Myles' Pov
It was frigid in the Fowl manor.
There weren't days of laughter anymore, no running the halls and screaming 'simple-toon' across the foyer like Myles Fowl would like to think most children did when they were small. He was fourteen now and as Artemis had told him upon entering college level courses, that he could no longer act as one of that age.
Artemis had told him that as a 'genius', you were expected to act twenty-plus your real age if it didn't come naturally. No kidding around, no whistling at the girls like others his age, but waiting patiently for yourself to grow into your looks and intellect. No wondering if anyone would get angry if you decided to skip homework for a day, because you didn't bloody do that.
There was no reason to wonder anything because Myles was a genius and geniuses were only aloud to wonder inside their teacher's reigns until they became the teachers and set the reigns for another.
A life Myles was not looking forward to.
The blond Irish teen set foot into his home, his manor, the very Fowl manor he'd grown up in till just recently. The one that was empty for some reason.
Mother wasn't in the garden and Father wasn't in his study, he even let himself splurge on an idiotic thought and checked under the desk Myles would curl up under with Beckett when they were little, and read to him if they hadn't fought too hard earlier. That was back when Myles was just a little brighter than his brother; not yet a 'genius'.
God, he hated that word.
His mind turned to his twin. Beckett had never shown any sign of genius, he was never exceptional in school and seemed to be completely oblivious of them drifting apart when they did. Myles was also surprised when he was at the airport visiting his brother once when they were ten.
This child who had his face but wasn't him, only slight differences.
Beckett had worn headphones and spent the whole conversation with them in; he wore a hoodie and spoke with an American accent. Not the kind Myles would overhear teenagers fake when they were messing around, but a genuine accent that had overtaken his real voice some time during his childhood.
His smirk, the one he'd flash Myles when he turned the conversation to music or acting and Myles had no idea what he was talking about; was just like Artemis'. It was something Myles had always witnessed Artemis giving some one else, never had it been directed towards him.
The only song Myles could properly recite was the ABC song, in order to brag to Beckett that he knew it when they were small. The only play he could- no he was even unsure of that.
Myles would like to believe that was the final straw for them, they were no longer twins. They were strangers who shared a face.
While Myles was in his manor, assuming all his family had things to do away from home and he could be considered a 'latchkey kid', he didn't see his cell phone left inside his school bag buzzing bright and urgent from the very same-faced stranger he'd just been thinking about.
