I've totally redone it! Trust me, this BoaFG is repaired and MUCH better...let's not waste any time then...
BTW, this is x-mas time and Arty is thirteen.... It's three months after TEC
Disclaimer: I own absolutely, positively, diddly squat already!
CHAPTER 1
"Earl Grey, Master Fowl?"
Artemis mused. "I will have a different beverage today, actually," he told the flight attendant. "Coffee. Any flavor will suit me."
The servant nodded and walked down the aisle of the Artemis Fowl's private jet. He'd paid for it with his own money Artemis was being daring. Coffee made him hyperactive, even if it was his favorite drink.
Loose too. It wasn't often you'd hear Artemis say 'anything will suit me.'
The butler came back with a small, golden lined cup of coffee on a saucer and sat it down before the Irish teenager.
"Decaffeinated Hazelnut sir. Cream or sugar?"
"Neither please. Also, thank you for lightening it."
"You're welcome sir."
As he sipped his coffee a thought swirled within his head. It was probably nothing. His maternal grandmother had hazel eyes as well as his mother's brother. But when someone said 'Uncle Pachil' hazel eyes wasn't the first thing that came to Artemis's mind.
He took another sip and looked out of the window. Snow coated the Irish countryside. Christmas was a week away and for one of the few times in his life, he was slightly excited about it.
Artemis couldn't really remember his last Christmas at all. Something to do with San D' Klass, king of the Frond dynasty, whoever and whatever that was. He probably read it on the Internet somewhere.
He finished his drink as the plane landed smoothly at a small hanger a five miles away from Fowl Manor.
Fowl picked up his large duffle bag with the St. Bartleby's School for Young Gentlemen emblem on both sides.
Butler was waiting in a black Jeep at the front of the hanger. "Welcome back Artemis." He greeted his master and friend warmly.
Artemis returned the greeting, threw his luggage in the back seat and climbed into the passenger's seat of the vehicle. "How are mother and father?" He paused. "And Juliet and yourself of course."
"Everything is well. Juliet and your mother are putting up decorations. I was helping with the lights before I came to pick you up and your father is out buying a tree. He wants you to help put ornaments on it. I was a bit glad to get away from the work. My back is killing me.... happens a lot lately...."
Suddenly, Artemis moaned.
"What? You don't want to decorate the tree?"
"No," Artemis sighed. "I need to buy presents. Can you take me to Neiman- Marcus while we are out?"
Butler shrugged and made a left turn towards the nearest town. Artemis pulled his cell phone out of his blazer and dialed the Fowl Manor number. The answering machine picked up and he left a message saying that he would be late. Nothing more.
Neiman-Marcus was most famously known in New York City, but Artemis was delighted to find one recently built about thirty or forty miles away from his home. He now did all of his regular shopping there. In fact he'd bought his private jet at Neiman-Marcus.
The store was huge and Artemis felt a rush of warm air as he entered the revolving glass door. He strolled through the many tables of the latest gadgets. There were simple neck massagers to the futuristic, very recently released skin colored microphones that could be used for spy business.
"Those seem very familiar..." Artemis muttered.
"You probably saw them the last time you were here." Butler replied. But he too peered at the device suspiciously. They continued along and Butler pointed out a virtual reality wrestling game that he was certain Juliet would die for.
In the end, Artemis had gotten the game for Juliet, a back massager and heating pad for Butler, plus a yearlong subscription to Guns & Ammo; for his mother, a pair of Tempur-Pedic bed slippers and a stunning red gown. For a minute he thought 'to match her hair' but his mother's hair was dark brown...
Lastly, he bought a collection of Shakespeare's novels and a designer, water resistant dress suit for his father.
But something felt strange. "Butler, I feel as if we are neglecting someone. A few people in fact."
Butler shrugged. "You have a present for Juliet, Angeline, and your father. You must be missing..." he hesitated. "....me."
Artemis shook his head. "No, I have you." The crows feet by his eyes deepened. "I will surely remember him or her later."
Carefully storing the many gifts in the back seat of the car by his school duffel bag, Artemis set off to Fowl Manor with Butler. He gaped when they arrived at the iron gate.
The entire mansion had been entirely laced with tinsel, wreaths, and other fixtures. As they drove closer Artemis noticed shaped gingerbread ornaments and hanging balls that smelt of cinnamon. His father was assembling a tree in the front courtyard that must have been twenty-five or thirty feet tall. Juliet and Angeline appeared from around the other side. At least the man had help.
The inside was even more decadent. The staircase rail was lined with green brush and as Artemis ran his hand along the oak banister, he fingered plump holly berries along the way.
His knees felt weak. These strange feelings had been happening very much but this was the most often. Three deja vus in one day!
Fowl tried to link them together...hazel...skin mikes...holly berries....a thought struck him as he thought of the red dress. Hazel....skin mike...red...holly...
And as he watched snow fall from the sky and stick to the window yet another coincidence occurred. Snow and ice seemed to have a very strong meaning as well as the fact that he remembered the house having repairs for no reason last Christmas.
