Woah, REALLY LONG DELAY Holy!
I'm so sorry, I didn't intend on not updating for 6 months!
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No really... Time DOES FLY
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Everyone looks out the window and sees time flying by with purdyful wingsHAHA TOLD YOU But yeah, uhm, onto the thank you's…
VampyGenieWitch:Yeah, there's some spelling mistakes, because I'm currently writing this fic on my laptop, and the buttons sometimes stick, or you have to press REALLY HARD for them to work, and so… yeah, that's why. There'll probably be spelling mistakes in this chapter too, but I always have spelling mistakes in my fics, you know that :P
LunaML: Ok, good enough for me. I hope you keep reading
MEMEMEEEEEEEEEEEE (a.k.a. Grace): Yay Graceeeee, wha- OH MY GOD. –sniffs, turning around dabbing eyes- oh…my…god.. ok –puts tissue away- It's spelled with a Y, Clancy! Not Clance! Or, in your case Claire lol Uhm, yeah that bit up there is dramatization, just so you know. HAHAHA Shannon spilling popcorn on her head, so silly, even though it's been so long you probably forget about that. What's the one minor teeny thing that's wrong? TELL ME! I NEED TO KNOW. I need to KNOW these things! But anyway –turns off demented self- keep reviewing, now that I've finally updated.
Monique101: Aww thanks! I'm glad you're reviewing. Yeah, I made this one more serious because I felt that there had to be SOME humour in this fic (fics are boring without humour) but not enough to be categorized underneath it, like all my other fics. I hope you'll keep reviewing : )
Knight of the Eternal Darkness: o0o, ZOMBIESSSS! –chews on ones arm- It'd be kind of fun to kill Arty actually –gets mobbed by Arty fangirls- I can't say whos going to diee (or even if anyone IS), because that would spoil it ) Keep reading though, you'll find out.
You kill me well: Aww thanks Jess –heart-
Disclaimer: I don't own anyyyy characters other than my own creations like Harry! Uhm, no, not the super-spazzy wizard one ( He IS though, god, he throws a temper tantrum every 10 minutes in OoTP)
(A/N: Ok, I realize that some people in this chapter would probably speak another language, but I have no clue what that language is, and I have no translator, so I'm writing it as if they're able to speak at least SOME English. And please don't flame or be offended from this, I'm just a humble fanfiction writer.)
Chapter 3
Artemis was jerked awake from the shock of someone pouring cold water on his face. He opened his eyes, and staring back at him were the eyes of many African children. One had a wooden bucket in their hand, obviously the one who had dumped the water on him.
None of them said a word, they all just stared at him with curiosity.
"What happened?" said Artemis, straining to sit up straight, his back feeling horribly stiff.
None of them spoke, but one pointed to his left, and the children cleared a path so he could see. Artemis slowly turned his head, and stared wide-eyed at what he saw.
A plane, the plane he was riding to be exact, lay completely crushed, a small distance away from where Artemis was laying. Smoke billowed up from it, and one wing was torn off. The whole airplane was laying nose-down in the dirt. Men were surrounding it, throwing buckets of water, trying to stop the yet-small flames.
Artemis opened his mouth, then quickly closed it, facing the children.
"Where are the other people from the plane?"he asked.
"They're both dead sir," said one, with a blank look on her face.
Artemis just sat there stunned. He'd known Harry since he was young. Even though he barely knew him, Artemis felt loss for even Roshwell. What would he do now? How would he get home? He put his head in his hands.
"We can take you to the village," said a child, offering him help up.
Artemis ignored the gesture and stood. "Ok, take me to this village. I want to speak with these men first though."
"You can't though, their busy putting out the fire, you could get hurt!"
Artemis once again ignored the child and started making his way towards the crash. There was one man passing him, so Artemis stopped him and asked about the nearest inn. The man simply pointed towards a village, not to far from the crash site, and took off.
Artemis decided that the only thing he could really do was go to the village, it wasn't far, and a few minutes of walking wouldn't kill him. So he got up, and made his way towards the village, pretending the children never existed.
In the Village
Artemis entered the small village, feeling the eyes of many curious people, some smiled, some just stared. It was rather uncomfortable. Artemis ignored them, just as he had done with the children and looked around for any kind of inn. He didn't understand how he would find it, there were small huts, big huts, some other small structures. But nothing that looked any different. He knew quite a bit about Africa, and African villages, but this one was completely different.
Rolling his eyes in annoyance, he walked up to one of the women who were smiling at him.
"Just a thought, but I would consider adding signs to your little village. I'm seeking an Inn, if there even is one."
The woman shook her head no, then pointed to her house and smiled again. Artemis scowled.
"It's ok madam, I'd rather take my chances on the path than in your house." And with that he walked away from the still smiling woman.
Realizing that he now had to sleep outside, Artemis groaned. He was used to his expensive comfortable mattress at home, how was he supposed to sleep on the ground?
The sun was starting to set, the men were still at the wreck. With a pang of remorse, he wondered where the pilots bodies were. When he got out of the village, he vowed to organize a formal funeral for them, it was the least he could do.
He settled down on the dirt behind a house, feeling rather uncomfortable, and the ground being surprisingly quite moist. His eyes closed, memories of the two dead men, still in his head, but he hadn't shed a tear, and he wouldn't. He was Artemis Fowl.
He woke up the next morning, the sun shining past his eyelids, which opened to four faces peering down at him.
