ARTEMIS FOWL:
1. THE FOUNDING OF THE WILL
Artemis Fowl stood in his lab, studying the bluish contents on his desk. He was just so sure that it could be turned into something useful to cure the cancer that his father had. Knock Knock Knock, Butler came in and locked the door, looking right through Artemis's face…seriously. Whenever Butler had this face, Artemis knew that something wasn't going that well and they needed to be in action right away.
"Uh, oh…..what's wrong, my pal?"
"Artemis…………..your…..your…..," Butler stumbled over his words.
He gulped a mouthful of air down and closed his eyes. He sighed and said, "Artemis, your father is in a very bad condition right now at this very moment. T-this might be h-his last……last day."
"Why couldn't you tell me that earlier?" Artemis pushed the button underneath his desk and as the lab door opened, he ran out the door, almost crashing into every wall as he went to his father's special nursing room with cleaner air and a fingerprint system on the door so that no one except his family could go in and make a big deal about his illness around the world in newspapers and magazines.
Artemis hastily pressed his thumb on the flat, silver surface in the corner of the door and quickly ran in…….and knelt beside his mother, who was weeping miserably. The blanket reached all the way to the top of his father's head. He couldn't believe his eyes. But he knew that now, he would have to become stronger in order to maintain the reputation of his family and his mother from now on. Even though tears were already making his vision blurry, he looked into the ceiling to avoid them from falling down their cheeks. Instead, he put his arms around his mother's shoulders and stroked her hair to pacify her.
Then, Artemis felt around the walls of the room until he found a bulge over the remaining flat surfaces. He was the only one who knew where his father's secret cargo is and he was sure that his Father had hidden his will in the cargo.
He quickly ripped the wallpaper with his pocket knife and scratched out the remaining sticky parts. With the emergency needle in his wallet, he picked the lock and when the first door opened and the second door appeared, he pressed his thumb on the silver platform in the middle and a mountain of gold welcomed him. But that wasn't what Artemis was looking for just then. A corner of an enveloped showed between the second and the third pile of gold. He pulled at it with all his might and finally got it out.
He quickly ripped open the envelope, oblivious of his mother's stares with dark circles around her eyes.
The content of the will did not surprise Artemis, but it horrified him.
