Fowl Manor,
Dublin,
Ireland,
Present day.
Artemis had decided that being a big brother was not for him.
About a month ago, Artemis and Holy returned from Hrybras, dragging a island full of demons with them. When he had reached Butler, Artemis had been informed of having to little brothers. Little did he know just how fun they were going to be.
They were smart, Artemis had to give them that, but they were a pain in the butt.
Now, as Artemis sat in his back garden with his mother, father, two little brothers and bodyguard, he wished more than even that the world would need to be saved again, just to serve as an excuse to get him out of sitting with his family. He remembered when, not an hour ago, Holly had called for help on a PI case. Her, Mulch and Doodah would be going on a mission at midnight, tonight.
Artemis sighed. At least there would have been a bi of comedy if he was there with them.
A ball hit Artemis on the face, bringing him out of his thoughts.
"Jonathon! Finian!" he barked. He was getting really good at the whole big brother thing.
"Sorry Artemis," Finian said, "It was Jonathon's fault!"
"It was not!" Jonathon pouted, "Finian kicked it!"
Artemis winced at the thought of having to spend a whole week with his siblings.
"Artemis," Butler called from the back door. He had gone to answer the phone. "Minerva's plane just landed. She'll be here soon."
Minerva had kindly volunteered to stay the week with Artemis and Butler to help look after the twins. His mother and father were going to Spain for their third honeymoon.
"Thank you Butler," Artemis said, handing the ball back to his brothers.
They ran off and started to plat football again.
Maybe if I say I have homework…
The ball hit him again, not only knocking him out of his thoughts but out of his chair as well.
Now, as Artemis lay on the grass, making the odd facial twitch, he prayed that the world would need saving again.
He should be careful for what he wishes for.