Ring of Sagacity

Disclaimer: I do not own Artemis Fowl…Darn it! I wish I did.

Summary: The second part of the Sisters of Doom trilogy. This is the second sister, White Bringer. Artemis is looking to rule the world, and he plans on using these sister's power to do it. Yes, Artemis is going insane. I suggest you read Amulet of Quietus first, or this might not make sense.

Setting: U.S.A, Sahara Desert

Chapter One: A Second Beginning

"Checkmate" She murmured quietly. The girl reached forward and knocked over the opponents king. That made ten wins for her, and none for the opponent. How nice it would have been to not be playing against herself.

The girl sighed and walked to the kitchen in her home. It was a two room apartment, where she lived with her mother and father. She went to the school right down the street, and her best friend Mindy lived in the apartment across the walkway.

"Huyen!" Her head popped up, and she rushed to the window. The voice was that of short little Mindy, a book in one hand, and her dog's leash in the other.

"What do you want?" Huyen whined down to her. "I was going to eat!"

Mindy laughed. "I'm sorry. I didn't know you were so hungry." Of course, anyone who knew Huyen knew that when it came to food, you had best take three steps back. That girl could eat for hours, and the next day, could still be as fit as a professional athlete. "I just wanted to tell you that I saw your mom just now. She's in the parking lot. Any idea why she's home?"

"No… Oh, wait, my parents are going on a trip to Texas today, and won't be back for a couple days. My mom was stalking up on groceries."

Mindy starred wide- eyed at her. "Texas? What's in Texas?"

"Grandma Karren." she groaned. " I'm almost relieved I don't have to go. She gets drunk to much." Both girls burst out giggling, and when Mrs. Dur came around the corner, Mindy stalked off inconspicuously.

"Huyen Dur, you get your butt down here and help with the groceries!" Her mom yelled it up at her. Of course, Huyen was glad they lived on the top of the two story apartments, and not the top of five story ones. Imagining all the people who would hear her mom screech up at her, Huyen grimaced and ran to the door.

After five minutes of heavy duty grocery carrying, Huyen plopped the last three bags onto the counter and sat on the barstool. She sighed, knowing her mom was about to cover the 'rules' again. Sure enough, in walked Mrs. Dur looking like she was in a hurry.

"Alright, so, no parties while we're gone, no going out past ten, no boys, anywhere or anytime, and no alcohol. Oh, our number is on the fridge, Grandma's number is there too, and all emergency numbers you could ever want."

"Great, as so as you leave, I'll be sure to severely hurt myself, so I can get rushed to the hospital, and Grandma Karren can whine and complain about her favorite daughter not being there." Her mom looked up and frowned.

"Honey, you know my mom gets upset when I don't visit her a lot. And she asked that I take your father this time, and-"

"God forbid we ever ignore one of her requests." Huyen breathed out between clenched teeth.

"Hey, now that's not fair!" Her mom cried out.

"Hey, well, it's true. When was the last time you said no to her, huh?" Huyen knew she was traveling into rough territory now. The reason for their trip was bound to come into this now.

"Listen, young lady." Her mom said in an almost- serious voice. "My mom's dying. She has about three months to a year before that cancer kills her, and I don't plan on letting her die thinking how much her youngest child failed her. Now, remember, no boys. Not even really cute ones."

"Oh, darn, whatever will I do?" She said sarcastically. "Besides, what boy would go out with poor, adopted, Japanese- American Huyen? They all think I'm a freak." It was true, even though it was slightly exaggerated. None of the boys at her school had even asked her out. Her mother always told her she was a beautiful girl, but when she looked into the mirror and tried to see what the boys saw, she saw hideous things.

Black hair down to her shoulders, and dark mahogany brown eyes. Her face was wide, her eyes not as deep as theirs, and her nose not as a big. She truly was a Japanese born child, but had been abandoned by her parents when they came to America. When she was one, Mr. And Mrs. Dur had found her in the orphanage, and couldn't leave her. She was just too cute, or so they said.

"Huyen, they'll get over the fact that your Japanese eventually, it just-"

"Takes time, I know. But I'm fourteen, how much longer does it take?"

"Two more years." Her mom replied, and Huyen glared at her.

"No, that's just how much longer until I'm allowed to look at a guy."

"Correct." Her mother replied. "And three years from now, you can date one. How's that?"

"Pathetic." Huyen laughed at her and ran to her room. Her mother chased after her, but she slammed the door in her face.

"Alright, you may have think you won that little battle, but are you going to do when your father comes home?" This was yelled through the door.

"I'll barricade the door, and hope he wants to leave quickly." She called back.

"Fine, but no dinner for the stubborn girl who thinks she's ugly." Huyen heard her mother stalk away, and opened the door.

"No dinner?" She called.

"Nope, but you can have dessert!" Huyen's mouth was wide open, which worked perfectly for the pie that was stuffed into it. How her mom had tricked her, she never know. But she did know she was going to get her back.

