"Artemis why do you want gold so much?" Butler asked as Artemis
waited in his study for Holly to come. He was already wearing his mirrored
contact lenses.
"Power is gold, and gold is Power." Artemis replied, as he reclined back in his chair.
"So what are we going to do when Holly comes back?" Mulch asked in a muffled voice from inside the filing cabinet. Artemis shrugged; just seconds before a blur in the air came flying in through the window. Artemis quickly got back to his plan and began finishing the puzzle on his desk that he had set up only minutes before. It was a 10,000 piece jigsaw and he had done over 9,000 pieces in just minutes. Holly then unshielded.
"Ah I see you've brought your body guard with you," Holly said as she stood on the desk and stared at Butler. "Now be a good bodyguard and fall asleep will you?" Holly said using the mesmer. "Also forgot what happened in the last three minutes. Nighty-night." Holly said as Butler pretended to slump out of his chair and fall asleep.
"Now Artemis," Holly said as she placed the glass scale back on the shelf. "If you come up with anything more, tell us won't you?" Holly said as she stuck a small fingernail sized camera to the filing cabinet. The camera was paper thin, magnetic, and the same silver color of the cabinet. "Well, ready for the mind wipe?" Holly asked as she tossed the silver sphere to Artemis. It quickly exploded with light and Artemis fell off his chair, asleep. "Chow!" Holly said before shielding and flying out the window. Butler quickly stood up but edged across the wall not to be picked up by the camera. Just when he was about to "accidentally" knock off the magnet camera Mulch shot out of the filing cabinet, knocking the drawer with the camera onto the floor.
"What'd I miss?" Mulch said as he wiped off some sticky notes that were inside the filing cabinet. Butler didn't answer, but cautiously picked up the drawer and saw the magnet camera crushed with sparks flying out. Butler picked up the dead spy camera and tossed it into the wastebasket.
"What the?" Artemis said as he began to stir. "Augh my head hurts."
"Holly flew in returned your scale, mind wiped you and put a spy cam behind you. Don't worry I disposed of it."
"Of what Holly or the camera?" Artemis said as a joke more than a question.
"The camera." Butler said as if he were answering a General in the army. Artemis inspected the scale before replacing it on the shelf.
"Hey, when's that elf/girl coming in?" Mulch asked as he chewed on a clod of dirk from a nearby flowerpot. "Ugh! What are the mudpeople doing to this dirt?"
"Its called fertilizer." Artemis said as he turned on his computer.
"Fertilizer my-"
"Anyway," Butler said making Mulch keep his cool. "Are we going to inform her of her elf blood?"
"Not intentionally," Artemis said as he read an email from kind George. "We will find out if she knows, not too fast though, then we'll tell her." A phone quickly ringed, shaking the cradle.
"Fowl manor, Butler, Artemis Fowl's secretary." Butler said as Artemis rolled his eyes. Domovoi Butler, on the phone, was Artemis's chef, personal assistant, gardener, caretaker, or maid. He never told them directly that he was his bodyguard. "Mmm-hmm. Yeah. Of course." Butler said into the phone. "What?" Butler said as Artemis saw Butler's grip tighten, and crack the chrome untraceable phone. Butler dropped the phone on the ground, fear in his eyes.
"Buddy," Mulch Diggums coaxed.
"Juliet. They have her."
Redwood Forest, California.
Juliet stirred and her eyelids began to flutter. She quickly tried to sit up but she was tied to something. Whatever it was it was rough and felt like moss. Her focus came into view, and she screamed at the top of her lungs, startling the two goblins that stood before her. They quickly dropped her jade hair ring in fright.
"Let me go, you two blistering goblins!" Juliet said as she struggled to free herself from the ropes. These weren't ordinary ropes; she could break out of those. These must have been faire ropes.
"Shh!" One goblin said as he picked at a wart. "Stop yelling, the tourists will here you!" The goblin said pointing to a bunch of tourists that were walking on a woodchip path. How stupid were these goblins? They had held her captive near a tourist path.
