Artemis Fowl: The Frond Prophecy
A fanfiction story by Thomas Golden
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN Artemis Fowl, Butler, etc, etc. PLEASE do not sue me.
Prologue
Artemis Fowl's diary, disk 1 (encrypted)
I have decided to keep a diary. In fact, I am surprised that the idea has never occurred to me before. An intellect such as mine should be documented, so that future generations of Fowls can take advantage of my brilliant ideas.
Of course, I must be careful with such a document. As valuable as it would be to my descendants, it would be more valuable to the law enforcement agents who are forever trying to gather evidence against me.
It is even more important that I keep this journal a secret from my father. He is not himself since his escape from Russia. He has become obsessed with nobility and heroism. Abstract concepts at best. As far as I know, nobility and heroism are not accepted by any of the world's major banks. The family's fortune is in my hands, and I will preserve it in the way I always have, through ingenious plots. Most of these plots will be illegal. The best always are. Real profit lies in the shadowy areas beyond the law. But these projects must be suspended temporarily, for today I discovered that I am the victim of a conspiracy.
The day began strangely. When I awoke, I experienced an instant of weakness. For a single moment before I opened my eyes I felt content, my drive to accumulate wealth forgotten. This has never happened before. Perhaps the mood was left over from some magical dream, or perhaps my father's newfound mood is contagious. Whatever the cause, I must be careful to avoid such lapses in the future. With my father in his current frame of mind, this is no time to lose my resolve. I must remain as driven as ever. Crime is the way forward for the Fowls. Aurum Est Potestas.
Minutes later, a greater mystery presented itself. As I washed my face at the basin, two tiny objects fell from my eyes. Close examination in the lab revealed them to be semi-corroded tinted contact lenses. Not only that, but a mirrored layer had been added behind the tinted lens. Ingenious. Undoubtedly the work of a master craftsman. But to what purpose? It is strange, but even though I have no knowledge of these lenses or where they came from, I feel the answer is in my brain. Hidden in the shadows.
Imagine my surprise when Juliet and Butler discovered mirrored lenses in their own eyes. The lenses are so clever they could have been my own invention, so obviously this unknown adversary must not be underestimated.
I will track the culprit down, make no mistake. No clue will be left uninvestigated. Butler has a contact in Limerick. An expert in lenses and scopes. He may recognize our intruder's handiwork. Butler is on his way there as I write.
Chapter One
Fowl Manor
The diminutive figure moved closer. Artemis shook as it approached. The stature, build—they seemed familiar. But he could not place a name to them. More figures approaches, but like the first, their faces were cloaked in darkness. They surrounded him. He could feel no hostile intent, but the murky surroundings of the area terrified him. One of them approached, and slowly began to lift the veil covering its face, to reveal— "Artemis! Arty, wake up!" Artemis perceived that he was being smacked across the face. "Snap out of it, Arty!" "Huh?" he said blearily. Immediately he berated himself. Huh wasn't a real word. For some reason, the thought nagged at him. He couldn't help thinking he'd had it before.
"What's wrong, Arty?" It was his father. His father, who had moved into his room, so he could be closer to his only child.
"I—I had a strange dream," he said. Even as he spoke, the fragments of the dream began to slip away. "Why? What happened?"
"You were screaming to shake the Earth, Artemis," his father replied. "Gibberish. Nonsense words. Are you sure you're all right?"
Artemis had recovered now. "Yes, I'm fine. I can't get back to bed now, so I guess I'll read for a bit." Before his father returned to bed, he asked one final question.
"Oh, uh, Arty?"
"Yes?"
"Who is—Holly? Do you have a girlfriend?"
His father grinned at the gibe, but Artemis' heart was racing. For some reason the name had struck a chord with him. "No one, Father. Just—just a dream."
His father, satisfied, retreated to the comfort of his bed. "All right. Just remember, Arty, if you're in trouble, I'm here to help. After all, we're family."
Soon his father's breathing returned to the easy motions of sleep. Artemis, however, was reading. He had usually preferred classics such as Shakespeare and others, but now he found himself drawn to Tolkien's Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit. The elves in particular intrigued him, though he could not see why. Lately the magical word had seemed to intrigue him more and more.
He was almost through The Return of the King when he heard the Bentley pull up into the long drive towards the house. Artemis' heart began to pound. Butler had returned from his trip to Limerick. Perhaps he had found a crucial piece of evidence to discover who had placed the specialized contact lenses in their eyes. Artemis glanced at the clock as he descended to the main hallway. 4:00 in the morning. He'd have to prepare some breakfast. Not that cooking was his forte, far from it. But lately he'd been improving. He threw some pancake batter on the griddle and dropped in some chocolate chips as he had seen others do. The end result, however, was not as delectable. Artemis sighed, and scraped the victims onto a set of plates. He then went to the door to greet Butler.
