A/N: Okay, here's some more about American fairies. This term does not apply to all fairies that live in America, only a small group, descended from fairies that originally lived in America. They have interbred with other fairies, mostly elves, pixies, and sprites, so they share some magic and other characteristics. They are governed by a royal family.
They have slightly different powers from elves. They can heal, and shield, and use mesmer, but they can also put up a barrier to protect themselves, and teleport.
They have pointed ears, but are taller than most fairies, with an average of 4'3", quite tall for a fairy. Annabel's mom was 4'9
Being half-human, Annabel Saoirse looks human, but has fairy powers.
Whether there is anything else special about her remains to be seen, but I think that's about it...
Disclaimer: i dont own anything
Chapter 2
Anna and Tommy were lying in the car, unconscious. There was blood everywhere. Anna was dreaming.
:Flashback:
Annabel was floating three feet off the floor!
"I can fly!" she cried. Immediately she collapsed to the ground with a thump.
The cat laughed.
Annabel rubbed her elbow. "I was flying, I know I was!" she exclaimed. "What happened?"
"Floating isn't flying," said the cat. "Flying takes practice. Floating is only the first step."
Annabel closed her eyes and breathed deeply again. When she opened them, she was once more floating.
"Keep your breathing regular and even," said the cat. "No shouting until you get the hang of it." To Annabel's delight, she shot up to the ceiling and sailed down again like a gull riding a fresh breeze.
:End Flashback:
TIPPENS RESIDENCE
Mrs. Tippens was jolted from her sleep. She lay silently for a moment, swallowing a feeling of overwhleming dread. Something was very wrong. Careful not to wake her husband, she slipped from the bed and tip-toed to the door.
She slowly peeked out into the hallway, heart beating fast. She caught a flash of movement in the corner of her eye and turned. Seeing nothing, she started to go back into her room, when a hand covered her mouth and soemthing foul-smelling was shoved into her nose.
Her eyes rolled up into her head and she went limp.
Her husband woke abruptly, running to the door. Beofre he knew what was happening, he felt a knife slide into his back, piercing his heart.
Then he felt nothing at all.
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The acorn tumbled from Anna's hand, falling into the ditch.
The soft fallen leaves, moist with dew, parted to let it pass, until it was invisible, buried beneath the surface.
At once, blue sparks began to flow over Anna's body, targeting her bruises and wounds. She slowly began to heal.
When she was fully healed, the sparks traveled from her hand to Tommy, healing him as well.
Anna opened her eyes, the dream fleeing her mind.
Anna groggily opened her eyes. She realized where she was and pried the door open.
Tommy woke up, groaning. "Anna?" Then he remembered what had happened. "oh, shit, Anna, you okay?"
She was terrified, angry, and still a bit drunk. "Are you crazy? What were you thinking? You could have gotten us both killed!"
"Shit, Anna, I'm sorry," he slurred.
"Just stay away from me!" she yelled. "Don't you ever come near me again!"
She stumbled off into the night, leaving Tommy and his wrecked car behind. The whole front was crumpled .
Anna realized that she had no injuries. How had she managed to come out of a crash like that unharmed?
It was a miracle.
:Flashback:
It was two years after Annabel's family had moved to Ireland. Annabel heard her parents talking, about a little boy.
"We should leave. This boy, Artemis Fowl, he's discovered fairies. He could expose us!"
"He's discovered the fairies in Haven, not us. He won't waste his time hunting down one family!"
Annabel was confused. Fairies? Everyone knew they didn't exist. They were nothing but a childhood fantasy.
"How do you know?"
"Because he wants money, which we don't have!"
They had left it at that, and stayed in Ireland.
:End Flashback:
Anna stumbled down the street. She didn't recognize the neighborhood she was in. The houses were so big...
The world was spinning. She turned to one side and threw up.
There was a disgusting taste in her mouth. She could barely breathe.
She tripped, gashing her arm on a piece of broken bottle lying in the gutter. Blue sparks clustered around the area, healing it.
She stared in amazement, not believing her eyes.
Her breathing was ragged, and she was terrified. The darkness seemed to close in on her, trapping her.
She reached out to the emptiness with her hands, begging for someone to come.
"Help!" she gasped, afraid. "Somebody help me!"
But there was no one to hear her cries. She was all alone.
The edges of her vision were turning dark. She stumbled, suddenly dizzy.
Then she fell, and everything was black.
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Artemis Fowl the second was sorry. Now, this wasn't something you see every day. It was, in fact, very rare.
He had hurt innocent people in his ceaseless quest to gain money, and now, armed with the perspective that his experiences with the fairies had given him, he wished he hadn't.
Money wasn't the most important thing in the world. He saw that now.
Of course, he hadn't gone completely soft. Money was still a priority, just not the most important one.
He was so tired of constantly trying to gain more.
Holly, I'm so sorry.
When the time comes, will you take your chance to be a hero?
Artemis was taking a walk. It was something he could not remember ever doing before. Just walking for the sake of walking.
Just living for the sake of living.
It was early morning, and birds were chirping. How long had it been since he had just listened?
How long had it been since he relaxed?
But what wold he do, now that he had decided not to devote all his time to moneymaking schemes?
He needed some project to occupy his mind.
He came across a girl, lying unconscious on the sidewalk. Her golden hair was stringy, and wet.
Pale lids covered her eyes.
She was dirty, and she smelled.
She would be his project.
He took out his cell phone, and dialed Butler, who came immediately.
Butler slung the girl over one shoulder, and took her inside.
Butler and Juliet still hadn't gotten their memories back, and Artemis still wasn't sure if he was going to make them remember.
It would be better for the fairies if fewer people knew.
Artemis had the servants wash up the mystery girl. Surprisingly, she slept through it all.
Anna dreamt of magic, of fairies.
The acorn tumbled from her hand again and again, the sound of it hitting the leaves amplified a hundredfold, she watched as it bounced in slow motion, then disappeared beneath the surface.
She had not seen it fall the first time, but now she knew.
She knew what she was, but not who she was.
She was not Annabel, a perfect, innocent little girl. Her parents expected her to be, never seeing that no one was perfect.
She was not that girl who had given up her magic powers for, what? Parents who controlled her, who punished her, who set standards no one could live up to?
Perhaps if they hadn't, she would not have rebelled as she did.
But neither was she Anna, a wild and crazy girl who drank too much at parties. Anna was a façade she put on, trying to fit in.
Anna was no one.
So, who was she? If not the perfect child, nor the rebellious teen, the who?
She opened her eyes.
A/N: So how do you like it so far? please review! I order you to! Please? I'll love you forever... I promise. The first person to review wins the grand prize!