Wiping off some of the lemon and meringue, Huyen saw Mrs. Dur laughing, gasping for breathing on the kitchen floor, clutching her side.

"Think that's funny huh? Well, you just started World War Three!" Though she was laughing on the outside, inside Huyen was hurt. Her mom's words about boys brought to mind her little curse. What sane boy would want to go out with a girl who could read his mind, or make him think he was a chicken, or any other animal for that sake? She knew that some boys would be attracted to it, but only the ones who wanted to show off their 'freaky girlfriend'. For fear of pain, Huyen built walls to hide behind, and hide she did.

But that safe world of hers was about to be bombarded by something that would question her outlook on life greatly. That something happened to be fire sprit. Well, half of that something happened to be a fire sprit. The other half was a boy called Artemis Fowl.

Ea sighed and ran her hand across the murky surface of her cauldron. The Bringer was so happy, but was bound to hate her role in this dangerous game. The Seer would give anything to be the White Bringer's Guardian, but had not been the reincarnation of that spirit.

"Vesta, come here." A young fire spirit appeared in her door. She had long auburn hair, vibrant green eyes, and viciously freckled skin. The girl wore tanned leather clothing, much the same as everyone else in the village, but she bore a small scar on her left shoulder, one which marked her as the Guardian's reincarnate.

"Yes, Seer?" She questioned.

"The White Bringer is in danger, as are you. The knowledge you hold will be wanted, I promise, and so you must leave. Make for the place in which the Bringer resides, and please hurry. " The girl nodded. She had been prepared for this her entire life.

"Yes, Seer, I shall leave soon. I will pack my things tonight and leave with the rising sun."

"Not good enough. You'll need to leave sooner." Ea responded.

The girl looked up at her. "Seer?"

"The humans are too close for you to dawdle. Go pack, now!" The young sprite was frightened, but she obeyed. Ea wished she could ignore her gift of sight, that it was wrong sometimes, but it wasn't.

She had seen Vesta's voyage, her life after this village, and the young spirit's demise. Ea sighed yet again, a pain filled sigh, and turned back to her cauldron. She would need to warn the Earthen sprits in Haven of the threat lingering over them, and now was as good a time as any.

Scrambling from the tent, Vesta was mentally thinking over everything she would need. Food, extra clothing, and water (even though she technically could live without it). She made it to her small hut under her tree and frantically shoved things into a bag. Not that she had many belongings anyway. It's not like there was much of anything to cling onto in a giant desert…

When she had finished, the sprit looked out at the small city she lived in. They were on the middle of the Sahara Desert, in a wide, open plain. Little vegetation could be found, though several types of animal could be used for food and clothing.

The huts constructed by her people were small, made from fallen trees, and what little grass they could find. Some were actually made from mud which had been heated with a sprits flame and made into solid clay. Those huts tended to last quite a bit longer than the tree ones.

Vesta sighed. This was it, she was out on her own now. She would need to find the White Bringer and convince her to leave her family. It was the only way she could protect the girl. When she felt a small breeze build up around her, Vesta spread her wings, flapping them slowly at first, and then letting them gain some speed.

When her wings became a blur of rapid movement, Vesta hopped into the breeze, flowing with it to the west. She was going to the Mud Man world know as America, and she would find the White Bringer. The lives of humans and fairies alike stood in her palm, and Vesta intended to close her hand about them protectively.

With the ground a flying by below and a sky of stars skimming by above, Vesta set to the west, into the unknown world of humans.

Author's Note:

Ok, well, how'd it go? I hope it's ok, I wrote in one hour… Hehehe, I'm so evil. I know I should have updated it sooner, but I just needed to get bored enough to write. And I did. Anyway, to reviewers of Amulet, I have responses! If I haven't responded to yours here, look back in the chapters of the Amulet, and if it isn't there, tell me, and I'll get it in a soon a possiable. I appreciate everyone who had reviewed, and thank you all greatly.

Heather, dear friend, I have but one thing to say: Lay of the sugar! You are sugar high way to much, dearest. I don't need the competition I get from Jessica, let alone you.

YrInvsbleFrnd, I like it too. Of course, this it probably because I wrote it…

Shadow reaper2, Thanks for the suggestions, and the name Maveth. I might use it, you never know…

Lady Emmi, I'm not sure by what you mean. What fairy is it you think is using slang? Because if it is Deidra, I have a perfectly good excuse: She grew up in the human world, and never knew fairies existed. She therefore would adapt out language styles, including the slang. Of course, this may bring into mind her age, because she is in fact the reincarnation of a fairy, and if she was a fairy living with humans, they would die before she reached the age of, I don't know, three? (in fairy years of course). Solution: She grew up at human rate, one year per year, until she found the Amulet, which allows her powers to fully take control, and therefore making her a fairy.

Wow, now that was fun. Anyone else understand what I just wrote? Lol, hopefully. Anyway, reviews for this story would be nice. I have to start the second chapter soon. Grrr…

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