Oh my god! I actually got reviewers and they actually like it! (Does a dance). Ahem, so, this is my story "Blood of Mine" and now is a good time to put in the disclaimer. I do not own "Artemis Fowl" and its characters by Eion Colfer. I own all other unfamiliar characters and please don't kill me because they have weird names ; I received many reviews (actually it's only 3 but oh well) and I'm so happy! Here are my replies:

RaevanDawn: It's not really a good idea yet, but it will get much more interesting, I promise! And thankyou for waiting.

anonymous by the name of 'Artemis': Where's the grammatical error? Where, where?! You have to tell me! Ahem...thankyou kindly for not counting :P and you will definitely hear more from me.

Now that I've updated and decided on a name (finally!), I will continue with the story as I present the next chapter! Happy reading and hope you will review.

Kestral

Chapter II

When Odd Ends Meet

Ireland, Dublin, Fowl Manor

Strange memories circled within Artemis' mind. They were distant and faded easily out of his grasp. He supposed these were the memories he had forgotten. Memories of his sister.

Nothing personal against girls, it's just that...she's a girl!

Fowl's have never had girls before. It ended the tradition of the 'Fowl' name. And Fowl's most certainly did not have more than one child, in case of sibling rivalry and competition between family members. It was for safety reasons.

No, the thing most troubling to Artemis was not his 'sister' in person; it was the fact that he was the second child, the child that wasn't supposed to be born. Although Artemis displayed no to little emotions, he was ready to cry, probably for the first time in his life. The news stunned him. But realisation disturbed him further.

He had always liked being the only child. It was true that he was lonely sometimes, but hey, he was always too busy with his plans to notice. Artemis tightened his grip on his pillow. He was the second child. He was supposed to be unwanted…

Artemis ignored the knock on his door. Instead, he acted like every other teenager and rolled over to the other side of the bed and pretended to be asleep. He was meant to be asleep by now, but there was too much going that kept him wide awake.

The person by the door came in. Nobody except his mother and Butler would dare enter the room of Artemis Fowl without permission. His father might, but it was unlikely.

Eyes clenched, he tried to block off anything that will cause him to open them. The person, who was now most likely his mother lightly stepped onto the Persian rug where it muffled the footsteps. The dull sound grew a little louder and closer.

She bent down and loomed over Arty's curled figure. She tucked him in, a little too tightly and stepped back. Without another word or action, she walked out and left Artemis staring at the opposite side of the room.

Artemis closed his eyes.

Ireland, outskirts of Dublin

Mulch Diggums was and has always been an extremely short man. He was after all, a fairy dwarf.

Now, he was a free dwarf and could walk the streets knowing that nobody was watching him. He enjoyed the free life, but now it was time to repay his debt. As much as he liked being free, there was nothing as thrilling as going after what's in his blood. Gold.

"I must pay a little mud whelp a visit."

Mulch leaned over on all fours and dug deep into the earth. He felt calm and happy again being in dirt. There was nothing more satisfying than digging.

The last of Mulch disappeared as two figures hovered overhead.

"Commander, we have lost Diggums, sir."

Then came the reply we can all relate to. "D'Arvit!"

Fowl Manor

Artemis slid off the bed and walked into his personal bathroom. The bathroom that started everything to begin the search for the lenses owner.

He tried hard not to get angry at himself, for he did the right thing. He knew what his parents were saying when they sounded confused.

His sister's visa. It was actually his fault; he didn't know the account was in use, and it had the Fowl name on it. He only 'borrowed' the money to fund his research on the lens. It wasn't very successful, but he had received valuable clues. The fact remained though: how could he have been so...so stupid!

Artemis would've fainted. He had called himself stupid! He was ready to commit suicide!

Well, better to know about family matters now than never, or later.

Butler was doing his morning rounds, checking up on his charge to make sure he was ready to wake up, and then starting on breakfast. He had grown old recently. One second, he was up and running laps around Fowl Manor, the next day, he felt tired and was definitely not the man he used to be.

