I forgot to email you, refloc. Sorry. Well, you didn't put your complete address in. Well, truthfully I forgot it, but truthfully you only put something like this. refloc. See?
As for Silver, IwuvMyKenshyPoo and cloudlessnight, I think you're right. Well, all will be revealed here.
Oh yes, and due to increasing demand for longer chapters... I'll try. It's just that it comes out longer in Notepad, which is what I use.
Disclaimer: I own the little black shadow. That is all.
On with it!
Holly's point of view
Holly began to go over what she knew. She knew that she was lying on a bed, paralyzed. She knew that if she tried to get out, she would be flung back in by a magnetic field sphere. She knew that her kidnapper was male.
Well that's helpful, she thought glumly. Now that I know my kidnapper is male, who knows what he'll do? Oh, I don't know. Probably what a female kidnapper would do anyway. What's the difference? A kidnapper is a kidnapper, regardless of gender. She knew that females wouldn't offer any mercy whatsoever. She also knew that males didn't usually give mercy.
So maybe my kidnapper wants information. If I tell him, then for all I know he'd kill me. If I don't, then I know he will. It's a lose-lose situation.
But why did his voice sound so familiar? she wondered. It couldn't be Foaly, it definitely wasn't Mulch, and Sool wouldn't bother with her. It was like I listened to that voice everyday.
Surely it wasn't Artemis.
The more she thought about it, the more she realized it was true. I thought you were my friend, she thought bitterly. The anger and feeling of betrayal very, very gradually welled up inside her until it was dying to come out. Finally she couldn't suppress it anymore.
She opened her mouth, and screamed.
Artemis's point of view
Artemis was walking. He didn't know it, but he was walking. He had already stepped out of his bedroom, walked the corridor, walked down the stairs, and opened the door. The cold wind whipped his hair around, and he closed his eyes for a moment. Then he opened them again.
Then the ground rose up to his neck. He wasn't sinking. He was merely walking. Walking through the soil. It reached his nose; he couldn't breathe for a moment.
Then he was through, miraculously free of mud or dirt of any kind. If anything, the ground had cleaned him. Then he was walking again, and before he knew it (for he didn't even know he wasn't sleeping) he had covered miles. His feet were tired, his stomach screaming for food, his throat crying for anything to cool and soothe its ache.
More and more miles were covered. It was an unusually quick journey. In a matter of minutes, he had arrived at his destination.
It was little more than a hole in the wall. In fact, it was the entrance to a house. A rather large house, by fairy standards. He headed for the second hallway, finally entering the fourth blue door to the right.
And on the bed, drowning in the thick, white linen sheets and soft green pillows, was an elf. She was extremely pretty, with her nut brown skin, cherubic lips and large hazel eyes. Large hazel eyes that were gazing at him with a mixture of betrayal, disbelief and anger.
"Hello again, Holly," Artemis said, not knowing he had spoken. "I see the effects have worn off. Well, they would have. You have been in here for 3 days."
"In these 3 days I've been living in a more luxurious lifestyle than even Opal Koboi back when you were twelve. I've been fed, watered, and pampered. And I hate it, Artemis. I hate every minute of it. Especially the thousands of minutes after I figured out it was you."
"And yet you haven't been trying to escape."
"That isn't the typical you. Have you forgotten? You told me there was a magnetic sphere around the bed. I'll be thrown back into bed the second it feels even a millimeter of skin. Have you forgotten, or do you just like the sight of disappointed, half-crazy elves trying, and failing miserably, to escape?"
"May I inform you, Holly, that there isn't any magnetic sphere anymore. I decided that it wasn't worth wasting magic if I could just make the doors, walls, floor and ceiling 10 times stronger."
Her eyebrows dropped down to an alarmingly low height. But before she could ask, Artemis was gone.
The little black shadow
The black shadow waited for him in front of the fourth blue door on the right. She was tired of being a shadow. It hid your face, and her face was possibly her largest physical advantage. But her mind was more powerful, and the spell was more effective as a shadow. She didn't know why. It was one of the mysteries of magic.
Chrysanthene was a warlock. Or, according to the more sexist fairies, a witch. Yes, she could perform the simple healing and mesmer done by the normal fairies, but she was unique, even for a witch. No other witch could dive into the body and brain and possess whoever they wanted. What was more, she could even leave a bit of herself behind for if anything went wrong. And nothing did.
Of course, this was pure play for her. She had found herself running hot, something she liked very much. But she found that little by little, your magic went away even if you weren't doing anything. So, she decided to use her magic. Unfortunately, she didn't know how. Until she heard about Holly Short and Artemis Fowl.
What if, she had asked herself, I do a cliche and put friend against friend? It would be fun. It would be effortless. But it was something to occupy her time and magic, so she could complete the Ritual soon. And then she would be running hot again.
Of course, there were many other things she could have done. Things that were more fun, more exciting, and more taxing on magic. But it was this one she set her heart on. Because she was always fascinated with humans. They had one thing in common. The excitement of war, battle and chaos. And it was a fourteen year old boy she would be dealing with. There weren't many of them available for an experiment.
Chysanthene was insane. She knew it. She took pride in it. And this one would be her most insane project yet. Until she thought of something better.
Author's note: But there is a flaw in her plan. A flaw that will bring it crashing down her ears. But hope is not lost for Chrysanthene. It is for Artemis. Bwahahahaha! Hah!