Whoa. So I wrote this over 5 years ago maybe? (I'm 20 now and it's 2017, so back in 2012?), and thought that might as well put it out here since I miss the fandom. I'm going to put all of the chapters up as soon as I can. I remember getting commentary on the first few chapters not making sense (something to do with "Artemis being smarter than this") on this website, but as I remember you'll realize that I meant for it to be this way so please bear with the first two chapters.

Also, I'm still accepting constructive criticism even though this is super old! It would be much appreciated actually! Thanks

AN from 2012: In this chapter, the mood is a bit light, since I didn't want to slap people with technical precision from the beginning, and focused on introducing the new characters and the relationship between them. Enjoy!

Artemis must have thought me to be an idiot. He never knew that iI knew what he did, more or less. Of course there were gaps in my information, but if Artemis said that something was true, then most or all of it was. And if Myles gave a long lecture with the help of his big brother of how and why something was true, leaving Beckett with crossed eyes, then it would be declared a fact throughout the globe. Period.

But this fact hadn't been declared to the rest of the world for some reason. And me being part of the rest of the world, I shouldn't have known. But at the same time, me being a Fowl, I should have never been underestimated. My big brothers had yet to find out that my abilities were just as astounding as theirs, again, more or less.

I had acquired the five digit password of both Artemis's and Myles passwords to their labs. Artemis's pass code was fairly easy. Knowing about his past sickness and the fact that he created his password the day he turned fifteen, therefore sick at the time, I put: 51015. It worked. I also knew that Artemis would not leave Myles to do his beloved experiments in peace, so I hacked into his computer and there it was: Myles password.

I planted cameras in both of their labs and studies while both of them were in London watching a boring convention with Juliet their bodyguard. So I spied on them, with the least bit of guilt, as Arty said that remorselessness runs in the fowl blood.

I learned things that I thoroughly believed; I learned the existence of creatures thought to be fairy tales. Fairies, trolls goblins dwarfs centaurs elves, dwarfs, gnomes, and pixies. They were all real.

I caught Artemis talking into a ring without him even noticing I was witnessing the act. I realized that my brother was not delusional, but rather very sane and speaking into a means of communication with a fairy by the name of Holly, or Captain. I have also seen this fairy; she dropped in for a visit one day right under my nose. I saw a shimmer and knew what it meant, then darted to my office where I observed the formation of holly before my big brother Artemis had the chance to ask me to leave.

She was vibrating violently at such a frequency that she became transparent. Fairy magic was the reason, I knew.

They talked in gnomish. I knew very well how to speak it. Artemis tutored his little brothers the language. They know everything about the fairies, being possessed by some previously. Artemis and the Holly always seemed to feud about what a bad idea it was not to mind wipe the twins just because Arty refused with the excuse that that might lower their IQ, and how "Trouble Kelp" was nothing but a git. Still the meetings always ended in cheerful conversations about "the good old days".

Apparently, there were days when they had fought alongside each other, trying to make the dark side parish. There were days when Artemis saved the world repeatedly. Not that he didn't anymore. but the expeditions he had gone on were quite different than the ones he had been going on recently. He had fought, hit, been hurt, and, surprisingly, wrong at times. I never heard of that happening anymore.

Then again, I wasn't meant to hear any of what I had been hearing.

This made me see my big brother as a very old person.

So that was how I got to know about The People, every visit I learned something new.

I am Angeline Fowl the second. Daughter of the senior Artemis and Angeline fowl. Little sister of Artemis, Myles and Becket Fowl. I always intended to write history like my brothers did. Only, I had too much juvenile behavior and immaturity packed inside me. I was but a child, so I never thought that I would ever accomplish it before I reached twenty years old, and that my ambitions were much bigger than triple my size.

That was what I thought.

That day I was walking in France near La Torre Eiffel with my mother. Two Angeline Fowls walking in the streets of Paris wearing fake fur, as Arty really hated it when we wore fur or skin. But he let fake fur slip through his fingers for the sake of the family reputation as filthy rich.

Mother entered a store, but I decided to stay outside. I had absolutely no interest in shopping,

It might have been a good thing or a bad thing that I did, because I heard something.

I didn't have a body guard yet, as no Butlers were available at the time, so mother was my body guard. Mother wasn't as good as the late Domovoi Butler was in watching her principle. Sadly he had been deceased about two years before. It hurts us all to bring him up. Artemis bursts into tears surprisingly. Not in public though, he wept and still sniffs silently in the privacy of his office. the thought to be privacy. Only then do I feel the least bit of guilt pinching my stomach. only then do I turn off the monitors.

