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Artemis Fowl: The Recollection of Light By Riddlewing )
Chapter One
Strange Dreams
Artemis Fowl was in a forest. Alone in a very bizarre forest, a very dark forest. No Butler at his side. No Juliet either. No – Artemis ceased his movement to think. There was someone or something missing, another protector not with him. That's strange, Artemis thought. I've never known any other protectors. Maybe in my dreams...? And yet they, whatever they are, seem like an old friend. Something is wrong with this scenario. He began walking again, but this time more warily. He was searching for something, but he didn't know what. He would know when he found it. If he found it. There was something in his mind that he wanted to find, something he had briefly touched once or twice, something that felt wonderful. And he needed to know what it was so badly. Artemis suddenly started as he heard a humming noise. There was something behind him! Instinctively, he spun around, squinted eyes looking for light with which to see. But he didn't need to look. The light was already there. A hovering, iridescent ball of light about the size of his raven-haired head. Amazing! he thought. A fluttering ball of light. It's like magic. Magic. The word stirred up strange images in his memory. Or dreams, he didn't know. They seemed real. A floating heat wave. Or what looked like one. A heat wave reflecting light, like a small mirror. Artemis reached a tentative pale hand out to touch the humming, dancing light. It seemed akin to the mirror illusion he remembered. The light abruptly zoomed backwards a few feet at his attempt to touch it, buzzing zealously. Artemis frowned, the well-used crow's feet near his eyes deepening. This light, it was so...alluring, almost like it wanted him to pursue it. Well, it would get what it wanted. Artemis leaped after it, straining to lay a hand on it. It would help him remember. It would help. And he needed that help like a bird needs to fly. Almost desperately, Artemis ran after the light. Through the darkness of the forest, he chased it. Flying past the sinister trees, jumping over strewn sticks and large branches, he tirelessly followed the ball of light for what seemed like an eternity. That word made him think too. Something about a cube-like thing, something years ahead of its time, something priceless. It made him hunt the light more feverishly. At one point in the forest, there seemed to be a clearing. The trees grew in a perfect circle around the clearing, and in the navy sky high above him, Artemis could see the full silver moon shining brightly. In the center of the clearing, the ball of light halted. At last! he thought excitedly, and stretched his hand to it. But then it disappeared, and his fingers were grasping air. Disappointedly, Artemis sat on the grass, and suddenly the peaceful night was split by the ground underneath him cracking thunderously. Frightened, Artemis yelled, and he fell into the newly made chasm, shouts echoing around him as his fall never seemed to end.
In bed, Artemis sat bolt upright, his breath coming in rapid, short bursts as his heart went into overdrive. He relaxed slightly as he recognized his surroundings. Kneading his forehead with his hands, the fourteen-year-old tried to remember what he had dreamed of. A nightmare, certainly, but of what meaning? For Artemis believed every dream had a meaning. Did it mean he would be happy for a while and then be devastated by something? Did it mean something else? Artemis sighed and got out of bed, dressing himself and heading down to breakfast. At the table, he could see Butler, Juliet, Mother, and Father chatting contentedly. They all looked up as he entered the room and greeted him. "Ah, Arty!" Father cried, standing up and hugging his son. "It's a good morning indeed, my boy!" "Yes," Mother added, kissing his cheek. "Morning, Arty," Juliet said mockingly, grinning. She was now nineteen and quite pretty, but beauty comes with a danger, as Juliet well knew. She was now almost as trained as Butler, but she still was fun loving, and her eyes were still masked by the same green glitter mascara. "Good morning, Artemis," Butler said, drawing out a chair for him. Artemis accepted it and piled a heap of pancakes and syrup on his plate. His mother noted his unusual behavior with a raised eyebrow. "Hungry this morning?" "Yes," answered Artemis, swallowing a bite of pancake. The food was unusually delicious this morning, and he was suddenly famished. Father laughed. "Are you feeling all right?" "Just strange dreams last night, Father." "Oh, really?" said Juliet interestedly. "Last night, I had strange dreams too." "What about?" Artemis asked her, genuinely curious. "Some weird group of boys," she giggled. "They kept hitting on me and then running away." Butler scowled. He really had to watch who was calling the manor now. Caller ID just wouldn't cut it anymore. "Mine was of no consequence," said Artemis, feeling a desire to keep his dreams private. "Just out of the ordinary, that's all." His parents eyed him strangely. Since when did Artemis eat so much? Since when did he have strange dreams? But they dismissed it quickly, for Artemis seemed happy. And they knew that Artemis needed to be happy.
