Chapter 1
CHARECTERS: Pinni: Seraphim Volta Moomy: Dakota Gilgalad Arty: Artemis Fowl (himself) Blaize: Blaize Dueth (himself)/ Dustfingers
NARRATOR: Sir G.Dorf
Artemis sighed and looked at his reflection in a pearl handled mirror, raising it to check his hairline. Putting it down, he straightened his tie with both hands, frowning slightly at the speck of dust on a nail. As he stretched his hand towards a nail file, he knocked over a silver frame. He paused, and then picked it up. A pretty face lined by straight, mahogany brown hair smiled up at him, light shining from the lamp that was softly casting shadows in his room. He touched the picture with the tip of his finger and was transported back to the summer when they had met for the first time since primary school. They had both been on a trip to their exclusive Parisian suites in Rome at the time, and had spent many hours reliving their antics back at school; after all, they hadn't seen each other for quite a while. His smile faltered and he put the frame back in its place, his hands shaking slightly.
"Arty!" Snapping out of his reverie, he heard his mother's voice calling to him from his door. He looked around, a strand of black hair falling over his high cheekbones, and heard a tinkling from the grand piano downstairs and soft laughter in amongst clinking glasses. "Arty, our guests are here, please come downstairs! And for goodness sake, straighten that. . ."
His mother's voice died off when the pale 18 year old didn't answer, but simply stared at the back of a photo frame. She closed the door and headed back downstairs, sighing.
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Dakota stepped out of her parents silver Jaguar, wrapping her muffler tighter around her cold cheeks. Walking towards the huge black gates, she stumbled on the gravel and silently cursed the strapped shoes she was wearing. A pale moonlight reflected off the bars, and made the large dogs heads on the side bricks come alive with shadows. A faint shuffle was heard behind her, and she spun around, looking directly into the face of an older man, his black bangs contrasting sharply with blond hair falling over his scarred face. Pale blue eyes searched her, and a teasing grin played over his lips as he stepped away with a mock bow. Blushing, Dakota tore her eyes away and looked at his hands. To her shock, they were burnt and bleeding.
"Oh, your hands!" Gasping, she reached out to take them. He moved them into his pockets in a flash. He felt his finger brush over a match, and winced.
"I'm fine," He said, gruffly, looking around him, his black collar pulled up high, peering suspiciously behind himself, "I just caught them in a bramble bush walking here.".
"But they're bleeding!" Panicking, Dakota took off her ermine gloves and tried again to help him. Again he stepped back.
"They're fine. Id better go now. It was nice to meet you, Ms. Dakota."He made to leave again.
"Wait! I didn't get your name!" She stared at his strangely handsome face and felt a colour rise to her cheeks as he stared icily back at her, the wind ruffling his odd hair slightly.
"Blaize." He said, abruptly, and he spun around and disappeared into the thick of the trees, leaving the young girl feeling quite stupid as her parents came up, peering curiously at the black shadow striding down the path, black cloak billowing behind him. She barely listened as they scolded her for taking off her gloves, as they opened the gate. Flushing, she took her mothers arm and walked up to the imposing double oak doors.
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Seraphim's chin slid off her hand, and she woke up with a start, hurriedly replacing her fork. Her glazed eyes looked towards the grandfather clock in the large room. 7:55, surely it must be time to leave now? Brushing her fiery black and red hair behind an ear, she heard voices in the hallway, apologizing for being late, Seraphim realised they had only arrived 10 minutes ago, and that dinner was to start at 8. She smiled vaguely at her mother, and then watched Mrs. Fowls figure disappearing up the huge marble staircase. A few minutes later she appeared, apologizing for her son's absence, and then elegantly walking towards the door to greet the new guests.
"Son?" Murmured Seraphim, mostly to herself. "Hmm, I always thought Artemis was a girls name. . . "A creak sounded on the stairs and a pale boy of her age, perhaps a little older appeared, stumbling on the last step of the stairs, looking as though he had been disrupted most unhelpfully from a daydream. A single strand of black hair fell down over his pale face.
He seated himself opposite her and smiled politely in her direction before clearing his throat and leaning sideways to talk in his fathers ear. Although his face was serious as he talked away, she detected a small hint of sadness lined in his brow. Seraphim looked away, frowning as she toyed with an exquisitely carved desert spoon. She glanced up again out of curiosity and looked at his black hair falling over his face, and the crystal blue eyes moving swiftly from each guest to another, a trait, it seemed, which he had gotten from his father; they were both looking suspiciously at Seraphim's mother. His face had a pale, almost completely white look about it, as if he had been in front of a computer all day. She withdrew her gaze when he looked coldly at her, and rose to greet the new guests that had appeared.
"Dear me, sorry about that." Said an old voice, and she snapped her head up, and saw Mr. Fowl studying her pretty face kindly. "He's just been a bit moody recently, what with Dakota coming and all." Seraphim just smiled in a would be casual way, but she couldn't forget the sadness shadowed in his ghostly features.
..
