This... is one of my older stories. It is more to fill in some happiness while I am writing the destruction of my 'Purgatory of the Angels' story. This will be very A/H, and very, very Irish.
Ah Eire. How I love you. :)
Chapter 1
Opulence and Emails
Sunlight bathed the large, opulent room softly, lighting the usually dark corners. Priceless antiques and shelves of books were lit brilliantly, lending an air of cheerfulness to the manor that was rarely seen. The large, floor -to-ceiling windows were slightly ajar. A spring, after-the-storm- breeze wafted through the manor, lifting the spirits of the Fowl family.
Even Artemis was slightly less sarcastic than usual. The genius in question was, in fact, enjoying the outdoors for probably the first time in his life. He sat on the hillside facing the ocean at the back of the manor. The damp, fresh green grass licked the back of his neck as he lied down contentedly.
Myles and Beckett Fowl tumbled and tussled at the base of the hill, demonstrating the bond- and the annoyance- that only came between twins. Myles, though technically not tussling, was shoving his brother off of him as he tried to examine a ciciadela campestri, a species of beetle in Southern Ireland, which ambled across his plump hand. His cherubic face was scrunched in concentration. Beckett, on the other hand, was as energetic as ever, chasing his twin and Juliet across the hillside.
Artemis sighed and closed his eyes to soak in the sun's rays. His pessimistic side warned him there were too many things to do to be resting peaceably. But he suppressed this thought, indulging in this rare moment of laziness. The mere notion that he could enjoy a lazy moment was evidence of the drastic changes since his Complex.
He found it much easier to smile now; much easier to laugh. It took him a while to notice that, but once Butler pointed out this mysterious optimistic disposition, he took it into serious examination. He assumed this came from his new lack of immense guilt. It was still there, just not affecting his mood. Though apparently not magically caused, he had no definitive way of knowing. Hopefully the People had not deemed it imperative that they change him while he was unable to do more than furiously watch his alter-ego.
A slight ping resounded from his computer, breaking him from his peaceful reverie with a jolt. Rolling to his side, he brushed a finger over the touch-pad mouse to light up the screen. A special 'add on' enabled only him to access anything on his computer, It was something akin to a fingerprint scanner, but much more effective. It scanned the skin cells that almost invariably left on the mouse, letting only the correct DNA match in. It was only set to two people- Himself, and Butler.
A scowl arrested his features as he noticed the color-coding himself and Holly often used. It was a blaring red. He opened it warily, noticing the small gigabyte file size. And the signature.
A message from Foaly?
Any message from Foaly that was short was cause for concern, no matter the content. But the content here was even scarier-
Holly on her way. Prepare medical equipment. Something's wrong.
Artemis quickly jumped up, all languidness gone from his bones. He had a friend to help.