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Note: This chapter is written from the point of view of Artemis, I think it's better that way.

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You could say this was a Mary-Sue, but it will be (I hope) a well written one with a twist. You can flame me if you want, but it will be ignored unless it contains useful criticism. I have repeatedly given warnings, including in the summary, so if you hate Mary-Sues and you are still reading this then you are a hypocrite.

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Artemis Fowl's Journal. Disk 1. Encrypted.

The horse was crossing in front of the car, its rider hadn't seen us. It wasn't our fault, I told myself as I sprang out of the back seat, disregarding mother's shout and Domovoi's warning. I had never been this hasty before, what's wrong with me? Usually I would just leave the situation to Domovoi or Juliet. Not today.

As I ran towards the pair of them, I realised with a jolt that the horse was Holly, my own mare. But that meant… no, it couldn't be! My suspicions were confirmed as I recognised the unmistakable long dark curly hair and the familiar face of Cassandra. Her eyes were closed. Was she unconscious? Was she dead? Oh gods, please don't let her be dead, I care about her too much, I thought. I stopped dead in my tracks. I cared about her too much?

I did not have time to examine my thoughts and emotions. The Butler siblings immediately rushed up to take care of the situation. While Domovoi attended to Holly, Juliet lifted Cassandra up gently and carried her all the way back up to the manor. I rushed in front to hold the door open for her. First unexplainable emotions, then voluntary running? I thought. I need an aspirin. Yeah - no, yes. An aspirin and perhaps a long nap would solve the problem. Once I saw that Cassandra was lying safely in her room, I decided to go downstairs to the kitchen to see if I could find that much-needed aspirin. I was walking down the stairs when Domovoi and my parents practically sprinted up to Cassandra's room. Would they do that if it was me lying there? I thought sourly. I was ashamed of that thought almost immediately. Of course they would. I'm their son. They loved me just as much, no more, than they loved Cassandra. I almost slapped myself for being so selfish. Anyway, when have I ever cared whether my parents loved me or not? In the past I probably would have been glad if they didn't give a damn about me. It would leave me in private to hatch up more schemes and plots. I wanted them healed, yes. I gave up half a ton of pure gold for my mother's sanity. But I only did that because I wanted to have parents like normal teenagers. But then, when have I ever been a normal teenager? My head was spinning like the washing machine put on high. I noticed a folded piece of paper lying on the table next to the small ornamental dagger that Cassandra always carried with her. I was just about to unfold it when my mother appeared in the doorway. I quickly hid the note.

"Artemis, darling, come up stairs. Cassandra is calling your name!"

She was calling my name. She was calling my name. My name. I stood stock still for a moment, then sprinted up the stairs after mother faster than Juliet could paralyse someone. She was calling my name. I was just about to burst into the room when I caught myself. I had to look composed. Emotionless. Like normal. I went in.

I took a seat next to her bed. She seemed to be murmuring in her sleep. Domovoi whispered to me that there was nothing seriously wrong with her. She had simply sprained her ankle and banged her head on the ground. I thanked the gods she was wearing a helmet. She would have to sleep for the rest of the day, but she would be fine tomorrow. A little disorientated for a while, maybe, but fine. I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Artemis…"

My attention immediately focused on Cassandra.

"Fowl… Father! Father, no! You can't take him away! It was a set-up! Stop!"

Her voice changed from panic and anger to a deep menace.

"I'll get you for this, Fowl! I will avenge my father! Spiro Industries will rule the world again!"

So that was why she avoided the subject of Jon Spiro. She was his daughter. But then what was that story she told us the first day she was here? When we rescued her from Dublin? Was it all fake? A lie?

No. Some of it was, obviously. The part about the bomb. The part about her mother, I guessed, was real. Spiro wouldn't want that ruining his reputation, so he hid them away. After I destroyed him, she would have run. Probably took the first plane out of the US. Maybe even changed her first name. The last part about restarting Spiro Industries - maybe it was her mother's last instructions to her. But that would mean she hates my guts, I thought. I felt as though someone had dropped a brick on my head. And I thought she wanted to see me. I thought she liked me. How stupid I was! She will never like me, because I ruined her father.

I realised with a jolt to my stomach that Cassandra had just revealed to my parents that I was the one who caused Spiro's downfall, With the eyes of everyone in the room on me, I stumbled out of the door. No Domovoi or Juliet to steady me this time. They had known, of course, but I think they were too surprised at Cassandra's identity to do anything. I went to my room and got out a prototype Cube which I had kept. The faeries knew nothing of it, or you could bet your life that Holly Short would be flying in to investigate.

With a few clicks, I hacked into the United States' birth records. I keyed in 'Cassandra De Vasco'. There were a few matches but none seemed right, they were all born in Massachusetts or something like that. 'Cassandra Spiro' had one possible match, but it looked like she was Jon Spiro's second cousin or something. Frustrated, I tried 'Spiro'. It came up with about 10,000 matches. I browsed through the list. Nothing for a long time, but eventually I came up with a match. Rosetta Spiro. Female. Father: Jon Spiro. Mother: Maria De Vasco. Bingo.

I stood up from the leather swivel chair I was sitting on and I felt something in my pocket. I pulled it out. It was Cassandra's Rosetta's dagger and note. The note read:

Dear Angeline, Mr Fowl, Artemis, Domovoi and Juliet,

I'm really sorry to have to leave like this. I did not tell you everything the day I arrived here, and I will not tell you now although I'm sure you will all understand soon enough. Thank you for all your hospitality.

Love, Cassandra

PS I will return Holly, your horse, once I have settled. Look out for her in about a month's time.

The parts of the puzzle grouped themselves together in my mind. Cassandra, no Rosetta was running away from the US. She took the first plane out of America, and arrived at Dublin. From there she wandered around until we found her. But she genuinely seemed to love the Irish countryside as much as any of us. There was probably a conflict going on constantly in her head as to whether she should follow her mother's wishes or just stay on here and enjoy life. She obviously thought that today would be the only chance she would have to escape. So she took it.

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