Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story, they belong to Eoin Colfer, ladeda… I do own Rosetta/Cassandra and this plot.
Please don't kill me if this turns into a Mary-Sue!!!!!
Thanks to everyone who reviewed - a whole 2 people!! I'll keep calling Rosetta/Cassandra Rosetta from now, only Cassandra in speech.
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"No, please, let him go!!!!!!!"
"Rose, run!"
"I can't just leave!"
"I told you to run! You must escape! You are the Spiro empire's last hope! RUN!"
"No! FATHER!"
Rosetta sat up in the four-poster, gasping for breath. She was having these dreams more and more often. She wasn't actually there when her father was arrested, but in her dreams she could see it clear as day: a SWAT team, all in black uniform, dragging her father away from Phonetix's underground headquarters. She knew, without doubt, that at the time her father's thoughts were on her, willing her to get the message, to run.
In the month or so that she had been at Fowl Manor, Rosetta Spiro had learnt a lot about its inhabitants, more than they thought. She had to get away from here though, if she wanted to rescue the Spiro industry. Her father's trial was due to start next weekend, and Rosetta knew that if the worst happened, her father would want her to continue his work and legacy. It was her destiny. She could feel it. But a part of her, a very small but growing part, didn't want to go into business at all. The Fowls had been kind and sympathetic, and she got on well with all of them, especially Artemis Fowl I. She knew a lot about business and industry, and they would spent hours at a time together, in his study discussing the latest share prices, or on the patio chatting about the plight of third-world countries and dreaming up wild schemes to make the big western countries write off the debts. The landscape in Ireland was breathtaking, even more so than she thought on the first night. Rosetta found that the more you knew about it and explored it, the more there was to learn about and explore.
The only fly in the ointment was Artemis. Rosetta really did try to get on with him, but he just wouldn't respond. He looked at her with a strange expression sometimes, especially when she was talking with his father. Whenever he saw that she spotted it, he looked away quickly. Rosetta thought that it was somewhere between jealousy and grudging admiration, but she couldn't be sure. But why would Artemis be jealous of her? Because his father favoured her to him? Rosetta knew that even though Artemis Fowl Senior spent more time with her, Artemis was his son, and he loved him more. Surely Artemis knew that? He wasn't thick. He should have figured it out. Over the past week, he had been looking more and more smug, as if he knew her secret. Rosetta tried to shake the thought off. It was impossible. Then she realised that nothing was impossible when it concerned Artemis Fowl II.
The only thing that bothered Rosetta more than Artemis was her past, and future. She felt guilty enjoying herself so much in the house of her father's enemy and destroyer. Whenever the subject of Jon Spiro's downfall came up in the house (quite a lot), both she and Artemis would quickly try to change the subject. Perhaps Artemis noticed this. If Artemis ever found out that she was Jon Spiro's daughter, she was sure he would use the knowledge to his advantage. Or more likely, to her disadvantage. Perhaps she looked more like her father than she thought. She had his eyes, yes, but that was the only resemblance anyone had ever found between the two. Rosetta also felt uncomfortable because she knew she shouldn't be here, she should be somewhere else, trying to rally up Jon Spiro's businesses again.
Rosetta hurried out of her thoughts and down the spiralling staircase for breakfast. She was late and hungry, not a good combination. When she arrived at the table, she found to her surprise only Domovoi and Juliet.
"Morning Juliet, morning Domovoi!" she called out in what she hoped was a cheerful voice, although she had a nasty suspicion it was a tad too high. "Where are the Fowls?"
"Hi Cassy. Angeline wanted a beauty treatment, and Mr Fowl wanted a new laptop, apparently his current one is too out-of-date. He took Artemis with him, but he saw you were still asleep so he decided not to disturb you." Juliet replied. "In a few hours' time Domovoi and I will need to go and pick them up, so you'll have the place to yourself for about half an hour, is that ok?" Half an hour, Rosetta thought. Was that enough to pack and escape? She decided that she would have to try. She may not get another chance for a long time. It would have to be today.
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Please review!! I know this chapter was way shorter than the last, but its 6:15 in the morning and I can't write any more. I will make the next one longer! Please review! All constructive criticism listened to - even flames! REVIEW!!!!