"Make her shut up." The second goblin said as he attempted to climb the redwood tree she was tied to and failed. "I'll do it myself." The goblin said as he pulled out a needle from his bag. He injected the clear liquid into Juliet's jaw, freezing up her joints. She could only stand there and stare. "Ooh this is fun!" The goblin said as he injected the liquid between his head. He fell to the ground for the nerves in his brain were froze up and couldn't reach his legs.
"Lets just get her inside." The other goblin pleaded, as he pulled a lever that was badly camoflaused on the side of the large twenty-feet thick trunk. A trap door behind Juliet opened and she fell backwards, flying down the dark pit.
Fowl Manor.
"Take me with you." Artemis pleaded. "With your heart and lung problem, you are in no condition to take on a team of wrestlers, who could beat Juliet, out of all people."
"They are short wrestlers." Butler said as he polished his baldhead. "And even though I have a bullet inside me, I can still shoot better than anybody I know."
"I sure hope so." Artemis sighed as he handed Butler his fancy black coat. "Do we know where they are?"
"The car was traced to California and several tourists reported seeing Juliet near the redwood forest."
"Don't get hurt."
"You won't have to worry about that." Butler said with a wink. "Goodbye friend." Butler said as he opened the door to the manor, to his shiny black car.
"Goodbye Domovoi." Artemis said as Butler closed the door and drove down the gravel driveway, only the noise of the gravel being shifted under the tires were heard. Artemis closed the door and stepped inside the empty home. His father and mother had recently redone their wedding vows, and were no in Jamaica on their second honeymoon. Artemis knew what he had to do. It was eight thirty and Isabel was coming in an hour. Artemis set up the scale on the table and went over his plan. He was going to talk to her about elves as they worked on the scale, and try to have her come up with the idea that her grandmother could possibly have been an elf.
"The ears, the size, the alchemy." Artemis said to himself remembering all the things that proved that her grandmother was an elf. A series of bells rung through the manor; Artemis's new assistant was at the door. Artemis quickly walked to the large manor door that was lined with steel. Artemis looked down and saw the ΒΌ elf girl standing on the steps holding a red shoebox.
"Where's that big guy?" Isabel asked implying Butler.
"He's in America." Artemis said.
"Really?" Isabel said with a smirk. "I thought you rich snobs never went anywhere without your bodyguard." Artemis clenched his teeth holding back from saying something back.
"Are those her journals?" Artemis said as he pointed to the box.
"Yup." Isabel said as she shoved Artemis aside and walked into the manor. "Nice digs you got here. I'd be pretty nice to crash here."
"Lets get to my study shall we?" Artemis said as he walked up the carpeted stairs. They reached his study and Isabel dropped the red shoebox on the metal table next to the glass scale.
"What's up with the scale?" Isabel asked.
"Well in order to change the lead into gold, they need to have the same amount of protons, and this scale will measure the amount of protons in each."
"Whatever."
"Can I see the journals?"
"You can see the outside of them." Isabel said as she opened the box and picked up one of the five journals. However these journals were each in a chrome rectangular case, that didn't have an opening. Artemis took the polished metal box from Isabel and began to examine it. It seemed to be enclosed on all sides.
"So you've never actually read the journals?" Artemis asked, not a bit discouraged.
"Nope." Isabel said as Artemis opened a drawer in his desk. He was still working to make a magnetic field to help the alchemy transformation. He pulled out a spare magnet and began to run it along the chrome case. He looked at where he ran the magnet along under a magnifying glass. At one corner of the chrome case he saw a little movement when the magnet went over it. A small pin sized piece of metal was raised slightly. A magnetic screw, all the fairies were using them. A few minutes later he had unscrewed four of the chrome-hidden screws.
"You opened it!" Isabel squealed. Artemis lifted the lid and pulled out a small golden book. The fairy bible. "What is it?"
