Hi again and sorry for the extremely short prologue. To make up for it, I decided to add another chapter right away so no waiting. I hope this chapter is substantial in length ; And thankyou for reading Blood of Mine.

cybergurl: yes...yes it was super super short but I couldn't make the prologue any shorter! Honest! Thankyou so much for being a faithful reader and supporter of my story! (hugs you) Oh...maybe I shouldn't have done that without asking ;; Hope you enjoy this one!

Kestral

Chapter I

A Fowl Moment

Ireland, Fowl Manor, present day (one month later)

Confined in his studies, Artemis leaned back into his chintz chair and stared blankly at the ceiling. There was nothing fascinating about it, but something was indeed troubling the boy.

Juliet, Butler's youngest and only sister stepped into the study with a tray of what looked like sandwiches.

"Here's your lunch, Arty." she said gruffly. It was this morning when she woke up on the wrong side of the bed, stubbed her toe against the door and tripped down the flight of stairs. And now, she was in a rather foul mood.

Artemis inclined his head. "What sandwiches are those?"

Juliet looked like she was about to break something in half and throw it out the window, preferably a particular ravened haired, blue-eyed boy.

"Caviar. Domovoi said you'd like it."

The boy nodded once and took a bite. He like caviar, despite the childish behaviour of his classmates when he ate it. They needed to grow up and accept that he, Artemis Fowl, liked caviar.

Juliet rolled her pretty eyes and swept out of the room, her light blonde hair swaying. Juliet Butler was a stunning blend of European and Asian decent and was skilled in many ways. She was a Butler, and that entitled her to have superior fighting, speed and tact. She was beautiful, as she was deadly. The local boys even fancied the gorgeous blue-eyed blonde living in the forbidding mansion overlooking the ocean. She was playful, kind and open-minded, but she could never get over anything when it came to her young master.

Unfortunately, there will be many more things she can never forget. Even if she was to have her memory wiped…

Back to Artemis.

Artemis had been up all day and all night. He would not rest until he had found the reason behind the lenses! It was uncalled for, for him to not know why and when he put them there! How can he not remember?! It was…was…it was pathetic!

Angeline Fowl knocked soundly and opened the door. The moment he laid eyes on his mother, he knew something was wrong.

"Arty?" She whispered.

A tiny smile replaced his scowl as he looked at his mother. It was about two years ago that Angeline Fowl had been branded insane and suffering from a mental breakdown. She had been oblivious to the world when his father disappeared in the accident of the Fowl Star. She had regained her sanity somehow...and his father had mysteriously turned up...

"Yes mother?" He asked. The caviar sandwiches were forgotten, left on the study table when he stood up and walked to the door. "How is everything?" He already knew there was something wrong but he wanted an answer.

"Arty...Arty dear. We need to talk." Said Angeline.

Artemis couldn't help raising an eyebrow at his mother. A talk? No, this was something much, much more serious. It was that noticeable.

"What do we need to talk about, mother?"

Angeline hesitated and gave him a guilty grin. "Well, let's not say here. I need to talk to you about it with your father."

Talking with his father, now this must be serious.

Lady Fowl led her son to their family room, the same room she had spent most of her time with Artemis Senior. Arty didn't come in here often; he had no use for it. She swept into the room elegantly. She had always been a beautiful, slender, fastidious woman of incredible grace.

Artemis was sure, by his mother's actions that she was trying to delay the coming news. She had always been quite delicate.

He sat down opposite his parents. He was glad his father was able to come home. He had sort of...missed him.

Silence filled every crook and cranny of the room. Angeline was feeling uncomfortable and kept fidgeting with everything around her. His father held her hand to stop her from smoothing out his trouser creases. She bit her lip but said nothing.

"Alright Artemis. We, your mother and I have decided that you are old enough to know the truth." He said slowly, choosing his words wisely.

Arty scoffed. Is it just me or does everybody's parents start a sentence off that way?

Typical. This better not be about teenage angst and hormones.

"This will come as a shock to you. I'm not sure how you will react, but we hope you will take this slowly and calmly. We will have to tell you sooner or later and now is the right time. Please don't interrupt us for now."

Artemis Senior clenched his fists and held onto his wife's hand tightly.

"Arty, you have a sister. She's been living in boarding school, and was taken to Australia at a young age. She has been living in that country for a long time now, and you were well and truly young. You were only a three years old then."

Artemis has always been a collected, tranquil yet devious boy. It wasn't everyday you see Artemis Fowl the Second throw a tantrum. A really bad one.

He stood up so suddenly, he sent a few things, including cups and vases bouncing off the floor. A few things cracked. Expensive things. Grabbing the nearest ornament he could find, a hand-made sculpture of the Virgin Mary, Arty threw it with all his might and had it flying pass his parents and through the window. Glass shattered and many porcelain pieces lay scattered on the floor; it had looked like something attacked.

