She just could not stand it. Butler and Juliet both remembered the story of the Red Raven. If Root heard about this… well… she was to blame, after all. She was the one who wanted to be an author so bad that she wrote down one of the most secret legends of all time, one that no one but fairies knew. And, of course, she'd lost the manuscript to – who else? – Butler. Butler had read it, and knew that it would be a good story to tell his sister when she went to sleep, but Holly had to erase the manuscript from his memory. That she did, but only the fact that it was a manuscript. Butler still knew the story, but he thought he made it up. Little did he know that the red raven was, in fact, real, and what's more, Holly knew where it was.
"Short!" Root's gruff voice met her ears. She knew she was in trouble. Holly tried not to be nervous as she walked in, but her heart was pounding a million times a minute.
"Y-yes?" She asked, shakily.
"Short, Foaly has something to ask you." A high-tech monitor was on the opposite wall, and Foaly's face was on it.
"Hi, Holly! How's it going?'
"Good, you?'
"Great! I just made this new gun that you might like, I need to show it to yo-"
"Enough with the chit-chat. Let's get down to business." Root was getting impatient.
"Okay, okay. Holly, I'm getting some very peculiar Internet searches from Fowl Manor. About the Red Raven. How, may I ask, does Artemis know about the Red Raven?"
"It's not Artemis. It's Butler." She spilled the whole story to the pair of them. They looked at her in amazement.
"Holly, you do know why that story was so important to keep a secret, don't you?"
"I must admit, no, I don't."
"I'll tell you then," Root said, matter-of-factly. "The Red Raven is a raven."
"And, let me guess, it's red."
"Don't be a smart-mouth. Yes, the raven is red, the color of blood. This is because of the many who have died, trying to get it. The more people die, the more covered in red it becomes. It can't be any more covered now; too many have died for it. It is all red, the purest red anyone has seen. The few who have not died, trying to see it have seen it, but are now obsessed with finding it again. And once they do, they try to capture it. No one has ever been able to capture it, ever. People have died trying, fairy and human alike."
"But not trolls?"
"Trolls are too stupid to comprehend that there is a such thing as a red raven."
Holly didn't notice it, but the monitor that had Foaly's face in it had disappeared.
"So you understand, Holly, that Artemis and Butler will die trying to get this bird without outside help."
"Where can they find that?"
"Holly, Holly, Holly, you just don't get it, do you?" Root's face was dead serious.
"You must help them."