained to maintain his neutral expression and a steady heartbeat. Something was tingling inside him. Surely this message was a good thing. Butler handed the PowerBook over and clicked the top open. His employer scanned the screen, reading the poorly translated message. Somone is pining for you dwn hre. Guess who. Holly is being accpted as Cmmander. Come to Ceremony. If you wnt. Crporal Kelp will meet you at E1(Tara). Whtever you prfer. - Foaly Nodding, the teenager allowed a taut smile to crease his pale face. "Too bad no date is mentioned, right?" He stood up slowly and walked to the door. "Tell Juliet to pack a bag for us. We're going to Tara."
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Artemis inched slowly in to Angeline Fowl's bedroom. Only recently had she taken to sleeping in this room. Until now, she had spent her days in the musty attic. "Mother?" The frail woman stirred from where she sat at her vanity. "Arty, must you insist on calling me Mother all the time? Honestly." She smiled and smoothed her son's hair. Pulling back, Artemis sighed. "Alright, Moth- Mum. Um, the school is going on a trip. To Paris. One week. Do I have permission to go?" Angeline paused. Artemis Jr. did not seem the type to go on school trips- even she had noticed his drawbacks from crowds his own age. But perhaps this was for the good of his social development, as Dr. Po had told her. "Of course, Arty." Artemis smiled. Even with his mother's depression cured, she was still extremely nieve.
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Ok... how bad was that? Please read + review. Was I too out of character? Hope not. Longer chapter later. Pwomise. ~Erin