Disclaimer:
I don't own Fowl
He looks like an owl (actually a Vampire but that doesn't rhyme)
He loves to scowl
I want to howl! (because my pathetic attempt at rhyming my way to a disclaimer has failed so miserably that I've lost all delusions about becoming the next Poet Laureate).
Lets do this the old fashioned way, shall we? I do not own the rights to Artemis Fowl or any of the characters associated with the books. They belong to Eoin Colfer. The Sue however does belong to me. She's mine to torture as I please.
Author's Note: Am I rambling? Sorry! This fic is set after the mindwipe of 'The Eternity Code', Artemis Fowl has not recovered his memory, and thus there are no People. Enjoy, please read and review. Constructive criticisms help authors to better themselves.
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Chapter One: Musings
ARTEMIS FOWL'S JOURNAL, DISK 2, ENCRYPTED. ENTRY 1
My father returns today from his convalesce period in Helsinki, bringing with him his newly found conscience. I am to be granted a short reprieve from my 'necessary education' so that he and I can, in the manner of father and son, get to know each other. It is no doubt a noble sentiment and one I should perhaps welcome, as it were, with open arms, I cannot however allow myself to become too complacent in his company. I cannot yet look him in the eye when he asks if I am ready to be a hero. It may be that we differ in our interpretations of what such a role entails, I have no time for the glory-seeking heroism of myth nor the blatantly self-sacrificial antics of sympathy seekers, aligning themselves blindly to causes with no purpose other than to highlight the validity of their shallow beliefs. Perhaps I diverge from my purpose in keeping this journal, it was not intended to be an outlet for frustrations I cannot otherwise express but a documentation of my ventures for the benefit of my future descendents. I highly doubt there will be much benefit gleaned from my previous commentary.
To matters at hand then, Butler has not yet returned from Limerick and I begin to grow impatient, that is not a good sign. I have been assured that the reason for his delay is a valid one and that upon his return all will be explained. It is a rare admission for me but I do hope this proves to be true, an adversary of the calibre I previously mentioned cannot be allowed to roam freely without my knowledge. For someone to have planted such a device upon my very person without incurring any retribution; that is a state of affairs that I cannot allow to remain unchanged.
Juliet had resolved to leave tomorrow but I have convinced her to stay at the Manor a little longer, at least until Butler's return, though her stay may have to be extended. I've been given rather alarming news this morning.
My father's recovery has of course merited media attention and friends who had thought him lost are coming forward to extend their wishes for his good health. Most are undoubtedly the same sycophants who predicted the downfall of the Fowl Name when my father disappeared, hastily returning now to secure future roles. I can see that I am not being fair in this matter; there are a few individuals genuinely pleased by his recovery. Among them is an old friend from his days at Dublin University, Dr Egan, a lecturer at Glasgow, who my mother assures me, knew my father before the family dynasty changed the man she fell in love with. Father and he have not maintained contact and neither now wish to lose the chance at rebuilding a friendship almost lost to death and ambition. I remain bemused by these admissions from my father; he is normally a man distant from such emotionally saturated speeches. Dr Egan, accordingly will be experiencing Fowl hospitality for the next two weeks so that our families can bond. That in itself is not the issue with which I am concerned, nor would it be a sufficient reason for maintaining Juliet's role as my Butler. Dr Egan and my father have resolved that our families become closer and with that in mind I have been told by my mother to be courteous and pleasant to his daughter, Susanna Marie, who will be accompanying him. I had of course no intention of insulting a guest but my mothers enthusiasm regarding this soon be fourteen-year-old daughter of a friend has me questioning her motives. Juliet therefore must remain. We shall soon see what it is my mother has planned.
I don't own Fowl
He looks like an owl (actually a Vampire but that doesn't rhyme)
He loves to scowl
I want to howl! (because my pathetic attempt at rhyming my way to a disclaimer has failed so miserably that I've lost all delusions about becoming the next Poet Laureate).
Lets do this the old fashioned way, shall we? I do not own the rights to Artemis Fowl or any of the characters associated with the books. They belong to Eoin Colfer. The Sue however does belong to me. She's mine to torture as I please.
Author's Note: Am I rambling? Sorry! This fic is set after the mindwipe of 'The Eternity Code', Artemis Fowl has not recovered his memory, and thus there are no People. Enjoy, please read and review. Constructive criticisms help authors to better themselves.
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Chapter One: Musings
ARTEMIS FOWL'S JOURNAL, DISK 2, ENCRYPTED. ENTRY 1
My father returns today from his convalesce period in Helsinki, bringing with him his newly found conscience. I am to be granted a short reprieve from my 'necessary education' so that he and I can, in the manner of father and son, get to know each other. It is no doubt a noble sentiment and one I should perhaps welcome, as it were, with open arms, I cannot however allow myself to become too complacent in his company. I cannot yet look him in the eye when he asks if I am ready to be a hero. It may be that we differ in our interpretations of what such a role entails, I have no time for the glory-seeking heroism of myth nor the blatantly self-sacrificial antics of sympathy seekers, aligning themselves blindly to causes with no purpose other than to highlight the validity of their shallow beliefs. Perhaps I diverge from my purpose in keeping this journal, it was not intended to be an outlet for frustrations I cannot otherwise express but a documentation of my ventures for the benefit of my future descendents. I highly doubt there will be much benefit gleaned from my previous commentary.
To matters at hand then, Butler has not yet returned from Limerick and I begin to grow impatient, that is not a good sign. I have been assured that the reason for his delay is a valid one and that upon his return all will be explained. It is a rare admission for me but I do hope this proves to be true, an adversary of the calibre I previously mentioned cannot be allowed to roam freely without my knowledge. For someone to have planted such a device upon my very person without incurring any retribution; that is a state of affairs that I cannot allow to remain unchanged.
Juliet had resolved to leave tomorrow but I have convinced her to stay at the Manor a little longer, at least until Butler's return, though her stay may have to be extended. I've been given rather alarming news this morning.
My father's recovery has of course merited media attention and friends who had thought him lost are coming forward to extend their wishes for his good health. Most are undoubtedly the same sycophants who predicted the downfall of the Fowl Name when my father disappeared, hastily returning now to secure future roles. I can see that I am not being fair in this matter; there are a few individuals genuinely pleased by his recovery. Among them is an old friend from his days at Dublin University, Dr Egan, a lecturer at Glasgow, who my mother assures me, knew my father before the family dynasty changed the man she fell in love with. Father and he have not maintained contact and neither now wish to lose the chance at rebuilding a friendship almost lost to death and ambition. I remain bemused by these admissions from my father; he is normally a man distant from such emotionally saturated speeches. Dr Egan, accordingly will be experiencing Fowl hospitality for the next two weeks so that our families can bond. That in itself is not the issue with which I am concerned, nor would it be a sufficient reason for maintaining Juliet's role as my Butler. Dr Egan and my father have resolved that our families become closer and with that in mind I have been told by my mother to be courteous and pleasant to his daughter, Susanna Marie, who will be accompanying him. I had of course no intention of insulting a guest but my mothers enthusiasm regarding this soon be fourteen-year-old daughter of a friend has me questioning her motives. Juliet therefore must remain. We shall soon see what it is my mother has planned.