Angeline was frightened. Her son, the son she thought she knew so well did not take this bit of information as planned. But it wasn't like the news of a sibling was just any old bit of information.

"Arty..." She gasped, hands over mouth.

Butler and Juliet burst into the room, each holding a weapon. They looked around at the mess and back to Artemis who was breathing in and out loudly. The weapons were immediately withdrawn and Butler left the room. His sister looked around in bewilderment before stepping outside, though a little grudgingly. She wanted to see what was going to happen! It was all rather humorous.

There was another period of silence, punctured only by Arty's breathing. When he had calmed down considerably, he sat down.

His father waved the thought of broken expenses out of his mind and settled his eyes on his now youngest son. "She arrived a few minutes ago. Her visa has expired a little earlier and she was sent home. She will be living here for the time being. Don't disturb her, Arty. This has also come as a shock to us all. She is in the guest room, but do not attempt to see, meet or talk to her, for now. You may go."

Artemis stood up and slid out of the family room, pausing briefly at the door.

"Mother, father, I'm glad you told me sooner."

Artemis Senior surveyed his son. "If you have any questions, you may ask."

"There's one. Why do I not remember?"

Angeline whimpered and fumbled with her blouse. "You were young…and-and you had wished it…"

Artemis nodded curtly.

And he left.

"What I want to know is why the visa expired two years short." Said his father to his mother.

Outside, hidden behind the bonsai pot plant, Juliet shook her head in disbelief. This was definitely a 'Fowl' moment. Pun intended.

Police Plaza, Haven City, the Lower Elements

Captain Holly Short of the LEPrecon unit is not your average fairy. She is neither sweet, fair haired, fair skinned nor beautiful. Well, she was pretty, very pretty. Black widow pretty, with her dark hazel eyes, auburn crew-cut hair and dark skin. Though the idea of a normal fairy to the People was an entirely different one to that of humans (winged miniature things with wands and tutus), she wasn't even your average fairy.

Holly was one of the only girls recruited in the LEP, the Lower Elements' police and defence unit and the only female officer to have passed the initiation and become a captain. One of the finest captains. Her commander, Julius Root can see to that.

This particular elf has had her share of adventures. Her most famous and the one she specialised in include one Artemis Fowl. She had been a hostage, partner, friend even. She did miss him, but the Fowl mud boy was not in her mind right now.

"Commander, what has happened?" She asked quickly as soon as she entered Police Plaza.

Commander Root, being dubbed with the nickname 'Beetroot' because of his complexion, did him no justice today. He was redder than ever, a vein throbbing near his temple and stress seen on every fibre and wrinkle on his eventually purpling face.

"Captain Short! You are extremely late today! I will not tolerate it!!"

Holly sighed. Here we go again.

"Please Commander, I am exactly on time. Now please tell me what is wrong, sir." She asked sympathetically. She knew how hard it was for Root, him being in charge of all this. Once, the LEP were honoured and respected, now, there were merely police officers that got in the way.

Just then, Foaly the centaur clip-clopped his way into the office.

"Julius, some pixies have caught sight of him. They say he went through to E1, Tara. The cameras have caught glimpses of him."

Holly looked puzzled. She followed Commander Root and Foaly, listening to them argue again.

"Now see here horse-man! One, don't call me Julius! Two, I don't care if you are our technician, if you call me Julius again, you're fired! Three, you got that?!" Yelled the Commander.

Foaly huffed. "Excuse me, but that is not the problem here, Julius. The fact is that he has surfaced and we can catch him legally."

"Sir, inform me of the matter." Butted in the elf. Holly didn't like being ignored; especially when it was evident something very disastrous was at hand.

Foaly replied. "He had slipped passed the guards once again and pilfered his way out. Illegally of course. He didn't even bother to register, now that he's a 'legal citizen' of Haven."

The word 'pilfer' gave it all away.

"Ah." Holly said.

"Yes," agreed Root. "Mulch Diggums is in Ireland somewhere but we will know for sure once we find him. Isn't that right, pony-boy?"

"But why? Isn't Mulch free now? Why do we still have to find him?" Asked Holly.

Root rounded onto the female elf. "Captain Short, do you really trust Mulch if he's a legal citizen or not?"

"Point taken, sir."

Root nodded and Captain Trouble Kelp entered the office. "Trouble, I want you and Captain Short to go to the surface and track Mulch Diggums. I want an open line connection and report to me what he does for the next few hours. I'm suspicious and I know he's up to something."

"Yessir."

Trouble passed a regulation above-ground micro-fibre jumpsuit to the stunned Captain Short and winked.

"Come on Holly, what can go wrong?"

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