Disclaimers are so freaking annoying! You know the drill, I'm not Eoin
Colfer and I did not create Artemis Fowl.
evil pharaohess of the underworld: You're not the first person that's said that, heck even I prefer Power Hunrgy. I don't plan on killing any lovable characters off though, what makes you say that?
Chapter 10
Butler stepped on to the jet, with several faerie guards at his shoulder.
"Where's the pilot?" Butler asked, looking back at them.
"He's a little, tied up at the moment," snickered one of the guards.
The other ones laughed, but Butler simply rolled his eyes. The saddest part about that comment, he silently thought, is that they actually found it funny.
He continued on his walk through the plane till he came to the back.
"Well?" One of the guards prodded him with there gun, one thing that he wouldn't dare to do if the faeries didn't have Butler outnumbered and out armed. "Where is it?"
Butler replied by taking another step forward and sliding away the back wall to reveal a safe. He touched the dial and entered in the digits, and when the safe door came open, one of the faeries gasped loudly.
The men, Opal's warriors, had been hearing legend about the Talkan Scepter since they were children, but they never expected it to be so beautiful. Completely gold with rubies, sapphires and other precious stones embedded in it, it was truly breath taking.
"Pick it up," one of the guards ordered after several moments of silence.
Butler obeyed, gently lifting the scepter out of it's velvet cradle.
~*~
Root shivered as he heard the voice.
"What's wrong commander?" came the voice. "Are you giving me the silent treatment? After all you did to me do I really deserve that?"
"Who is it?" Asked Holly.
Root didn't hear her though.
How did he get out? Root silently asked himself. He was locked away in Zemzi..
"I know you're back there," said the voice again. "Aren't you going to come out and greet me Julius? Haven't you missed me at all?"
"Commander," said Holly, "who is he?"
Root took a deep breath. "my brother."
~*~
Amber ran her hands up and down the walls of her and Artemis's prison cell. Smooth on each side.
She groaned and slammed her fist against the wall.
"What are you doing?" asked Artemis, exasperated.
"I'm trying to get us out of here," she snapped.
"So you plan to knock the wall down?" Artemis smirked.
"Of course not," she started. "I was mad, I hit the wall, no big deal."
"Yet another show of your immaturity."
"Well at least I'm not just sitting on the ground like a lump!" She cried. "At least I'm trying to get out!"
"Do you really think that Opal would be idiotic enough to leave us some sort of way to escape?!" said Artemis, standing up. "Do you honestly expect to find a window or a...."
Just then Artemis's foot clinked against a piece of metal.
".. a vent," he finished before he and Amber threw themselves on the ground to inspect the metal.
By some weird turn of fate, it was a vent, and a big enough one for them to fit through.
"This seems too easy," said Artemis softly. "Far too easy."
"So what, you want to stay here?" said Amber glaring.
"Of course not," he replied. "But this could be a trap..."
"Why would they bother? We're already their prisoners!"
"True...."
"Listen," she said, pulling up and metal vent bars. "You can stay here if you want, but I'm leaving." She slid through the opening.
Minutes later Artemis scrambled after her.
~*~
Holly was aghast. "Brother?! I don't remember anything about you having a brother!"
"Well you wouldn't," replied Root. "He's been in Zemzi since before you were born."
"Zemzi?!" This really took Holly aback. "What could he have possibly done to end up there?"
Zemzi was a prison where only the most hardened criminals ended up. It was worse then the goblin prison, it was a fairy alcatrez.
"He blew up half of the LEP headquarters," aid Root, lines of sadness forming on his face.
"So what does he want with you?" Holly asked.
"I'm the one who turned him in."
~*~
"Yes!" cried Opal with glee as Butler handed her the scepter. "It's mine! It's finally mi...."
Opal's delight suddenly turned to horror, then rage. The scepter melted away in her hands and turned to dust on the floor.
A/N: I love this chappie.
evil pharaohess of the underworld: You're not the first person that's said that, heck even I prefer Power Hunrgy. I don't plan on killing any lovable characters off though, what makes you say that?
Chapter 10
Butler stepped on to the jet, with several faerie guards at his shoulder.
"Where's the pilot?" Butler asked, looking back at them.
"He's a little, tied up at the moment," snickered one of the guards.
The other ones laughed, but Butler simply rolled his eyes. The saddest part about that comment, he silently thought, is that they actually found it funny.
He continued on his walk through the plane till he came to the back.
"Well?" One of the guards prodded him with there gun, one thing that he wouldn't dare to do if the faeries didn't have Butler outnumbered and out armed. "Where is it?"
Butler replied by taking another step forward and sliding away the back wall to reveal a safe. He touched the dial and entered in the digits, and when the safe door came open, one of the faeries gasped loudly.
The men, Opal's warriors, had been hearing legend about the Talkan Scepter since they were children, but they never expected it to be so beautiful. Completely gold with rubies, sapphires and other precious stones embedded in it, it was truly breath taking.
"Pick it up," one of the guards ordered after several moments of silence.
Butler obeyed, gently lifting the scepter out of it's velvet cradle.
~*~
Root shivered as he heard the voice.
"What's wrong commander?" came the voice. "Are you giving me the silent treatment? After all you did to me do I really deserve that?"
"Who is it?" Asked Holly.
Root didn't hear her though.
How did he get out? Root silently asked himself. He was locked away in Zemzi..
"I know you're back there," said the voice again. "Aren't you going to come out and greet me Julius? Haven't you missed me at all?"
"Commander," said Holly, "who is he?"
Root took a deep breath. "my brother."
~*~
Amber ran her hands up and down the walls of her and Artemis's prison cell. Smooth on each side.
She groaned and slammed her fist against the wall.
"What are you doing?" asked Artemis, exasperated.
"I'm trying to get us out of here," she snapped.
"So you plan to knock the wall down?" Artemis smirked.
"Of course not," she started. "I was mad, I hit the wall, no big deal."
"Yet another show of your immaturity."
"Well at least I'm not just sitting on the ground like a lump!" She cried. "At least I'm trying to get out!"
"Do you really think that Opal would be idiotic enough to leave us some sort of way to escape?!" said Artemis, standing up. "Do you honestly expect to find a window or a...."
Just then Artemis's foot clinked against a piece of metal.
".. a vent," he finished before he and Amber threw themselves on the ground to inspect the metal.
By some weird turn of fate, it was a vent, and a big enough one for them to fit through.
"This seems too easy," said Artemis softly. "Far too easy."
"So what, you want to stay here?" said Amber glaring.
"Of course not," he replied. "But this could be a trap..."
"Why would they bother? We're already their prisoners!"
"True...."
"Listen," she said, pulling up and metal vent bars. "You can stay here if you want, but I'm leaving." She slid through the opening.
Minutes later Artemis scrambled after her.
~*~
Holly was aghast. "Brother?! I don't remember anything about you having a brother!"
"Well you wouldn't," replied Root. "He's been in Zemzi since before you were born."
"Zemzi?!" This really took Holly aback. "What could he have possibly done to end up there?"
Zemzi was a prison where only the most hardened criminals ended up. It was worse then the goblin prison, it was a fairy alcatrez.
"He blew up half of the LEP headquarters," aid Root, lines of sadness forming on his face.
"So what does he want with you?" Holly asked.
"I'm the one who turned him in."
~*~
"Yes!" cried Opal with glee as Butler handed her the scepter. "It's mine! It's finally mi...."
Opal's delight suddenly turned to horror, then rage. The scepter melted away in her hands and turned to dust on the floor.
A/N: I love this chappie.