Disclaimer – I own nothing. This is an idea taken from the genius of Eoin Colfer's, Artemis Fowl.

Prologue

A lone figure stood beside a long winding road. Dark shadows flickered across his pale, thin face, and only his eyes were completely visible. They were bright blue, and there seemed to be a hypnotising effect coming from deep inside the dark pupils. There was no wisdom or kindness in these eyes, just hunger for power, and a brutal determination to receive it. The gaze from these eyes was icy, and people who were foolish enough to look directly at them, would find a shiver of fear to crawl slowly along their spine. These eyes were calculating malicious. These eyes belonged to the ruthless villain, Artemis Fowl.

Artemis looked impatiently at his watch, straining to see the dimly glowing hands in the gloom. His trusty manservant, Butler, was not as close as he usually was to Artemis, but he was still close by. Still lethal. Ready for any possible assailant to attack, and ready to protect the principle with his life. The reason why Butler was not standing so close to Artemis, so close that they could be considered to be Siamese twins if it wasn't for the considerable difference in build, was that Artemis had ordered him to stay hidden. And Artemis was definitely not a man to argue with. So, going against all his basic instincts of protection, he crouched, silently waiting.

There was a reason why Artemis had told Butler to stay hidden. Earlier that same day, he had received a tip-off from a voice that sounded vaguely familiar, but he couldn't place. The strange voice had told him to meet him at midnight, at a place called Tara. Alone. This place also sounded incredibly familiar to Artemis, and after a while of researching on the Internet, he found it. So 7 hours later here he was, waiting for this puzzling man to show up.

'Hello, Artemis.'

Artemis spun round in shock. He hadn't heard anyone approach, on car or on foot. He couldn't see anyone.

'Down here.'

The voice was the same as the one that he had heard earlier that day, Artemis was sure of it. He peered down, and, as his eyes began to adjust to the gloom, he saw a rather short man.

This man – other than being short, was different in many other ways. He had a very thick beard, whose hair seemed to have a life of it's own, curling and uncurling like snakes. He also had a rather large jaw, and, Artemis noted with amazement, teeth like tombstones, which glinted in the moonlight when he spoke.

'It seems that Foally did a good job on you. You don't remember a thing about me, do you? Or Root and the LEPrechauns, or Butler. Or Holly.'

Artemis stood in confusion. Who was Foally? He'd never met this man in his life before, and why was he talking about roots, was he hungry? Artemis snorted. There was no such thing as Leprechauns, and was he threatening Butler? And who on earth was Holly?

'What on earth are you on about? Have you lost your mind, little man?'

'I'm talking about who you are. What you should know, and why you don't. What was taken away from you, and now, what I'm giving to you.'

The man took a thong from around his neck, and pressed it into Artemis's hand. On the end of the thong, was a coin with a hole through the middle. It felt smooth and cool against his skin as he lifted it up to examine it, and he could tell, without a proper look, that this coin was nothing like anything he'd ever seen before.

'What exactly is this?' He said, looking downwards in contempt. But the man had gone. Artemis was alone again.