A fanfiction story by Thomas Golden
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN Artemis Fowl, Butler, etc, etc. PLEASE do not sue me.
Prologue
Artemis Fowl's diary, disk 1 (encrypted)
I have decided to keep a diary. In fact, I am surprised that the idea has never occurred to me before. An intellect such as mine should be documented, so that future generations of Fowls can take advantage of my brilliant ideas.
Of course, I must be careful with such a document. As valuable as it would be to my descendants, it would be more valuable to the law enforcement agents who are forever trying to gather evidence against me.
It is even more important that I keep this journal a secret from my father. He is not himself since his escape from Russia. He has become obsessed with nobility and heroism. Abstract concepts at best. As far as I know, nobility and heroism are not accepted by any of the world's major banks. The family's fortune is in my hands, and I will preserve it in the way I always have, through ingenious plots. Most of these plots will be illegal. The best always are. Real profit lies in the shadowy areas beyond the law. But these projects must be suspended temporarily, for today I discovered that I am the victim of a conspiracy.
The day began strangely. When I awoke, I experienced an instant of weakness. For a single moment before I opened my eyes I felt content, my drive to accumulate wealth forgotten. This has never happened before. Perhaps the mood was left over from some magical dream, or perhaps my father's newfound mood is contagious. Whatever the cause, I must be careful to avoid such lapses in the future. With my father in his current frame of mind, this is no time to lose my resolve. I must remain as driven as ever. Crime is the way forward for the Fowls. Aurum Est Potestas.
Minutes later, a greater mystery presented itself. As I washed my face at the basin, two tiny objects fell from my eyes. Close examination in the lab revealed them to be semi-corroded tinted contact lenses. Not only that, but a mirrored layer had been added behind the tinted lens. Ingenious. Undoubtedly the work of a master craftsman. But to what purpose? It is strange, but even though I have no knowledge of these lenses or where they came from, I feel the answer is in my brain. Hidden in the shadows.
Imagine my surprise when Juliet and Butler discovered mirrored lenses in their own eyes. The lenses are so clever they could have been my own invention, so obviously this unknown adversary must not be underestimated.
I will track the culprit down, make no mistake. No clue will be left uninvestigated. Butler has a contact in Limerick. An expert in lenses and scopes. He may recognize our intruder's handiwork. Butler is on his way there as I write.
Chapter One
Fowl Manor
The diminutive figure moved closer. Artemis shook as it approached. The stature, build—they seemed familiar. But he could not place a name to them. More figures approaches, but like the first, their faces were cloaked in darkness. They surrounded him. He could feel no hostile intent, but the murky surroundings of the area terrified him. One of them approached, and slowly began to lift the veil covering its face, to reveal— "Artemis! Arty, wake up!" Artemis perceived that he was being smacked across the face. "Snap out of it, Arty!" "Huh?" he said blearily. Immediately he berated himself. Huh wasn't a real word. For some reason, the thought nagged at him. He couldn't help thinking he'd had it before.
"What's wrong, Arty?" It was his father. His father, who had moved into his room, so he could be closer to his only child.
"I—I had a strange dream," he said. Even as he spoke, the fragments of the dream began to slip away. "Why? What happened?"
"You were screaming to shake the Earth, Artemis," his father replied. "Gibberish. Nonsense words. Are you sure you're all right?"
Artemis had recovered now. "Yes, I'm fine. I can't get back to bed now, so I guess I'll read for a bit." Before his father returned to bed, he asked one final question.
"Oh, uh, Arty?"
"Yes?"
"Who is—Holly? Do you have a girlfriend?"
His father grinned at the gibe, but Artemis' heart was racing. For some reason the name had struck a chord with him. "No one, Father. Just—just a dream."
His father, satisfied, retreated to the comfort of his bed. "All right. Just remember, Arty, if you're in trouble, I'm here to help. After all, we're family."
Soon his father's breathing returned to the easy motions of sleep. Artemis, however, was reading. He had usually preferred classics such as Shakespeare and others, but now he found himself drawn to Tolkien's Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit. The elves in particular intrigued him, though he could not see why. Lately the magical word had seemed to intrigue him more and more.
He was almost through The Return of the King when he heard the Bentley pull up into the long drive towards the house. Artemis' heart began to pound. Butler had returned from his trip to Limerick. Perhaps he had found a crucial piece of evidence to discover who had placed the specialized contact lenses in their eyes. Artemis glanced at the clock as he descended to the main hallway. 4:00 in the morning. He'd have to prepare some breakfast. Not that cooking was his forte, far from it. But lately he'd been improving. He threw some pancake batter on the griddle and dropped in some chocolate chips as he had seen others do. The end result, however, was not as delectable. Artemis sighed, and scraped the victims onto a set of plates. He then went to the door to greet Butler.