Here's Kitti! Back by popular demand. Funny, I really didn't think it mattered if I focused more on my school work and took a vacation from writing. But I think I've received at least a dozen emails and even complaints from people I know at school addressing the fact that I haven't updated IN MONTHS. I've got two weeks vacation from school now (Holidays! W00hoo!) so that's some extra time for reading, drawing, & of course, writing. |Anyway|. a teaser- this is basically a chapter continuing the Knaus conversation.

A last comment: we got a new computer, so my old batch of Arty Fanfic files is basically. gone. Therefore, the changes that I would have liked to make on the previous chapters probably WONT BE MADE. Or at least. postponed, somewhat. Adieu!





"What do you mean?" Artemis asked, his voice muffled with uncertainty. "What powerful force?"

Mulch's dark eyes shifting from Butler to Artemis. "Fowl, we have the MSL, the FSS, the CFC, FAAIRYS, and the LEP all stationed up there. Not to mention. The Mighty-SOCK."

"That's a lot of letters," Juliet clicked her tongue. Butler nodded.

Artemis waved his hand at Juliet for quiet. "I recognize the LEP, among those many, um, organizations. But. the MSL? The FSS?"

"The Mer," Mulch explained impatiently. "The Over-Seaers. And the Fairy Secret Service."

Butler almost burst out laughing, "Fairies have a secret service?"

"On the contrary, my dear Mud Man. The Fairies are the Secret Service. About three quarters of it in America, anyway. The other quarter is mostly made up of other Butler folk."

Artemis strained a bit to remember the other letters. "The. CFC, F.AA.IRYS?"

"The Centauric Fighting Circle, and Foaly's Amazing Artificially Intelligent Robotic ye1K Soilders."

"Christ! You're jesting."

"No, I'm not. I did mention the LEP, didn't I? Foaly's become much more involved with the LEP, and amazingly, he's been requested to start his own robotic fighting force."

Artemis was noticing the way Mulch was talking now. His voice had subtly changed, his tone grave, and his English flawless. He drew in a sharp breath, staring at the airplane's fine carpeted floor. "And the Mighty- SOCK?"

Mulch's face twitched, rearranging itself in a grim smile. "This is where things get really fun, boy. The Spirit of Chrishanoffer Knaus is there, too."

Juliet launched into a fit of un-ladylike laughter. "So, you've got yourself a ghost, a whole bunch of horse-people, robots, and power-crazy socks down there! That's like, a total case of ELITE BW."

"Pardon?"

"Everyone Living in the Entire Bloody World."

"Real cute, Blondie," Butler grinned.

Mulch threw up his pudgy arms in exasperation. "Don't you understand? This is not a laughing matter! D'ARVIT!!! Knaus himself is there."

"Telling the story about this Knaus-man as you did, you made it sound as if he'd died a long time ago."

"He did die a long ago."

"I don't believe I understand the problem, then."

"I said the Spirit of Knaus resides there. But now, now: who expects a child such as you, Fowl, to believe in spirits?"

Dainty heels padded upon the carpet in a series of practiced steps, which were approaching the pulled-closed curtain that divided the plane in half.

"Mother." Artemis caught his bottom lip between his teeth before hissing, "Mulch, back into the overhead compartment!"

"Compartment, me? No!"

"Mother will see you!"

"So?"

"YOU'RE A DWARF! WHAT DO YOU MEAN, SO?!"

Angeline was getting closer, the skirt of her dress rustling. "Artemis, Darling, you play such adorable games with your Butler and Julie. Perhaps you'll be an actor someday if you pay closer attention to your schoolwork, ne?" She was upon them now, peeking over Artemis's chair and smiling amiably. She eyed Mulch, who stood stone still with an undecided expression on his face. "Julie, girl, is this one of your dolls?"

".Yes?.." offered Juliet.

"May I take a look at him?"

Artemis's eyes pleaded with Juliet, but she just tossed her golden locks and grinned, "Why the Hell not?"



Mhm.. Actually tweaking the next chapter. It should be up within a couple days- so quit yer whining! Later, all. Most sincerely- kitkatfaye