STALAGMITE CAVES, OUTSIDE OF HAVEN
"Another mission accomplished." said Corporal Grub Kelp proudly.
Trouble rolled his eyes. "It technically wasn't a real mission. You only think is was because you actually accomplished it!"
"Capturing a rare crystal from these creepy caves is heroic!" protested his little brother. Captain Holly Short rolled her eyes and examined a clear blood red hunk of stone that clung to the right wall. Other LEP officers were browsing around the area. Trouble was right. It was really only a search more than a mission. Foaly needed as much of a certain crystal as possible for his new invention.
Holly felt someone beside her and saw Trouble running a gloved hand over the red stone. "Phoenix Quartz." He said, admiring it. "Very magical....very dangerous."
"I've never heard of it before." Holly replied, taking off one of her gloves.
Trouble grabbed her wrist. "Never touch it." He said firmly. "It causes burns. My dad used to have some lying around and my mom was put in intensive care for a week and a half." Holly stretched out her tapered fingers and managed to touch the rock.
It was warm. She closed her eyes and let the feeling flow throughout her body. Trouble hesitated and released her wrist, letting Holly put her palm onto the Phoenix Quartz. Several seconds passed and she turned to her friend.
"It is fine to touch." She told him and cautiously, Trouble followed suit. Nothing happened.
At last he shrugged. "It must be inactive and lost it's magic."
Holly looked at him frankly. "Why did your father have it?"
"Although dangerous, Phoenix Quartz is a wonder in some potions. It's a component in oil and is one of the reasons that the Mud Men are constantly blowing themselves up with gasoline." Trouble replied. "Some of that I learned at home, some at the Academy."
Holly slowly nodded. The name sounded familiar and as he explained she began to regain memories of a section of her Recon training about different magic enhancers. "It's an elixir too isn't it?" she asked.
"At a certain stage, yes." Said a voice, but it wasn't Trouble's. She looked behind her and Commander Root was staring at the quartz. "This section here is by the looks of it long out of that league." He tapped the side of the rock and yelled out. There was a huge black mark on his fingertip where he had touched it. The burn was smoking and Root cursing.
Almost immediately two warlocks laid him on a stretcher and were carrying him away. The two younger LEP looked at each other.
"Why did that happen?"
Trouble sighed. "I don't know. I just don't know."
YAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm a done. I still have the other chapters up if this is your first time reading. But I would highly recommend you following with me. Though it still is kinda bad it's better than it was. In your face artemissues! Hehehehehehehehee.....but I really do hope she reads this. I really do.
BTW, this is x-mas time and Arty is thirteen.... It's three months after TEC
Disclaimer: I own absolutely, positively, diddly squat already!
CHAPTER 1
"Earl Grey, Master Fowl?"
Artemis mused. "I will have a different beverage today, actually," he told the flight attendant. "Coffee. Any flavor will suit me."
The servant nodded and walked down the aisle of the Artemis Fowl's private jet. He'd paid for it with his own money Artemis was being daring. Coffee made him hyperactive, even if it was his favorite drink.
Loose too. It wasn't often you'd hear Artemis say 'anything will suit me.'
The butler came back with a small, golden lined cup of coffee on a saucer and sat it down before the Irish teenager.
"Decaffeinated Hazelnut sir. Cream or sugar?"
"Neither please. Also, thank you for lightening it."
"You're welcome sir."
As he sipped his coffee a thought swirled within his head. It was probably nothing. His maternal grandmother had hazel eyes as well as his mother's brother. But when someone said 'Uncle Pachil' hazel eyes wasn't the first thing that came to Artemis's mind.
He took another sip and looked out of the window. Snow coated the Irish countryside. Christmas was a week away and for one of the few times in his life, he was slightly excited about it.
Artemis couldn't really remember his last Christmas at all. Something to do with San D' Klass, king of the Frond dynasty, whoever and whatever that was. He probably read it on the Internet somewhere.
He finished his drink as the plane landed smoothly at a small hanger a five miles away from Fowl Manor.
Fowl picked up his large duffle bag with the St. Bartleby's School for Young Gentlemen emblem on both sides.
Butler was waiting in a black Jeep at the front of the hanger. "Welcome back Artemis." He greeted his master and friend warmly.
Artemis returned the greeting, threw his luggage in the back seat and climbed into the passenger's seat of the vehicle. "How are mother and father?" He paused. "And Juliet and yourself of course."
"Everything is well. Juliet and your mother are putting up decorations. I was helping with the lights before I came to pick you up and your father is out buying a tree. He wants you to help put ornaments on it. I was a bit glad to get away from the work. My back is killing me.... happens a lot lately...."
Suddenly, Artemis moaned.
"What? You don't want to decorate the tree?"
"No," Artemis sighed. "I need to buy presents. Can you take me to Neiman- Marcus while we are out?"
Butler shrugged and made a left turn towards the nearest town. Artemis pulled his cell phone out of his blazer and dialed the Fowl Manor number. The answering machine picked up and he left a message saying that he would be late. Nothing more.