I entered an alley near the store, dirt floated through my nostrils and I could feel that feeling through my gut. My sixth sense was telling me something as butler had taught me during our combat training sessions before he passed. I was very well in combat, being taught by the great Domovoi Butler and inheriting both Arty and Myles brains and Becketts physique. I heard the words my ears were searching for. I listened carefully and swallowed a gasp: gnomish. And what they were saying was something that sent my brain overdrive. " We must find Artemis Fowl, I have information that his family is here, maybe we can get information from them of where Artemis is at the moment. We should be able to, for sure"

"that's what we're here for? I thought you said we would buy a hotdog first."

"Artemis Fowl is more superior than hotdogs."

"you take that back!"

"Arty." I sighed. A big mistake.

Next thing I knew I was buried from head to toes in trouble. The fairies stopped in the middle of their conversation. There was a long silence. I decided not to freeze; they already knew my presence and freezing will just rouse suspicion. I turned around and walked back to the store, almost. My luxurious clothes had not given away my identity; Paris was a place of extravagance. But I had ridden myself of that pink boa my mother bought. I told her that it was too old and girly but she insisted on buying it. So I just stashed it in her purse while she talked explained to our chauffer what kind of stores she wanted to visit this time. I still had my skirt on and high heels and a fur beret, but the boa was too much, and it didn't even look nice with the flared skirt.

Where the boa had been was the fairies' clue etched in my brown leather jacket, "FOWL". Mother and her designers have finally gotten me in trouble.

A fairy jumped out from behind a dumpster lunging themselves at me, but one got a kick in their throat. There is something positive about high heels in combat. I thought. I stared down at my victim, then lifted him by the collar. It was small and had the biggest teeth I had ever seen; probably a dwarf. It hit me then, and the other one? I prepared myself for another attack, but didn't get one; rather I got a click near my ear.

"Put it down human." He said in English. "You don't know what you're dealing with. "

I racked my brain. He wouldn't kill me, he needs me. And he is mistaken; I know exactly what I'm dealing with. I decided to try to negotiate, but let him know how unpredictable I was first. "You're wrong actually. I know what you're holding. "I told him without moving a muscle besides my mouth's. " You must be holding a neutrino 3000. You don't have access to the new neutrino 4000 or 5000; they are for lower elements police or LEP use only. And even if you could get your hands on one it would be too risky, the new neutrinos have tracking devices that cannot be removed, and if anyone tried to remove it the LEP would have you surrounded in a split second. So you carry a neutrino 2000.

And you are a dwarf. Judging by the looks of your friend here. Your voices are very similar. You must be the same species and maybe even related. Possibly brothers. I haven't seen your face yet, so possibly brother and sister for that matter. I am not sure if male dwarfs in the lower elements have thicker voices than females.

To sum it up, I am dealing with a dwarf-whether female or male has no importance- carrying a neutrino 2000, am I not? "

The dwarf scowled. He had heard that fowls had massive mouths. She is definitely a fowl, thought the fairy.

"Yes, a fowl." I replied in gnomish.

This fact just left him genuinely stunned. Firstly, I spoke his language. Secondly he was looking for a fowl but never thought about how exactly he would deal with one if he did catch one, which was highly unlikely to him. But here he was face to face with me. This was just a theory, I couldn't read his mind. But then again, as I had told him: I'm a Fowl.

That was the first time I had had a conversation with a fairy, and in that conversation I had perplexed him, therefore succeeded.

I had learned almost everything about The People through Artemis, heard tales told by himself about fairies and their technology as a child. He told me that they were but fairy tales, but Arty could not make up a fable I knew for sure. And all of his bed-time stories were of the same people; the fairies underground.

So of course, it was all true. I had presumed that at the age of five and pressed Artemis on to tell me more. He would not. But he did tell me about him, of how he had saved Father, gone on adventures and gotten sick in the process. And his secret sessions with Myles and Beckett told me much, as I watched them all since I was ten, several months before Artemis's passing.

All on my own I had stepped into a new world. And then I had jumped into a horror movie that day in Paris when I should have only been watching it on my computer screen in my office. I had unlocked the door to a new life for me. I decided then that I would do whatever it took to find my path to victory, rather than wait for Arty's rescue party. If I must crack skulls I will, and if I must end it in tears it shall be done if they are not mine or anyone i love's.

I was only twelve years old at the time.