Although it seemed like all the guests were at the house, happily eating
and talking,, an uninvited fourth character was walking up to the huge doors, his shadowy features hidden by the darkness and flowing black hair. Completely unaware that this night and this man would change their lives forever, the three young adults sat in uncomfortable silence, staring at
their manicured nails, and thanking the waiters in small, almost silent
voices.
..
Through a gap in the huge dining hall doors, Blaize peered tensely inside. Good, he thought, shifting his weight as he crept through the entrance hall and into the vast library, they're busy . . . Brushing his black forelock away from his scarred face, he looked around the dark room. Lighting a match, he walked around the room, methodically mumbling the names of books as he went around. A creak sounded outside the room; he flattened himself against a column, blowing out the flame. He cursed silently as he remembered it was his last. His back knocked against a small bump in the wall, and he spun around, his black boots scraping on the wooden floor. Swearing again, he breathed deeply, willing his pounding heart to calm down. He realised it was a dimmer switch, and he rolled it in a clockwise direction. The room lightened ever so slightly, and he continued reading the books spines through blurred vision. A noise of the dining hall doors opening sounded from the oak panels; Blaizes breath caught in his throat. A girls footsteps sounded in the marble entrance hall. She was getting closer; the thief wished his heart had a volume button, the blood was rushing to his ears, pounding, pounding. . .Then he heard her mutter,
"Where's the damned bathroom?" And he paused in his blind panic. That voice, it seemed strangely familiar. But it wasn't the girl he met outside. So how could he have remembered her? Then, to his almost heart attack inducing fright, she entered the Library. He tiptoed over to her and grabbed her, putting a hand over her mouth to stop her from screaming. A muscled arm was slung over her chest and he shushed her with pleading eyes.
"Mm mmn! Mma?!" She said, her fingernails digging into his sore hands until he had to let go. "What? What are you-" she dropped her voice, as he held a finger to her lips. "What are you doing?" She hissed in a dangerous tone.
"It's none of your business. Just shh, ok? And if you tell ANYONE I was here, Ill know its you, and-" But the girl had already fled to the bathroom, casting a strange, fleeting look at him; a mingled fearful and sympathetic glimmer in her eyes. He sighed, and resumed his searching. He could hear her, a few minutes later, as he took down a large volume from the shelf, entering the dining room again. She looked at the library again, curiously bending to see if he was still there. He peered around and, smiling, laid a finger to his lips. She smiled back at him, and raised one to hers.
..
This may well be the end of chapter one. But, as in most stories, it is
simply the beginning of many other tales and stories, both tall and
magical.
..
CHARECTERS: Pinni: Seraphim Volta Moomy: Dakota Gilgalad Arty: Artemis Fowl (himself) Blaize: Blaize Dueth (himself)/ Dustfingers
NARRATOR: Sir G.Dorf
Artemis sighed and looked at his reflection in a pearl handled mirror, raising it to check his hairline. Putting it down, he straightened his tie with both hands, frowning slightly at the speck of dust on a nail. As he stretched his hand towards a nail file, he knocked over a silver frame. He paused, and then picked it up. A pretty face lined by straight, mahogany brown hair smiled up at him, light shining from the lamp that was softly casting shadows in his room. He touched the picture with the tip of his finger and was transported back to the summer when they had met for the first time since primary school. They had both been on a trip to their exclusive Parisian suites in Rome at the time, and had spent many hours reliving their antics back at school; after all, they hadn't seen each other for quite a while. His smile faltered and he put the frame back in its place, his hands shaking slightly.
"Arty!" Snapping out of his reverie, he heard his mother's voice calling to him from his door. He looked around, a strand of black hair falling over his high cheekbones, and heard a tinkling from the grand piano downstairs and soft laughter in amongst clinking glasses. "Arty, our guests are here, please come downstairs! And for goodness sake, straighten that. . ."
His mother's voice died off when the pale 18 year old didn't answer, but simply stared at the back of a photo frame. She closed the door and headed back downstairs, sighing.
..
Dakota stepped out of her parents silver Jaguar, wrapping her muffler tighter around her cold cheeks. Walking towards the huge black gates, she stumbled on the gravel and silently cursed the strapped shoes she was wearing. A pale moonlight reflected off the bars, and made the large dogs heads on the side bricks come alive with shadows. A faint shuffle was heard behind her, and she spun around, looking directly into the face of an older man, his black bangs contrasting sharply with blond hair falling over his scarred face. Pale blue eyes searched her, and a teasing grin played over his lips as he stepped away with a mock bow. Blushing, Dakota tore her eyes away and looked at his hands. To her shock, they were burnt and bleeding.
"Oh, your hands!" Gasping, she reached out to take them. He moved them into his pockets in a flash. He felt his finger brush over a match, and winced.
"I'm fine," He said, gruffly, looking around him, his black collar pulled up high, peering suspiciously behind himself, "I just caught them in a bramble bush walking here.".
"But they're bleeding!" Panicking, Dakota took off her ermine gloves and tried again to help him. Again he stepped back.