Neiman-Marcus was most famously known in New York City, but Artemis was delighted to find one recently built about thirty or forty miles away from his home. He now did all of his regular shopping there. In fact he'd bought his private jet at Neiman-Marcus.
The store was huge and Artemis felt a rush of warm air as he entered the revolving glass door. He strolled through the many tables of the latest gadgets. There were simple neck massagers to the futuristic, very recently released skin colored microphones that could be used for spy business.
"Those seem very familiar..." Artemis muttered.
"You probably saw them the last time you were here." Butler replied. But he too peered at the device suspiciously. They continued along and Butler pointed out a virtual reality wrestling game that he was certain Juliet would die for.
In the end, Artemis had gotten the game for Juliet, a back massager and heating pad for Butler, plus a yearlong subscription to Guns & Ammo; for his mother, a pair of Tempur-Pedic bed slippers and a stunning red gown. For a minute he thought 'to match her hair' but his mother's hair was dark brown...
Lastly, he bought a collection of Shakespeare's novels and a designer, water resistant dress suit for his father.
But something felt strange. "Butler, I feel as if we are neglecting someone. A few people in fact."
Butler shrugged. "You have a present for Juliet, Angeline, and your father. You must be missing..." he hesitated. "....me."
Artemis shook his head. "No, I have you." The crows feet by his eyes deepened. "I will surely remember him or her later."
Carefully storing the many gifts in the back seat of the car by his school duffel bag, Artemis set off to Fowl Manor with Butler. He gaped when they arrived at the iron gate.
The entire mansion had been entirely laced with tinsel, wreaths, and other fixtures. As they drove closer Artemis noticed shaped gingerbread ornaments and hanging balls that smelt of cinnamon. His father was assembling a tree in the front courtyard that must have been twenty-five or thirty feet tall. Juliet and Angeline appeared from around the other side. At least the man had help.
The inside was even more decadent. The staircase rail was lined with green brush and as Artemis ran his hand along the oak banister, he fingered plump holly berries along the way.
His knees felt weak. These strange feelings had been happening very much but this was the most often. Three deja vus in one day!
Fowl tried to link them together...hazel...skin mikes...holly berries....a thought struck him as he thought of the red dress. Hazel....skin mike...red...holly...
And as he watched snow fall from the sky and stick to the window yet another coincidence occurred. Snow and ice seemed to have a very strong meaning as well as the fact that he remembered the house having repairs for no reason last Christmas.
STALAGMITE CAVES, OUTSIDE OF HAVEN
"Another mission accomplished." said Corporal Grub Kelp proudly.
Trouble rolled his eyes. "It technically wasn't a real mission. You only think is was because you actually accomplished it!"
"Capturing a rare crystal from these creepy caves is heroic!" protested his little brother. Captain Holly Short rolled her eyes and examined a clear blood red hunk of stone that clung to the right wall. Other LEP officers were browsing around the area. Trouble was right. It was really only a search more than a mission. Foaly needed as much of a certain crystal as possible for his new invention.
Holly felt someone beside her and saw Trouble running a gloved hand over the red stone. "Phoenix Quartz." He said, admiring it. "Very magical....very dangerous."
"I've never heard of it before." Holly replied, taking off one of her gloves.
Trouble grabbed her wrist. "Never touch it." He said firmly. "It causes burns. My dad used to have some lying around and my mom was put in intensive care for a week and a half." Holly stretched out her tapered fingers and managed to touch the rock.
It was warm. She closed her eyes and let the feeling flow throughout her body. Trouble hesitated and released her wrist, letting Holly put her palm onto the Phoenix Quartz. Several seconds passed and she turned to her friend.
"It is fine to touch." She told him and cautiously, Trouble followed suit. Nothing happened.
At last he shrugged. "It must be inactive and lost it's magic."
Holly looked at him frankly. "Why did your father have it?"
"Although dangerous, Phoenix Quartz is a wonder in some potions. It's a component in oil and is one of the reasons that the Mud Men are constantly blowing themselves up with gasoline." Trouble replied. "Some of that I learned at home, some at the Academy."
Holly slowly nodded. The name sounded familiar and as he explained she began to regain memories of a section of her Recon training about different magic enhancers. "It's an elixir too isn't it?" she asked.
"At a certain stage, yes." Said a voice, but it wasn't Trouble's. She looked behind her and Commander Root was staring at the quartz. "This section here is by the looks of it long out of that league." He tapped the side of the rock and yelled out. There was a huge black mark on his fingertip where he had touched it. The burn was smoking and Root cursing.
Almost immediately two warlocks laid him on a stretcher and were carrying him away. The two younger LEP looked at each other.
"Why did that happen?"
Trouble sighed. "I don't know. I just don't know."
YAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm a done. I still have the other chapters up if this is your first time reading. But I would highly recommend you following with me. Though it still is kinda bad it's better than it was. In your face artemissues! Hehehehehehehehee.....but I really do hope she reads this. I really do.