"Nothing of importance." Artemis said as he passed the book to Isabel, who began to look at the gnomish symbols. He then opened up the second case and pulled out a red leather bound book. A few moments later he had all five-chrome cases opened. As it turns out she had passed these down to her granddaughter in hope of her finding out about her ancestry. One of the books was the fairy bible, the other was the journal in gnomish, the other the same journal translated into French, the other translated into English, the other translated into Spanish, and the fifth translated into Chinese. It seemed that her grandmother was going out on a reach for Isabel to "accidentally" figure out she was an elf.
Isabel picked up the English copy and began reading, her eyes opened wide with each word.
I am an elf. Was the first sentence in the book, and when Isabel read it she rubbed her pointy ears. Artemis meanwhile began to read the French copy, for the English copy was taken. He quickly skimmed through it until he found the part on Alchemy. He began to read. He learned mostly what he already knew, but he then learned the magic way of turning lead into gold. Instead of evening out the number of protons in each matter (usually taking protons away from gold, for it has the most) they inject just a few gold protons into the lead. The magnetic field makes the protons open, and leaved gaps as the move in the lead matter. With the high power surge and a magnetic field, the gold protons will infect the lead ones and turn gold. But the lead still had to be a certain weight as a gold nugget nearby, so the gold protons infected in the lead will know how to react.
"I-I'm part elf." Isabel said interrupting Artemis's reading.
"Of course. I knew that from the start."
"So you know all about 'the People'?"
"Met them, betrayed them, kidnapped them, and saved them. I've done it all."
"This is too much." Isabel panted.
"Well you better get used to it." Artemis said as he looked at drawings of an elf putting her hands over a chunk of lead as a small gap opened up, and melted gold fell from her fingers. Artemis then went to his desk and began to work out a new plan while using his glass scale (the glass was still a crucial part). "These journals were very helpful." Artemis handed.
"You're welcome." Isabel said sarcastically getting back to her old attitude.
"Thank-you." Artemis said, which was new to him. The concept of thanking other people beside himself was a whole new world to him. He quickly turned on his computer and began typing what he read in the journals.
"So when do I come in?" Isabel said as she began to read more about Haven and the paper-thin computers. It was more like she was reading a fantasy novel, then an actual journal.
"You can help me with the experiments. You can go home now and read the journals, and come here same time tomorrow."
"Fine." Isabel said as she collected the golden bible and the English translation of the journal. She couldn't read Spanish, French, or Chinese so the others weren't important to her, but she still like the little golden book. She left the house in a hurry. Artemis just hoped that she wasn't like him, and tries to kidnap a faire or terrorize the People.
California.
Butler drove in his white rental jeep down the street, going 12 miles over the speed limit. He didn't care. He just had to get to his sister. He reached the national park and began to set up his base. He chose a tall tree that was about 150 feet in the air and had a thirty-foot thick trunk. He put all his weapons on a lower branch where he had nailed in his camoflause tent to the tree. He took out a pair of binoculars to scan the forest. At first everything seemed normal, a few birds, trees, a deer, and a green foot standing in the middle of the forest. He adjusted his binoculars to take a closer look. It was a scaled green foot that was just standing In the middle of the forest, walking. Then an arm appeared for just a second. Butler though he knew what he was seeing and took out one of his specialized guns. Artemis had made it basing it on the fairies fizzeis. The bullets in this gun were about the size of a small egg, and were packed with gallons of pressurized water. He aimed one just above the leg and fired. The glass water fizzie, hit something and knocked it backwards on its back. Butler quickly saw the fairy technology sheet that was covering the figure began to spark and become clear through. Butler quickly climbed down the tree to see what he had just shot.
He picked off the sheet and saw the small green creature shaking on the ground. Butler picked the creature up by its leg, and called Artemis on his satellite phone.