"They're fine. Id better go now. It was nice to meet you, Ms. Dakota."He made to leave again.
"Wait! I didn't get your name!" She stared at his strangely handsome face and felt a colour rise to her cheeks as he stared icily back at her, the wind ruffling his odd hair slightly.
"Blaize." He said, abruptly, and he spun around and disappeared into the thick of the trees, leaving the young girl feeling quite stupid as her parents came up, peering curiously at the black shadow striding down the path, black cloak billowing behind him. She barely listened as they scolded her for taking off her gloves, as they opened the gate. Flushing, she took her mothers arm and walked up to the imposing double oak doors.
..
Seraphim's chin slid off her hand, and she woke up with a start, hurriedly replacing her fork. Her glazed eyes looked towards the grandfather clock in the large room. 7:55, surely it must be time to leave now? Brushing her fiery black and red hair behind an ear, she heard voices in the hallway, apologizing for being late, Seraphim realised they had only arrived 10 minutes ago, and that dinner was to start at 8. She smiled vaguely at her mother, and then watched Mrs. Fowls figure disappearing up the huge marble staircase. A few minutes later she appeared, apologizing for her son's absence, and then elegantly walking towards the door to greet the new guests.
"Son?" Murmured Seraphim, mostly to herself. "Hmm, I always thought Artemis was a girls name. . . "A creak sounded on the stairs and a pale boy of her age, perhaps a little older appeared, stumbling on the last step of the stairs, looking as though he had been disrupted most unhelpfully from a daydream. A single strand of black hair fell down over his pale face.
He seated himself opposite her and smiled politely in her direction before clearing his throat and leaning sideways to talk in his fathers ear. Although his face was serious as he talked away, she detected a small hint of sadness lined in his brow. Seraphim looked away, frowning as she toyed with an exquisitely carved desert spoon. She glanced up again out of curiosity and looked at his black hair falling over his face, and the crystal blue eyes moving swiftly from each guest to another, a trait, it seemed, which he had gotten from his father; they were both looking suspiciously at Seraphim's mother. His face had a pale, almost completely white look about it, as if he had been in front of a computer all day. She withdrew her gaze when he looked coldly at her, and rose to greet the new guests that had appeared.
"Dear me, sorry about that." Said an old voice, and she snapped her head up, and saw Mr. Fowl studying her pretty face kindly. "He's just been a bit moody recently, what with Dakota coming and all." Seraphim just smiled in a would be casual way, but she couldn't forget the sadness shadowed in his ghostly features.
..
Although it seemed like all the guests were at the house, happily eating
and talking,, an uninvited fourth character was walking up to the huge doors, his shadowy features hidden by the darkness and flowing black hair. Completely unaware that this night and this man would change their lives forever, the three young adults sat in uncomfortable silence, staring at
their manicured nails, and thanking the waiters in small, almost silent
voices.
..
Through a gap in the huge dining hall doors, Blaize peered tensely inside. Good, he thought, shifting his weight as he crept through the entrance hall and into the vast library, they're busy . . . Brushing his black forelock away from his scarred face, he looked around the dark room. Lighting a match, he walked around the room, methodically mumbling the names of books as he went around. A creak sounded outside the room; he flattened himself against a column, blowing out the flame. He cursed silently as he remembered it was his last. His back knocked against a small bump in the wall, and he spun around, his black boots scraping on the wooden floor. Swearing again, he breathed deeply, willing his pounding heart to calm down. He realised it was a dimmer switch, and he rolled it in a clockwise direction. The room lightened ever so slightly, and he continued reading the books spines through blurred vision. A noise of the dining hall doors opening sounded from the oak panels; Blaizes breath caught in his throat. A girls footsteps sounded in the marble entrance hall. She was getting closer; the thief wished his heart had a volume button, the blood was rushing to his ears, pounding, pounding. . .Then he heard her mutter,
"Where's the damned bathroom?" And he paused in his blind panic. That voice, it seemed strangely familiar. But it wasn't the girl he met outside. So how could he have remembered her? Then, to his almost heart attack inducing fright, she entered the Library. He tiptoed over to her and grabbed her, putting a hand over her mouth to stop her from screaming. A muscled arm was slung over her chest and he shushed her with pleading eyes.
"Mm mmn! Mma?!" She said, her fingernails digging into his sore hands until he had to let go. "What? What are you-" she dropped her voice, as he held a finger to her lips. "What are you doing?" She hissed in a dangerous tone.
"It's none of your business. Just shh, ok? And if you tell ANYONE I was here, Ill know its you, and-" But the girl had already fled to the bathroom, casting a strange, fleeting look at him; a mingled fearful and sympathetic glimmer in her eyes. He sighed, and resumed his searching. He could hear her, a few minutes later, as he took down a large volume from the shelf, entering the dining room again. She looked at the library again, curiously bending to see if he was still there. He peered around and, smiling, laid a finger to his lips. She smiled back at him, and raised one to hers.
..
This may well be the end of chapter one. But, as in most stories, it is
simply the beginning of many other tales and stories, both tall and
magical.
..