OK, this is my first fanfic so I'm not sure how it will turn out as I'm not a great writer. Please review it. Most characters are going to be in the story even if they aren't in this chapter. Here goes...

DISCLAIMER: None of the Artemis Fowl characters are mine, except Phel & Mucus so far.

Chapter 1: THE PLAN

Haven City, Lower Elements

A solitary elf trudged down a dark alley next to Howler's Peak. His figure was shrouded in a long dark cape with a hood. He looked up and sighed before continuing to walk through Haven City. Lights flickered from the various shops and houses, brightening his path. He opted to duck into another dark alley. The smell of rotten fish and potatoes wafted under his nose, causing him to wrinkle it in disgust. No one bothered to check these old alleys anymore. He kept walking until he reached an opening to the sewers at which point he yanked the loose grate out and jumped into the gap.

The smell in the sewers was just as bad as the alley if not worse. As he placed the bar back in it's grooves, a torch light bobbed towards him. He turned quickly but relaxed as he saw it was a big goblin.

"Hello, Phel," grunted the goblin. "You haven't been here in months. I thought you'd forgotten about your friends."

Phel pulled off his hood and gave a twisted smile. "Of course not, I've just been thinking about my brother's death a lot. Sorry Mucus."

"Ah, well you're here now, so do you want a drink?"

"That'd be great."

Water sloshed all around as Phel and Mucus made their way down the sewers by the light of Mucus's torch.

"I'm so glad you found us that hideout," said Mucus. "You're probably the only elf who would do such a good thing for us."

A strange expression passed over Phel's face as he murmured, "No problem."

The sewer tunnel extended near the end and the sounds of hundreds of goblins could be heard.

They entered the chamber-like room to the sound of catcalling and hissing. The goblins all glared as Phel and Mucus entered but seeing who it was, returned to whatever they had been doing, namely betting how many tattoos could fit on one of their eyeballs.

Mucus hopped behind the bartender's counter and filled a mug to the top with foamy fungus juice. He flung it onto the counter where it skidded to a halt before Phel, who had sat himself on one of the stools. Phel tipped back his and drained the mug.

"Cheers, Mucus."

Mucus filled another mug and flung it across the counter to Phel who drained it again. He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. It was then that he had the idea to avenge his brother's death. He soon wondered why it hadn't come to him before. Probably the drinks, he reasoned.

Phel stood up on the stool, swaying slightly and yelled, "Oi, B'wa Kell members. I need your help for a plan-"

The volume inside the chamber remained the same. Oh no, thought Mucus, someone's had too much to drink.

"-to quell the hated LEP!"

The noise level suddenly plummeted and Phel had every, scaly, goblin eye on him.

"Now listen carefully!"

Phel exited the sewers an hour later with a cold kind of triumph. As he walked past the LEP Central building he glanced at it and smiled a true smile for the first time in months.

"It's time to get the payback you deserve," he whispered in an icy voice as he drew the hood of his cloak back over his head and disappeared down a tunnel as the darkness fell.

Operations Booth

Foaly slept on in his specially modified swivel chair, his head resting on the large stack of secret LEP documents. He slept peacefully with no clue that chaos would go out to rule the Lower Elements the next day...
So, what do you think? Please review so I know if I should write the next chapter soon. Some of the facts might be slightly altered, so sorry 'bout that and this is also a pretty short chapter. Thanx 4 taking the time to read my story =)