The first thing that entered Artemis' mind when he woke up was that his cousin Clarabella was coming to Fowl Manor today.

Artemis had never met Clarabella as she lived in the Southern Hemisphere, however, he has seen one picture of her, and she looked about six, although she must be around fourteen, fifteen ore even sixteen by now.

Artemis had done a countless number of searches even though the name Clarabella Fowl was pointless to search under, because Fowl was her mother's maiden name. The only relevant information (if you could call it that.) was the meaning of Clarabella. Beautiful, brilliant.

With these thoughts Artemis got up, dressed, then went down to breakfast.