"Artemis?" Butler said into the phone. "Its Goblins. The B'wa Kell." Butler said as he looked at the patch on the goblins leather jacket.
"Power is gold, and gold is Power." Artemis replied, as he reclined back in his chair.
"So what are we going to do when Holly comes back?" Mulch asked in a muffled voice from inside the filing cabinet. Artemis shrugged; just seconds before a blur in the air came flying in through the window. Artemis quickly got back to his plan and began finishing the puzzle on his desk that he had set up only minutes before. It was a 10,000 piece jigsaw and he had done over 9,000 pieces in just minutes. Holly then unshielded.
"Ah I see you've brought your body guard with you," Holly said as she stood on the desk and stared at Butler. "Now be a good bodyguard and fall asleep will you?" Holly said using the mesmer. "Also forgot what happened in the last three minutes. Nighty-night." Holly said as Butler pretended to slump out of his chair and fall asleep.
"Now Artemis," Holly said as she placed the glass scale back on the shelf. "If you come up with anything more, tell us won't you?" Holly said as she stuck a small fingernail sized camera to the filing cabinet. The camera was paper thin, magnetic, and the same silver color of the cabinet. "Well, ready for the mind wipe?" Holly asked as she tossed the silver sphere to Artemis. It quickly exploded with light and Artemis fell off his chair, asleep. "Chow!" Holly said before shielding and flying out the window. Butler quickly stood up but edged across the wall not to be picked up by the camera. Just when he was about to "accidentally" knock off the magnet camera Mulch shot out of the filing cabinet, knocking the drawer with the camera onto the floor.
"What'd I miss?" Mulch said as he wiped off some sticky notes that were inside the filing cabinet. Butler didn't answer, but cautiously picked up the drawer and saw the magnet camera crushed with sparks flying out. Butler picked up the dead spy camera and tossed it into the wastebasket.
"What the?" Artemis said as he began to stir. "Augh my head hurts."
"Holly flew in returned your scale, mind wiped you and put a spy cam behind you. Don't worry I disposed of it."
"Of what Holly or the camera?" Artemis said as a joke more than a question.
"The camera." Butler said as if he were answering a General in the army. Artemis inspected the scale before replacing it on the shelf.
"Hey, when's that elf/girl coming in?" Mulch asked as he chewed on a clod of dirk from a nearby flowerpot. "Ugh! What are the mudpeople doing to this dirt?"
"Its called fertilizer." Artemis said as he turned on his computer.
"Fertilizer my-"
"Anyway," Butler said making Mulch keep his cool. "Are we going to inform her of her elf blood?"
"Not intentionally," Artemis said as he read an email from kind George. "We will find out if she knows, not too fast though, then we'll tell her." A phone quickly ringed, shaking the cradle.
"Fowl manor, Butler, Artemis Fowl's secretary." Butler said as Artemis rolled his eyes. Domovoi Butler, on the phone, was Artemis's chef, personal assistant, gardener, caretaker, or maid. He never told them directly that he was his bodyguard. "Mmm-hmm. Yeah. Of course." Butler said into the phone. "What?" Butler said as Artemis saw Butler's grip tighten, and crack the chrome untraceable phone. Butler dropped the phone on the ground, fear in his eyes.
"Buddy," Mulch Diggums coaxed.
"Juliet. They have her."
Redwood Forest, California.
Juliet stirred and her eyelids began to flutter. She quickly tried to sit up but she was tied to something. Whatever it was it was rough and felt like moss. Her focus came into view, and she screamed at the top of her lungs, startling the two goblins that stood before her. They quickly dropped her jade hair ring in fright.
"Let me go, you two blistering goblins!" Juliet said as she struggled to free herself from the ropes. These weren't ordinary ropes; she could break out of those. These must have been faire ropes.
"Shh!" One goblin said as he picked at a wart. "Stop yelling, the tourists will here you!" The goblin said pointing to a bunch of tourists that were walking on a woodchip path. How stupid were these goblins? They had held her captive near a tourist path.
