Here's the part where I introduce my self and let you know exactly what the hell is going on! Hec! I'd like to know that myself but… this wont do will it?

Chapter 1 : I'm Missy

Somewhere between Fowl Manor and Dublin City.

So, I'm Missy or better yet Artemis, see ArteMIS… Missy…. Get it? Anyway… I was named by my Mam, Rosie O'Shea. See what a nice Irish name, how very unlike Artemis? And she was oh-so Irish. What with her auburn hair and lovely brown eyes and when she smiled everything was right with the world. I should add in something about ponies' right? To complete the picture?

Don't get me wrong I loved the woman to bits. She was my mother, the epitome of all that is good in the world but that's how she was. Smiling all the bloody time! Being a single parent in a city like Dublin and still smiling all the time, she was something alright. If naming your illegitimate child from a one-night-stand the same name as the guy you shared the one-night-stand with counts for anything?

Never mind the fact that she never told her daughter a thing about her father except for a name. But then I'm going off topic right?

So when I was fourteen and having the time of my life avoiding house call from the omnipresent social services, what does she do but go and get a cold, middle of July and everything… I told her not to go to work, take a day off, I said. But Nooo! The woman could not be stopped. She went to work, collapsed and ended up in hospital. She was in and out of hospital for the next few months and with her "oh it's just a cold Missy!" attitude it got worse and worse and worse.

After Christmas of my third year in secondary school, she was gone. She died on the 27 of December. The day after Boxing Day. Just collapsed right there in the kitchen mid-way through a lecture telling me to come out of my room once in a while. It was a regular occurrence, her collapsing like that, I was always panicked. Always thinking "It's the last time." For once I was right.

Sometimes I wondered whether she was actually hoping it would happen, I don't doubt she was tired of her life. She knew I was smart I could handle myself. Or maybe she didn't want it at all, maybe she really did want to grow old watching me grow up. In either case in the end it wasn't up to either of us.

I paid for the funeral expenses with the emergency cash. It was a small practical affair like she would want it, outside. Me, some neighbors, Jerry and a friend or two.

Jerry was her on-off boyfriend.

Then I was handed around those damned social services for a while, till I turned fifteen and completed the Junior Certificate.

June 16th, they handed me that letter and turned my already fragile but mending world upside down.

Suddenly I was no longer Missy O'Shea the oddity of a child, acting like a boy and spending all her time locked up in her room. Oh no. Suddenly I was Artemis… Artemis Fowl. Daughter of some rich geezer. How did that happen?

Seven days I spent mopping, seven days wondering what I did wrong in life? Why my own mother did this to me. Once the week was over I decided not be a total wimp and leave it up to my imagination, I wanted to know.

I got all my cash together, packed my back pack, and stuffed a few change of clothes into my duffel bag. I caught the first bus to the town nearest the address in Mam's letter.

And boy was it some address!

The place was Giant!! And all that security! If at that moment in time I wasn't already impervious to almost all things, I would have had the ba-jeepers scared outta me.

Well there it is. That's how I ended up standing in front of the Fowl Manor staring as the myself with the mismatched eyes.

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Lilly: Well there you have it…. No she is not a Mary-Sue… If that's what your thinking… because I despise Mary-Sue's….. She is if anything the villain… well sort of… all shall be made clear ( sort of) once I update…. Which shan't be for a while yet as I want to get the details right and it'll take a while to get a hold of the Artemis Fowl books….

Laurry: Me thinks that the next few chapter will mostly be in Missy's POV till we get a handle on the plot and focus on the AxHness…

Lilly: Untill next time… my dear confused readers…..

Laurry: Ja ne… review and let us know when to stop.