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Maynooth, Ireland

Poised in the sky on the out skirts of Maynooth- fully shielded of course- Holly admired the sky of which she and her People have been deprived of. She flew in lazy circles around the hills. A smile tingeing her lips once more, she let out an involuntary sigh as a shooting star made its way across the velvet of the night.

A voice that sounded so real, it could have been in the helmet with her, crackled in her ear.

"Holly, you know that you have somewhat of a job to do, right? It's not like you're getting paid for admiring the view." Foaly, as sarcastic and annoying as ever, threw her once again into the wonderful reality that Holly didn't quite want to exist in.

Mumbling something about making the horse eat his own aluminum helmet, Holly toggled her way towards the little bleeping red light on her locator.

Fowl Manor

Artemis Fowl the Second sat in his favorite chair in his room, eye brows etched together in concentration. A small thought had been nagging him from the back of his mind for quite a while. It was diminutive, barely a whisper. Yet it made it self known.

He felt twinges of guilt as he worked out his plot.

Torrid waves of déjà vu as he studied the Fairy Book.

He had dreams that could possibly be memories, but never could have happened.

The ease at which he created his master plan. It was as if he knew their reactions already, as if he knew the exact words that would escape the People's lips as he attempted to derive them of their gold. Ease that was only marred by the turmoil that rolled by and twisted his stomach in a feeling that he disliked almost as much as he disliked being wrong.

Guilt did not agree with Artemis. It did not become him.

And slowly it was consuming him.

Juliet came in at about six holding a tray with chicken Fricassee and leek soup.

"Hey there, Arty." She set the tray down on his table and set up his dinner. "Oh, there's also some Crepes with cider being made in the kitchen," she turned her gaze from the food to Artemis and smiled, "just incase you wanted a little something later as well." She noticed the look on his face before his cold mask was set. Her own smile faltered and she kneeled beside him. "Arty," she reached a slim hand up to his face in a sisterly fashion, "what's the matter?"

He tried to slip back into the cold, unfeeling demeanor that he usually was in, but as he fingers reached his cheek, it melted away, and he expressed his worry to her.

"This is just all... so..." he frowned again, trying to figure out the words he needed.

"Familiar."

Juliet and Artemis looked up to see Butler leaning against the door frame. His face was set in a thoughtful frown.

"I know what you mean, Artemis. I feel it as well, as clichéd as that sounds." He walked into the room and stood behind his younger sister.

"Thank you, Domovoi." Artemis said absently. His thoughts where still clouded and more confusing now that he knew the others felt the same.

He didn't notice the odd silence that grew between Butler and Juliet.

After a while, Juliet spoke up.

"Arty, what did you call Butler?"

He was brought out of his reverie by the concern in her tone and when met both of the Butler's gazes, he frowned in confusion.

"Butler. I called him Butler like I always do."

Brother and sister stole a glance at each other.

"What is it?" Artemis inquired.

"Nothing, Master." Butler reassured him and walked out of the room to the kitchens again.

Juliet stood and left him as well, throwing a smile over her shoulder.

Artemis was left alone to ponder what just happened, and what may have happened before.

Maynooth, Ireland

Glancing at her locator, the troll should be within half a mile of her.

"Odd..." she muttered to her self.

"What?" Foaly's voice asked.

Holly rolled her eyes. 'No privacy. Stupid horse. Asking his stupid one word questions, thinking someone will understand him, then sneering down on us all.' She thought to her self.

"I said 'Odd'." Holly answered out loud.

"I know." Said the impatient centaur, "I was asking you what was odd."

'You know,' Holly thought to her self again, 'if he didn't always speak to people like he was speaking to a child, maybe he wouldn't have to hide in that damned booth from all the people that want to kill him.'

Holly sighed audibly and answered the question to the best of her abilities.

"There's no damage. No troll."

Simplicity is key, she was once told.

She expected something smart assed from the other end of the line, but all she got was silence.

"Foaly?"

LEP Headquarters – Ops booth

"Hold on." He responded.

Foaly clicked around on two of his key boards, finding that, indeed, there was no troll. Nothing.

Scowling at the screen, he turned back to Holly, but didn't speak for a while.

He heard a chuckle on the other end of the line, and Holly's voice asking,

"Are you finally stumped, Foaly?"

His scowl deepened and he bit his lip before answering.

"Yes."

Foaly could practically hear the thoughts in her mind as if they were scrolling across the screen in a marquee.

'Well... this is new.'

And indeed, those were her exact words.

"Well... this is new."

He grimaced at the fact that it wasn't new at all. He had been wrong many a time, but those times are the ones that Holly asked to forget.

Fowl Manor

"Well Butler," Artemis strolled in to the kitchen after he finished his meal. It seemed that he had walked in on a brother sister moment, but the two looked on at Artemis and waited for him to continue.

Raising an eye brow delicately, he did.

"Shall we carry out the plan?"

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