"Make her shut up." The second goblin said as he attempted to climb the redwood tree she was tied to and failed. "I'll do it myself." The goblin said as he pulled out a needle from his bag. He injected the clear liquid into Juliet's jaw, freezing up her joints. She could only stand there and stare. "Ooh this is fun!" The goblin said as he injected the liquid between his head. He fell to the ground for the nerves in his brain were froze up and couldn't reach his legs.
"Lets just get her inside." The other goblin pleaded, as he pulled a lever that was badly camoflaused on the side of the large twenty-feet thick trunk. A trap door behind Juliet opened and she fell backwards, flying down the dark pit.
Fowl Manor.
"Take me with you." Artemis pleaded. "With your heart and lung problem, you are in no condition to take on a team of wrestlers, who could beat Juliet, out of all people."
"They are short wrestlers." Butler said as he polished his baldhead. "And even though I have a bullet inside me, I can still shoot better than anybody I know."
"I sure hope so." Artemis sighed as he handed Butler his fancy black coat. "Do we know where they are?"
"The car was traced to California and several tourists reported seeing Juliet near the redwood forest."
"Don't get hurt."
"You won't have to worry about that." Butler said with a wink. "Goodbye friend." Butler said as he opened the door to the manor, to his shiny black car.
"Goodbye Domovoi." Artemis said as Butler closed the door and drove down the gravel driveway, only the noise of the gravel being shifted under the tires were heard. Artemis closed the door and stepped inside the empty home. His father and mother had recently redone their wedding vows, and were no in Jamaica on their second honeymoon. Artemis knew what he had to do. It was eight thirty and Isabel was coming in an hour. Artemis set up the scale on the table and went over his plan. He was going to talk to her about elves as they worked on the scale, and try to have her come up with the idea that her grandmother could possibly have been an elf.
"The ears, the size, the alchemy." Artemis said to himself remembering all the things that proved that her grandmother was an elf. A series of bells rung through the manor; Artemis's new assistant was at the door. Artemis quickly walked to the large manor door that was lined with steel. Artemis looked down and saw the ΒΌ elf girl standing on the steps holding a red shoebox.
"Where's that big guy?" Isabel asked implying Butler.
"He's in America." Artemis said.
"Really?" Isabel said with a smirk. "I thought you rich snobs never went anywhere without your bodyguard." Artemis clenched his teeth holding back from saying something back.
"Are those her journals?" Artemis said as he pointed to the box.
"Yup." Isabel said as she shoved Artemis aside and walked into the manor. "Nice digs you got here. I'd be pretty nice to crash here."
"Lets get to my study shall we?" Artemis said as he walked up the carpeted stairs. They reached his study and Isabel dropped the red shoebox on the metal table next to the glass scale.
"What's up with the scale?" Isabel asked.
"Well in order to change the lead into gold, they need to have the same amount of protons, and this scale will measure the amount of protons in each."
"Whatever."
"Can I see the journals?"
"You can see the outside of them." Isabel said as she opened the box and picked up one of the five journals. However these journals were each in a chrome rectangular case, that didn't have an opening. Artemis took the polished metal box from Isabel and began to examine it. It seemed to be enclosed on all sides.
"So you've never actually read the journals?" Artemis asked, not a bit discouraged.
"Nope." Isabel said as Artemis opened a drawer in his desk. He was still working to make a magnetic field to help the alchemy transformation. He pulled out a spare magnet and began to run it along the chrome case. He looked at where he ran the magnet along under a magnifying glass. At one corner of the chrome case he saw a little movement when the magnet went over it. A small pin sized piece of metal was raised slightly. A magnetic screw, all the fairies were using them. A few minutes later he had unscrewed four of the chrome-hidden screws.
"You opened it!" Isabel squealed. Artemis lifted the lid and pulled out a small golden book. The fairy bible. "What is it?"