Artemis Fowl: The Recollection of Light By Riddlewing )
Chapter One
Strange Dreams
Artemis Fowl was in a forest. Alone in a very bizarre forest, a very dark forest. No Butler at his side. No Juliet either. No – Artemis ceased his movement to think. There was someone or something missing, another protector not with him. That's strange, Artemis thought. I've never known any other protectors. Maybe in my dreams...? And yet they, whatever they are, seem like an old friend. Something is wrong with this scenario. He began walking again, but this time more warily. He was searching for something, but he didn't know what. He would know when he found it. If he found it. There was something in his mind that he wanted to find, something he had briefly touched once or twice, something that felt wonderful. And he needed to know what it was so badly. Artemis suddenly started as he heard a humming noise. There was something behind him! Instinctively, he spun around, squinted eyes looking for light with which to see. But he didn't need to look. The light was already there. A hovering, iridescent ball of light about the size of his raven-haired head. Amazing! he thought. A fluttering ball of light. It's like magic. Magic. The word stirred up strange images in his memory. Or dreams, he didn't know. They seemed real. A floating heat wave. Or what looked like one. A heat wave reflecting light, like a small mirror. Artemis reached a tentative pale hand out to touch the humming, dancing light. It seemed akin to the mirror illusion he remembered. The light abruptly zoomed backwards a few feet at his attempt to touch it, buzzing zealously. Artemis frowned, the well-used crow's feet near his eyes deepening. This light, it was so...alluring, almost like it wanted him to pursue it. Well, it would get what it wanted. Artemis leaped after it, straining to lay a hand on it. It would help him remember. It would help. And he needed that help like a bird needs to fly. Almost desperately, Artemis ran after the light. Through the darkness of the forest, he chased it. Flying past the sinister trees, jumping over strewn sticks and large branches, he tirelessly followed the ball of light for what seemed like an eternity. That word made him think too. Something about a cube-like thing, something years ahead of its time, something priceless. It made him hunt the light more feverishly. At one point in the forest, there seemed to be a clearing. The trees grew in a perfect circle around the clearing, and in the navy sky high above him, Artemis could see the full silver moon shining brightly. In the center of the clearing, the ball of light halted. At last! he thought excitedly, and stretched his hand to it. But then it disappeared, and his fingers were grasping air. Disappointedly, Artemis sat on the grass, and suddenly the peaceful night was split by the ground underneath him cracking thunderously. Frightened, Artemis yelled, and he fell into the newly made chasm, shouts echoing around him as his fall never seemed to end.
In bed, Artemis sat bolt upright, his breath coming in rapid, short bursts as his heart went into overdrive. He relaxed slightly as he recognized his surroundings. Kneading his forehead with his hands, the fourteen-year-old tried to remember what he had dreamed of. A nightmare, certainly, but of what meaning? For Artemis believed every dream had a meaning. Did it mean he would be happy for a while and then be devastated by something? Did it mean something else? Artemis sighed and got out of bed, dressing himself and heading down to breakfast. At the table, he could see Butler, Juliet, Mother, and Father chatting contentedly. They all looked up as he entered the room and greeted him. "Ah, Arty!" Father cried, standing up and hugging his son. "It's a good morning indeed, my boy!" "Yes," Mother added, kissing his cheek. "Morning, Arty," Juliet said mockingly, grinning. She was now nineteen and quite pretty, but beauty comes with a danger, as Juliet well knew. She was now almost as trained as Butler, but she still was fun loving, and her eyes were still masked by the same green glitter mascara. "Good morning, Artemis," Butler said, drawing out a chair for him. Artemis accepted it and piled a heap of pancakes and syrup on his plate. His mother noted his unusual behavior with a raised eyebrow. "Hungry this morning?" "Yes," answered Artemis, swallowing a bite of pancake. The food was unusually delicious this morning, and he was suddenly famished. Father laughed. "Are you feeling all right?" "Just strange dreams last night, Father." "Oh, really?" said Juliet interestedly. "Last night, I had strange dreams too." "What about?" Artemis asked her, genuinely curious. "Some weird group of boys," she giggled. "They kept hitting on me and then running away." Butler scowled. He really had to watch who was calling the manor now. Caller ID just wouldn't cut it anymore. "Mine was of no consequence," said Artemis, feeling a desire to keep his dreams private. "Just out of the ordinary, that's all." His parents eyed him strangely. Since when did Artemis eat so much? Since when did he have strange dreams? But they dismissed it quickly, for Artemis seemed happy. And they knew that Artemis needed to be happy.