The manservant peeked into Artemis' room and confirmed him awake. As he slipped his head out of the room, Arty emerged from the shower. He was very tired and the shower had no effect on him whatsoever. He dressed quickly; it would be awkward if Butler was to walk in anytime soon. He never used to mind Butler, but he was growing and his need for privacy and a little personal space was too.

He was ready for another day. Another hard day in the study, cracking down hard on his computer to find anything he had sealed away about the lens. The lens could only be examined a few times each day and it wouldn't be good for it if it was out in the open air for too long. But Artemis didn't even know why he would bother. He knew it was out of the question. He won't find anything today.

Not really 'find' anything.

Absorbed in his thoughts, Artemis didn't even realise that he had walked all the way down to the dining room and was sitting in his favourite seat at the head of the table. How unlike him.

Someone was sitting opposite him with a huge sheet of newspaper propped in front. His heart stopped.

It was not his mother, he was sure. It wasn't even his father; he didn't read anything other than the business and finance section. At least he used to only read the finance and business section.

It had to be her.

Butler walked in right on cue and paused. He hadn't seen the supposed 'Fowl girl' yet. Noticing the newspaper, he assumed it was just Mister Fowl, and made to settle the tray of cereal and toast before his young master. The look on Artemis tightened something inside of Butler.

He drew his Sig Sauer and pointed it to the newspaper-protected stranger. His other hand was placed protectively in front of Artemis.

However, Artemis didn't like having a big arm in the way of his view. He pushed it aside and reached to pull the gun from the giant hands. Butler complied, but didn't let Artemis hold the gun for long. He replaced it in his hip holster and frowned suspiciously.

The newspaper was lowered a fraction to reveal the top of a head, one with dark, black hair. The paper shuffled loudly and stopped.

It was her.

He didn't even know her name, he thought. It was, as Juliet put it, stupid.

The newspaper slammed down onto the table and caused the two men to jump in surprise.

Artemis' mouth hung slightly opened. He managed to stammer a question, something to break the silence. "Who may I ask, are you?"

There was a tiny man sitting on the chair, holding a huge sheet of newspaper in the Fowl dining room.

"Did you miss me, mud boy?" Came the reply from the short man.

Mulch didn't have the chance to go any further because at that moment, she walked in.

Artemis still remembers the day he met his sister.

She was tall and wasn't like Artemis in many ways. She had blue eyes, the same blue eyes as Artemis and sleek, shiny black hair. But other than that, she didn't look much like him. Her skin was dark, tanned if you will, by the sun. She had slight blemishes on her face and her face was relaxed, happy. She looked a lot like Angeline; joyful, feminine and pretty.

When she came in, his face was blank. She glanced at the dropped food, to Butler then to Artemis.

Butler frowned. "Kari?"

Artemis blinked. Kari?

She nodded and smiled. "Good morning Dom!"

Butler only just remembered the spill on the floor and hesitated to pick it up. He was very surprised, first about Mulch, now about the female Fowl. But why was she here? And if she's here, then where was…

The Fowl daughter held out a hand to Artemis. He didn't know what to do but shake it. His first thought was about her hands. They weren't smooth, like his mother's but rough and worn. His second thought insulted him. It told him he was pathetic; you meet your sister and all you can do is shake her hand.

Artemis was looking at his sister, a real sister. A sibling, a fellow Fowl member. Family...

"Artemis?" She said. Arty could clearly make out the accent, developed over time living in another country. But to her, he probably had the accent. The Irish accent.

"I am." He managed to say. She let go of his hand and looked around.

"I'm finally back in Fowl Manor."

"I see."

"There are two Butler's here?"

"Yes."

Artemis knew he sounded pathetic. But there were no other words to answer and use. His vocabulary failed him this time.

"Do you know who I am?"

This was a real question, and it made Artemis feel squeamish.

"Yes, sister."

An astonished Mulch Diggums fell flat on his stomach and groaned. "What sister?!

I won't be updating for awhile unless I have finished writing and editing and re-editing everything. Happy R&R!