Chapter Two: Adriana

Picture a grand mansion, built in the beautiful scenery of Dublin. Imagine cloaked green hills, and dotted white sheep. Iron gates loom over any passer-by. Now zoom in on the mansion. A high wooden door is at the centre of the building, and dark windows surround it. Spindly trees look fragile as the ferocious wind blows them. Storm clouds gather over the rooftops of the mansion, and the distant sound of thunder rumbles. The front door swings open. A pale youth steps out, blinking in the light. His smart Gucci suit, red tie, and crisp shirt give the impression he is a rich businessman, but his youthful face and big black/blue eyes say otherwise. He is Artemis Fowl II, heir to the fowl fortune, and boy genius, with the highest IQ in Europe. He sighs, exasperated.

UNKOWN P.O.V

Keep. Still. Don't. Move. A. Muscle. My constant focus fails me. The mud boy (annoyingly) notices.

"Butler. There is a fairy hovering three metres above ground. Kindly take care of her. Pixie, by the look of it."

His giant Eurasian manservant, the size of an elephant nods. He doesn't bother to question. It's his job; don't ask questions. He pulls out his selected sig Sauer, and shoots a red laser beam. My visor screen cracks and everything goes black.

"Ugh..." I feel a burning pain on my forehead. I gingerly check all my body parts are functioning; everything seems to be in order, except from my head. Vision's blurry, I think. But it'll soon refocus. For the time being, I'm stuck with bad eyesight. I squint my eyes, attempting to see my surroundings. It's too vague.

"So." An unfocused figure steps forward. "You're the infamous Adriana Koboi, offspring of Opal Koboi."

He knows me. How could he know me? I've never been in contact with any humans. I must contact sister. He notices my efforts to reboot my wrist communicator. D'Arvit.

"Don't bother trying. I severed all connections with the outside of the manor. We're separated from the world, in a sense." He laughs, sending a chill down my spine. "You must speak eventually, Adriana. Or Butler will make you."

A giant of a man appears from behind a plastered wall. He is gripping a weapon, which I can't see properly. Damn this infernal vision.

"You can't see properly, can you?" He says gently, looking deep into my eyes. I see fireworks, which I eschew with a firm hand. No.

"I...am...injured," I manage to rasp out. "What do you expect?"

He chuckles. "Just like your mother. In fact, exactly...just...like your mother." His tone has changed, his face becomes serious, staring into my eyes. I feel very uncomfortable. He waves a hand, signalling this conversation is over.

"Butler, take her to the prison."

What more would I expect from Artemis Fowl?