Artemis sat up quickly, breathing heavily.
"Why must I always wake up to people standing over me?" he asked, running a hand through his hair, frustrated.
One of the men staring at him answered. "You're sitting in our water waste."
Artemis stood up quickly, stepping away from the area he was sleeping in.
"Brilliant, I'm assuming you always happen to throw your dirty water behind your house, or perhaps it was only because I was coming, and you'd enjoy ruining my best Armani suit?"
Nobody said anything, and Artemis rolled his eyes, and walked off. There was really nothing to do. With his laptop destroyed, the money in his bank accounts useless, what was he to do. There were some children playing nearby, he doubted he'd get a well educated answer, like the ones he got from Butler, but he decided to try it anyway.
All the children stared wide-eyed as he approached them. There was only one girl in the group, it looked as though they had been chasing her.
"What is your name." He asked one ignoring the fact that all eyes were on him.
The boy didn't answer.
"I would like to know what will happen to me now."
"If you want to know what will happen to you, see Madam Taree." Said one, looking excited.
"And where may I find this Madam Taree?"
The child pointed to the far corner of the village, and Artemis headed off the in direction without another word.
He passed many odd people on the way, some talking very fast in a different language, others using strange method of transportation, and others just watching him pass in curiousity. The child had said at the end corner of the village, and he was quite sure that was where he was.
He saw an elderly woman sitting outside of a very small hut, she had dark skin, and her years showed in wrinkles. She wore an overlarged dress of deep purple. He decided to ask her if she knew where Madam Taree lived.
The woman eyes went wide with excitement. "Mmmm, a visitor! Come in, come in, quickly!"
She grabbed Artemis by the arm and pulled him towards the inside of the house. She took a stool out from under a large clothe, and put it next to a wooden table which had many strange objects on it.
"Now son, what do you want from Madam Taree? Would it be a palm reading, fortune telling, Mmmm?"
Artemis sighed in exasperation, and stood up, ready to leave.
"I'm sorry, Madam, but I don't care much for fortune telling, I was misunderstood, goodbye."
Madam Taree smiled on. "Oh yes, the survivor, well, is fortune telling isn't your need, then maybe I could help you with something else, Mmm yes?"
Artemis didn't move an inch, staring at the possibly insane woman rummaging through a large basket.
"Ah, what about hints as to your love life? Or perhaps your family's fortune!"
Artemia sighed, and left the hut, ducking to exit the small doorway.
"Ah, but what about time trickery?"
Artemis stopped dead in his tracks. Time Trickery, as in time travel? He turned around and re-entered the hut, sitting down immediately.
"Explain."
"Well," said the woman, now even more excited than ever. "Basically, changing an event in time. Can only happen with a very big sacrifice."
"Does this mean I can go back in time and change something?" said Artemis.
"With a a grand sacrifice. Are you interested?"
Artemis thought it over for a minute. "How big does this sacrifice have to be?" he asked curiously.
"I shall not know, it will happen sometime in your life."
"So this 'sacrifice' won't happen right away, it could take my whole life before it takes affect."
"Correct."
He rubbed his temples, thinking about his options. "Ok, I agree to your Time Trickery," he said finally.
"Excellent!" said Madam Taree, and she hurridly pushed everything off the table. She struck a match and lit many of the candles around the room.
"Ok, now you must undress."
Artemis opened his mouth in horror. "What, why?"
"Clothing affects the flow of spirituality boy, they must be rid of."
Artemis closed his eyes for a moment, then turned away, slowly let his clothing fall to the ground, and quickly lay upon he cot next to him.
Madam Taree pushed back the hair from Artemis's brow and placed a finger on his forehead, mumbling a string of words.
At the moment, Artemis was feeling very uncomfortable. He was completely naked with a woman he barely knew massaging his forehead. But he knew Butler would do it for him without a doubt so, so would he.
"Boy, I need you to think about where you want to go back to and what was happening at the time. Concentrate."
Artemis knew exactly where he wanted to go back to. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut and focused on that one event, that one event that could change everything, and perhaps save Butler's life.
"Open your eyes only when you feel my finger leave your brow. And good fortune to you, Artemis Fowl."
Artemis opened his eyes, maybe by mistake or in anxiety. He never felt Madam Taree's finger leave but it didn't matter, he was where he needed to be. He was back on that dirt road, he gasped as he saw Butler driving beside him. Butler…he thought sadly as he realized what was about to happen. Why had he told him to keep going…why had he been so incredibly stupid…
"Artemis," said Butler, a bead of sweat rolling past his temple. "Artemis, the train-"
There was a large screech of metal as the Bentley smashed into the train head on. Artemis was thrust forward through the windshield and collided with the train, quickly being swallowed up underneath the wheels.
The train past quickly, revealing the disaster it had created. The Bentley was completely crushed, glass littered the ground, and blood soaked the dirt.
And on the train tracks motionlessly lay Artemis Fowl the second, as dead as his companion.
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Ok, ok don't all kill me. I did it for a reason. This chapter took me like, months to write because I kept only writing a bit at a time. Well my voice is sore, because I just came back from a very violent lacrosse game, and I still have the whole clapping LETS GO LAKERS chant, it was a good game AND WE WON WHOOOOOO.
Back to the fic
The plot will start getting much more complex after this chapter and lots of twists on the way. Please review, and once again, sorry for the long wait!
Yours till I gobble,.:The OddBird:.