Thank you, ah, 'A little mistake' for correcting my fault in the previous chapter :) I will change it immidiately, thank you! XD And thank you everyone else! :) I am glad you like my writing! :) -hugs-

.Number two

Artemis was far from a normal boy even from the early stages of his life.

Even when other children his age were content with crawling around on the floor with their toy trucks, and barely managing the odd illegible word, Artemis had been able to initiate intelligent conversation, and he had found an odd liking towards reading encyclopedias.

From the age of 3, he had developed a passion for piano and chess, and was fond of giving lectures on quantum physics and other intricate subjects to his peers (mainly his butler... Butler, his father and, much to their alarm, the house maids that were there to care for his not quite childish needs). Maths especially, was... ehem, child's play for him.

When he turned 5, he was composing his own movements on piano and he had secretly been hacking into Swiss bank accounts, just to see if he could. (Being a child still, he couldn't help creating at least some sort of havoc and mixing accounts around, panicking everyone. The Swiss banks upped their security after that.)

Of course, with a brain like his, his parents were more than willing to pay for home tutors to educate him even more, but Artemis refused to speak with the best of them, claiming that they did not know what they were talking about, which, if you could explain quantum physics as well as Artemis, would be what you would be claiming as well.

But through all his mental superiority, his mother was still concerned for him.

"Don't you want to go to join any clubs? There'll be lots of boys your age there, Arty, maybe you'll make some friends!" Angeline Fowl said brightly.

"I don't want to join any clubs, mother." He would reply, already preoccupied with something else.

"Maybe we could go to the park then? How about that?"

"I don't want to go out, mother, I'm busy."

Angeline's smile would waver a bit, but it was unlike her to give up so easily. A 5 year old boy busy with what exactly? Computers, science. Physics. What kind of 5 year old is busy with physics?

It's not natural. Angeline decided, It's not natural for boys his age to shut himself away from everyone else.

Angeline was not stupid. She would stop persisting. For today anyway, she thought.

But Artemis wasn't stupid either. Far from it. He decided it would be best to keep closer tabs on his mother just to make sure she wouldn't make any more extreme measures to send him somewhere obscene to "make friends". I will be expecting it. He mused - well, as a 5 year old boy muses.

So it came to no surprise to anyone, that when he finally turned 6, and his parents were ready to send him off to school to "make friends" with other kids more his age, Artemis was there to eavesdrop into the conversation. His parents were elated. One of his parents anyway. The other was not quite so anticipating.

"Artemis is too good for these juvenile classes," his father voiced, after seeing the brochures, titled, 'Junior schooling for the younger children' that St Bartleby's had sent over. Artemis had seen them before him, catching the postman at the gates, playing the cute little son of some rich family. Then having Butler press one of the postman's seven points of mobility and having them dragged out, unconscious. He could have done it differently, but he felt that it would probably better that way.

"So that is why I think he should skip straight onto adult classes. The faster he finishes school, the better. It has never done myself any justice, and you know I'm only doing this for you, Angeline."

Artemis's shoulder's sagged a bit and he swung his legs uneasily, running his fingers down the spine of the book. He was sitting on a high bookshelf that he had asked Butler to help him onto a while ago, and then sent him away, making him promise not to tell a soul. Not exactly efficient. This was the sort of 'blind faith' that he would soon change in life. He had his back to the wall that divided the Fowl library from the great hall, where his parents were - oblivious of his presence - discussing his future schooling. It was a perfect place. If they found him, he could just play it off that he was simply browsing through some books, as he usually was., if they did find him. Which was unlikely. He was hidden too well from below. Only one who knew where to look for him would be able to. His mother took on a new pitch of tone, agitated and annoyed. A premature frown creased his forehead, but he determinedly kept his eyes on the book, not looking up once.

Angeline Fowl was distraught. "You can't do that to Arty, he's just a normal boy!"

"I'm not normal." murmured Artemis thoughtfully, his eyes still scanning the pages of the book.

"He's not normal." complied Artemis Fowl Snr., almost simultaneously. Artemis could visualize his smile; in his minds eye, it was show of perfectly even white teeth. "He's a Fowl."

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This is just a 'short intro' before we get to the awesome part.