Heya eveyone... Here is my very first Artemis Fowl fanficie. I hope it makes sense! I shall be adding chapters later. A/H, eventaully. Please review!

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Artemis Fowl's diary, disk 1 (encrypted)

I was sitting in class, staring out the window, counting the hours until I could be alone with my laptop. I was not under any unusual circumstances at all. And yet... Sometimes, that is when the most unusual things choose to happen.

The tree branch was bending in the most unnatural way. Not in the wind, for there was no wind. It was almost as if something was weighing it down... though I saw nothing. Well, maybe a bit of a shimmer. But that was most likely some strange trick of the light. Nothing to be concerned about.

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And it wasn't as if peculiar things hadn't already been happening to the 15- year-old Artemis Fowl. Just the other day, in fact, he had wandered into an Internet forum where some people where discussing flight. They where theorizing ways to make a human fly, and Artemis was about to give his imput, when bam- Flying. He knew how it felt to fly. He heard the screaming wind, felt the nauseating speed. The earth was below him, flying by. Above him... There was something. Something was making him fly... He snapped back to reality, quickly shutting down his laptop. He lay on his bed for a long time, feeling very confused.

Another time, he was admiring the excellent job he did on forging an Arthur Rackham painting. It was of a tree whose old roots protruded from the ground, and under both the roots and ground, were people. They had wings and pointy ears. As Artemis had admired the painting, he suddenly felt overwhelmed with sadness. 'The air must be hard to breathe down there,' he thought. He closed his eyes and shoke his head quickly. Where did that come from?

And that wasn't all. Peculiar things also followed Artemis in his dreams. The dreams never made any sense, but they bothered him non-the less. Once, he dreamt his was in a space ship type craft, and there was a swat team all around him. He flew low to the ground. Something was eating its way out of the soil. He got out of the space ship. Butler was lying on the ground, telling Artemis he should be nicer to people. Artemis started pilling snow on his head. Then, the space ship, the swat team, butler... everything was gone. It was night time now. A shiny object high in the air... Now the shiny thing was in his hand. He liked it a lot. There was a face in front of him...

"Do I look like a flyboy to you?"

"I think we're getting to know eachother to well, Fowl."

"To remind you that underneath your cold outer shell, there's a spark of decency. You could blow on that spark everyone in a while."

The words made no sense. But they made him happy. So happy. He then awoke, wishing he knew why.