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I sit myself back in a chair and massage my eyes with my thumbs. I have such a painful, pressured, throbbing headache I just want to sleep for an eternity. But I don't have that option. Artemis was too buisy explaining the perils of the People's abilities to use magic, and even though he talked softly and eloquently, it was still mindless blather to me.
"Artemis," I finally interrupt him, "I know this is important, but I have a major headache right now. Can it wait?"
He looks at me coldly for a fraction of a second, but then gives me a warning glance and simply shrugs. "Suit yourself," and is silent after that.
I enjoy the silence a great deal more than I should and find myself wondering why. The thought passes like an overhead cloud; only shadowing me for a brief moment, and then I slump over in my chair, lethargically. After that, all goes out with the blackness of sleep.
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"Artemis Fowl Junior," hisses a menacing, innocent-type female voice from a corner of the room. The lab has gone black; the lights run based on the amount of physical activity in the room. After Sofie had fallen asleep, Artemis sat himself contendedly in the back of his perimeter. Whoever it was (though Artemis knew from the voice) moved forward, and the lights came back on with a snap. Sofie didn't stir the slightest bit.
But instead, there stood a tiny, delicate figure in the surprisingly bright light of the lab. One could have easily mistaken the figure for that of a child. Yet, the look on the little thing's face was nothing of a child. It was a look of pure hatred, and pure eagerness at the same time.
"Enjoying your little vacation, Artemis?" asks the little thing in a mocking tone. Artemis wipes away the passing wave of shock and speaks.
"Why yes, Opal Koboi, I am."