Disclaimer: We all know how it goes…… I don't own any of the characters in this story except for Rosetta and I'm not making any money!

Thanks a lot to everyone who reviewed! Here's the update! I have now unblocked anonymous reviews.

Loads of people said that I should call Butler Butler, and not Domovoi but as I have already done it in the first 5 chaps I'll carry on.

Is d*mn a swear word? If it is then I'm sorry, just replace it with something else.

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The room was empty.

Anger swelled up inside Rosetta. Why should she have to apologise, when it was he who had insulted her father so? And why was he not there? He was always in the study. She had seen him disappear through its doors a hundred times at all hours of day and night, and now he wasn't there. Even though Rosetta knew she was being unreasonable, she didn't care. If he wasn't going to be bothered being in the write place at the right time, then she wouldn't bother apologising either.

Artemis was, in fact, outside. Strolling through the small patch of woodland within Fowl Manor's grounds which both he and Rosetta had grown to love, he couldn't help but reflect it was practically the only thing they had in common. He sat down on a moss-covered rock in a small clearing and let out a sigh into one of his favourite haunts. He knew that maybe he should not have burst out at Rosetta. He debated with himself whether an apology was due, but the more arrogant side of his nature refused to see reason. It occurred to him that he may have bi-polar disorder. He almost smiled at this thought. Dr F Roy Dean Schlippe was slipping up. Artemis made a mental note never to that again. Why should he apologise to Rosetta anyway? She was a teenage girl. She had mood swings. She'll get over it. "But will you?" he asked himself. "Of course!" his stubborn answered. All those things she said to him - was it really just a freak mood swing, or did she actually mean them? Then he realised there was another possibility. What if it was true? What if he really was a feelingless gold-hungry creep? "You are not." A voice inside his head said. "You gave all that money to Amnesty International, remember?" But that was just one good deed. One small rock in a sea of crime and deceit. Besides, that had been inspired by his father and the faeries. Perhaps Rosetta was not the only one with mood swings…… or maybe he had done that as a sort of pre-payment for more crimes he was going to commit? Artemis rubbed his temples. All his mixed-up thoughts, feelings and emotions were giving him a headache - something a boy genius like himself should not have. He stood up and walked, or rather stumbled, towards a small brook which he knew was around here somewhere. When he found it he knelt on its bank and splashed water onto his face. He then took several large cool, refreshing drinks and allowed himself the luxury of a small grin at what mother would be saying about hygiene if she saw him now.

The water must have had some sort of magical influence, because after drinking it when Artemis stood up and found his trousers (hand-tailored, €300) covered in filth and that he didn't give a damn. Actually the brook had its roots somewhere near Tara, the most magical place on earth. Some of the water from its well had leaked into the brook. Artemis Fowl laughed with joy for the first time in his life and sprang back towards the manor.

Almost ironically, at this moment Rosetta was heading down towards the woods, but her preferred route was taking the long way round so she did not see Artemis. She had found a large birch tree which was ideal for sitting and thinking in. She tended to run down there whenever the constant conflict in her head became too much to bear. Her head was still complaining from her earlier fall as she climbed nimbly through the branches but she ignored it. Reaching her favourite spot on a small triangle between three sturdy branches she sat in the meditative position which Domovoi Butler had taught her. Calming herself totally, she let her mind drift into infinity. When she stirred again the sun was already setting over Ireland.

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That chapter was kinda short (and kinda crap too)… should I keep the chapter lengths more consistent? Lol anyway pleez r/r!!!