A/N: I'm letting out Chapter 2 much earlier; I can guarantee it's more interesting than the first chapter! And I was also inspired by that one review (thank you!), so I decided to let the 2nd chapter out... Please read and Review! I love reviews, don't ask me why! And don't criticize me badly in your reviews! I'm a pathetic writer (it's true!) so please comment on my bad and good points. Thank you! Now read!

P.S: I hope I have fixed the Chinese Words problem... have I?

Chapter 2: Artemis Fole Ireland, Fole Mansion

Artemis Fole stared, wide-eyed, into her computer. How DID that boy, Artemis Fowl, get so rich in just two short years? Why, he was even on the Internet. And Artemis was a girl's name. The boy was lucky, more like. Though the Internet said he was the son of a criminal mastermind, another Artemis Fowl (here Artemis Fole almost choked with laughter), that did not mean he was a genius too.

Artemis Fole was five years old. She and Artemis Fowl had many things in common; one, they were both Irish, two, they were child prodigies, three, they spent long hours in front of the computer and four, they both loved money. Very much.

Artemis Fole was small for five. She looked very much like Artemis Fowl's twin sister, only that she was barely reaching his waist. She had very black hair, bright blue eyes and her skin tone was the exact colour that of Artemis Fowl's. She almost slammed the keyboard in frustration. Artemis Fowl Senior was a BILLIONAIRE, for heaven's sake, while she, the small, wimpy Artemis Fole, had parents who were mere multi-millionaires. Artemis glanced up angrily at the computer screen and scrolled down.

"Artemis Fowl had received 2.6 billion dollars in total without showing any signs of effort. When we asked him how he had gotten the money, he said he had no idea at all. Two years ago, he owned a huge amount of gold, which has suddenly appeared from nowhere. Unfortunately, Artemis Fowl does not recall anything of this sort. Artemis Fowl is currently studying in St Bartleby's School for Young Gentlemen."

Artemis Fole read this with fascination. Gold! How did that Fowl boy get GOLD? She thought for a while. Leprechauns supposedly carried a pot of gold around with them, wherever they went. Artemis rolled her eyes. There were no such things as leprechauns, obviously, but the gold Artemis Fowl had seemed - well, mystical. Well she had to give it a try, hadn't she? Artemis typed leprechauns in the Google search bar, wincing. It was all so ridiculous. She clicked on a link, and her eyes widened as she speed-read all the information listed on the screen.

Haven, The Lower Elements

Mulch Diggums yelped as Captain Holly Short dragged him by the ear to Commander Root's office. Mulch Diggums had been mysteriously released from prison a few months ago, and he had a feeling that it was his friend, the Mud Boy Artemis Fowl, who had deleted all of his criminal records.

"Ooh! OW! Holly, what did I do?" whimpered Mulch.

"We suspect you stole some more gold. Thought you dwarfs were tough?" sneered Holly. Mulch fought to keep his mouth shut.

"Sure we are, but I never steal no more! I'm going straight, Holly, believe me!" cried the dwarf truthfully. Holly sighed. Life was boring now, ever since Artemis Fowl had been mind-wiped. All she did nowadays was arrest lawbreakers. She pinched Mulch's ear harder.

"Shut up and it won't hurt so much," Holly advised. Mulch fought the urge to swallow Holly's hand whole. Holly kicked open Root's office door.

"Yes, Short?" said Root in a bored voice. His eyes widened when he saw Mulch Diggums clutching his ear.

"CONVICT!" he yelled, springing to his feet. "SO IT WAS YOU WHO STOLE PART OF OUR HOSTAGE FUND!" Mulch stared at him, wide-eyed.

"Oh, come off it, Julius. Foaly's security is so tight nobody can steal it!" Mulch pointed out. Holly rubbed off a bit of Mulch's earwax, which had clung to her fingers.

"DO NOT CALL ME JULIUS, CONVICT!"

"Oh please, Julius. I am no longer a convict. I have a name, you know," Mulch said sorrowfully.

"CONVICT FITS YOU BETTER, CONVICT!" cried Root angrily. Holly stepped between both of them quickly.

"Commander, I suspect Mulch is telling the truth, for once," Holly said. Mulch nodded eagerly. "Nobody has ever stolen gold from the hostage fund before, and if he had, how come he didn't steal it before I was kidnapped? There would be more gold." Holly glanced down at Mulch. "And, he hasn't stolen anything since the day he was released. A record, of course."

Root chewed on the end of a fungus cigarette, without lighting it. Mulch jingled his handcuffs.

"Can I go now, Julius? I mean, ah, Commander Root?" Mulch said quickly. The end of Root's cigarette that was not stuck in his mouth fell onto his LEP suit. He spat the remains of the cigarette out onto his table.

"D'Arvit," swore Root, brushing his chewed cigarette onto his shiny office floor. Both Holly and Mulch winced. Even though Root was a good commander, you couldn't exactly say he was hygienic. Holly cleared her throat.

"Should I uncuff Diggums now, Commander?" she asked. He nodded absent-mindedly, still trying to clean his stained LEP suit. Holly winked at Mulch.

"Better go before he notices," she whispered, uncuffing Mulch quickly. Mulch nodded and slipped through the door.

"D'Arvit, my suit is stained, D'Arvit," swore Root furiously. Holly edged through the half-open door when...

"SHORT! WHERE"S THE CONVICT!"

Holly gulped.

"Ah, you mean Mulch?"

"OF COURSE I MEAN MULCH! SO WHERE IS HE?"

"You said I could uncuff him, Commander," Holly said innocently. Root banged the table with his fist.

"D'ARVIT! D'ARVIT!" he roared. Holly, seeing that Root was about to explode, ran through the office doors. She could hear Root flinging things at the wall. Sighing, she called for one of the LEP cleaners to clean up whatever mess Root had made.

Ireland, Fole Mansion

Artemis Fole had hit the jackpot. All were rumours, but all of it made sense. There was a ninety percent chance sprites, leprechauns and fairies were real. She had spent approximately seven hours in front of the computer, resting her eyes every hour. They also carried a Book, or, in her 'child-like' terms, a Bible, wherever they went. Artemis Fole sighed, satisfied. It was so simple! All she had to do was check on each country's knowledge of fairies. Then, she simply compared her notes. Ha!

"Arty, sweetheart, take a rest, won't you?" called her mother. Artemis jumped down from her chair, shutting down her computer hastily.

'Yes, Mother,' she replied, taking the lift up to the eighth floor to where her bedroom was. Artemis stepped into her childish bedroom, full of soft toys and such. She was determined to beat Artemis Fowl, no matter how much younger she was than him. And steal the People's gold. All of it.