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Note: A story I wrote on a whim, long long ago. I decided to tackle it again. Currently not post-TEC compliant. I may make changes later. Hope you enjoy.
Chapter 1 : Musings
My father had once told me stories of fairies, goblins, elves and the magical sort. He had told me before I drifted off to sleep about the struggles of those who lived Underground and how us humans, the Mud Men, were either with or against them. About magic having rules and regulations of their own. A completely different world right below my feet.
He stopped telling me those fairy tales long ago, before I started to "grow up". Apparently, he hoped I would just forget about it. I saw later that he did not want to ruin his reputation. What kind of reputation does my father have? I found out when I was about 6 or 7 that my father was a criminal mastermind, and I believe he still is. He must have picked it up from his father, who I've heard to be milling about that same sort of area- i.e. illegal negotiations, blackmail, the usual. Apparently, it's a family business.
Anyway, according to Juliet my father was sinister even as a young boy like me. Using his genius mind to come up with ways to get money in the foulest (excuse the pun) forms. Although she never told me the details, I figured it would not look good for a cold hearted hacker to be babying his adoptive son.
Now those thoughts got me thinking. Thinking about something that kept me up in bed a lot in the past few years. Why did Mr. Fowl or "Father" adopt me in the first place? I was only 2 when he first brought me to the Fowl estate. Why would a rich, wealthy, and seemingly good man want to take in a boy? It seems strange even now that he has never been married.
Mr. Fowl is not old or revolting though. He's still in his 30's and perfectly eligible as a bachelor. Juliet thought he was good-looking herself. I just think she's says that because she feels like his big sister, having almost grown up with him inside the mansion. She views Father like every normal sister would: as her adorable little brother. As if Juliet, Butler, and my father were some abnormal family that serves the youngest.
Did Father want an adoptive son to add on their unusual family tree?
Or do I play a different role in his life?
Or maybe I don't even matter to him at all. Maybe I was just some sort of 'phase' that parents say their teenagers go through. Acting on a whim. I have conjured up with many different reasons over the years.
Now about those fairy tales. I admit that I dismissed them as mere stories, nothing more. Some lame trick to lull a whinny kid to sleep. Not saying that I was whinny or as such. However, I thought that being disillusioned at such a young age about who my father really is had jaded me into not feeling shock somehow. I've found that I can still be startled by the truth.
The truth that those fairy tales are very real indeed.