"Nothing of importance." Artemis said as he passed the book to Isabel, who began to look at the gnomish symbols. He then opened up the second case and pulled out a red leather bound book. A few moments later he had all five-chrome cases opened. As it turns out she had passed these down to her granddaughter in hope of her finding out about her ancestry. One of the books was the fairy bible, the other was the journal in gnomish, the other the same journal translated into French, the other translated into English, the other translated into Spanish, and the fifth translated into Chinese. It seemed that her grandmother was going out on a reach for Isabel to "accidentally" figure out she was an elf.
Isabel picked up the English copy and began reading, her eyes opened wide with each word.
I am an elf. Was the first sentence in the book, and when Isabel read it she rubbed her pointy ears. Artemis meanwhile began to read the French copy, for the English copy was taken. He quickly skimmed through it until he found the part on Alchemy. He began to read. He learned mostly what he already knew, but he then learned the magic way of turning lead into gold. Instead of evening out the number of protons in each matter (usually taking protons away from gold, for it has the most) they inject just a few gold protons into the lead. The magnetic field makes the protons open, and leaved gaps as the move in the lead matter. With the high power surge and a magnetic field, the gold protons will infect the lead ones and turn gold. But the lead still had to be a certain weight as a gold nugget nearby, so the gold protons infected in the lead will know how to react.
"I-I'm part elf." Isabel said interrupting Artemis's reading.
"Of course. I knew that from the start."
"So you know all about 'the People'?"
"Met them, betrayed them, kidnapped them, and saved them. I've done it all."
"This is too much." Isabel panted.
"Well you better get used to it." Artemis said as he looked at drawings of an elf putting her hands over a chunk of lead as a small gap opened up, and melted gold fell from her fingers. Artemis then went to his desk and began to work out a new plan while using his glass scale (the glass was still a crucial part). "These journals were very helpful." Artemis handed.
"You're welcome." Isabel said sarcastically getting back to her old attitude.
"Thank-you." Artemis said, which was new to him. The concept of thanking other people beside himself was a whole new world to him. He quickly turned on his computer and began typing what he read in the journals.
"So when do I come in?" Isabel said as she began to read more about Haven and the paper-thin computers. It was more like she was reading a fantasy novel, then an actual journal.
"You can help me with the experiments. You can go home now and read the journals, and come here same time tomorrow."
"Fine." Isabel said as she collected the golden bible and the English translation of the journal. She couldn't read Spanish, French, or Chinese so the others weren't important to her, but she still like the little golden book. She left the house in a hurry. Artemis just hoped that she wasn't like him, and tries to kidnap a faire or terrorize the People.
California.
Butler drove in his white rental jeep down the street, going 12 miles over the speed limit. He didn't care. He just had to get to his sister. He reached the national park and began to set up his base. He chose a tall tree that was about 150 feet in the air and had a thirty-foot thick trunk. He put all his weapons on a lower branch where he had nailed in his camoflause tent to the tree. He took out a pair of binoculars to scan the forest. At first everything seemed normal, a few birds, trees, a deer, and a green foot standing in the middle of the forest. He adjusted his binoculars to take a closer look. It was a scaled green foot that was just standing In the middle of the forest, walking. Then an arm appeared for just a second. Butler though he knew what he was seeing and took out one of his specialized guns. Artemis had made it basing it on the fairies fizzeis. The bullets in this gun were about the size of a small egg, and were packed with gallons of pressurized water. He aimed one just above the leg and fired. The glass water fizzie, hit something and knocked it backwards on its back. Butler quickly saw the fairy technology sheet that was covering the figure began to spark and become clear through. Butler quickly climbed down the tree to see what he had just shot.
He picked off the sheet and saw the small green creature shaking on the ground. Butler picked the creature up by its leg, and called Artemis on his satellite phone.
"Artemis?" Butler said into the phone. "Its Goblins. The B'wa Kell." Butler said as he looked at the patch on the goblins leather jacket.