I'm really sorry about being so LATE with this chapter. I've been doing revision, so I've been writing less, but I won't lie, and say that I've committed myself to it, cos I've got loads of new art on DevART, but it has slowed down my writing. The main thing, is that I have a lot of story ideas that HAVE SET ENDINGS which ATG hasn't had until very recently, and I wanna write them, but I am telling myself, that I am not allowed to until I finish this part of ATG so here it is! And I'm trying to make it the proper length that I like to deliver chapters at, which is nine pages.

Also, I really apologise if Minerva is a bit… weird… I'm finalising part one, and she acts a little differently, and since that is longer than this, I've spent more time on it, and used to that Minerva more. Also, if I mention things that were never in this story PLEASE point them out! And I'm sorry in advance! Was Sylvian even IN this version! I can't remember! Well he fricken IS NOW cos I have no ending if he isn't!

Chapter Nine

Heart, Soul, Body and Mind

The case had been settled long ago, that cloning of this advanced nature was wrong. These weren't copies of shells, they were copies of people, who had the ability to think, but though it was forbidden to do this kind of research anymore, and it had been illegal for over a year, there was still the question of what to do with the products of all those months of testing between the discovery and the ban. Fifty soulless beings who little knew existed, living in labs, every day the same, on some poor unknowing human's DNA.

And that wasn't the worst of it.

It wasn't normal to just have samples of human's DNA floating around underground, the few families that had secretly had samples taken from their children at birth were all put through this for the same reason. There was the chance of magical potential.

One of these families was the Fowls.

Domovoi Lewis Fowl, at three hours old, lying sweetly sleeping at his exhausted mother's bedside, had suddenly jerked awake screaming, for no apparent reason, little did his parents know that a well shielded fairy, with the latest stealth technology, had just taken a blood sample from his little mottled arm.

Samantha Alison Fowl had gone through a similar experience, letting out an indignant cry in her sleep. As had Alexander Artemis…

And Sylvian Jonathan Fowl.

They were tested, and three came out negative, and one posistive. But they had been soft hearted with Alexander, giving him only one change. If he did magic, he was going underground.

And this was all agreed, and abided by. And then an advance into the study of humanity began.

Sylvian Jonathan Fowl died.

And underground, was the possibility to find out if the soul could be recreated. They could grow a Sylvian Fowl and see if it was possible re-create that person's way of thinking, intelligence and personality, as well as their shell, or to see if cloning was to be forever the heart and body, but never the soul or the mind.

And they succeeded. Sylvian Jonathan Fowl lived and breathed again, underground. He thought and listened. He existed.

But never did he speak.

Fowl did as he was told. And without an order, he would just stand. It seemed he did not know boredom, or stress. He existed, and that was it.

"Hmmm. Him, there, what's he like?"

Melissa raised her eyebrow. "Domovoi?"

Hannah nodded. Why did everyone react the same way, never shocked. What was this kid, a man whore or something?

"Why is nobody, like 'Oh my God! You fancy Domovoi Fowl! Start a frickin' rumour!'"

Melissa shrugged. "Most of the girls have a good drool over Dom. It's very unoriginal as a choice, to he honest. But the thing is, he's never got a million girls chatting his ear off because he's so dense. Like his father, apparently."

Hannah rolled her eyes. So she'd heard. According to pretty much everybody, Domovoi Fowl couldn't see love if it was waltzing naked in his line of vision. What a dumb ass.

"But he's not stupid," she protested. "He's in the same class as me for science, maths, English and French. And I'm in top."

Melissa shrugged. "I don't mean stupid, I mean lacking common sense. If you want someone who's intelligent, go talk to his sister."

"I hadn't heard he had a big sister."

Melissa smirked. "Oh no, she's his little sister."

Hannah made a non-commital sound. She wasn't really that interested in anyone's little sister.

"I'm going to talk to him."

Mellissa snorted. "Really? He is embarrassingly dense. Carrie and I aren't making it up you know."

"Oh I believe you, but I don't see why I shouldn't even speak to the guy."

Her friend seemed a little shocked. "Aren't you in the least bit shy?"

Hannah shrugged, walking off. "Well the worst he can do is say no,"

She strode up to an unsuspecting Domovoi, who was sitting surrounded by a bunch of boys in his year. His maths homework book was out in front of him and he was clicking away on a calculator. Hannah got a glimpse of the questions. She'd handed those in last week.

"Hay, you, Domovoi Fowl!"

The boy looked up, squinting in the harsh sunlight and hurridly trying to hide what he was doing until he realised she wasn't a teacher.

"What's the matter?"

Hannah smirked at him and Domovoi didn't like the way it made him want to run home and hide in his father's arms.

"I'm pretty sure they were non-calculator questions, kid."

This was Hannah's kill line. If they were a jerk, they'd start as fight, if they were a gentleman, they'd blush, and if they were a complete wally, they'd just jibber.

"Busted!" said some curly haired kid she was pretty sure was called Cameron.

"Aaah…" Domovoi's face went steadily redder until it looked like he might explode, before he began to mutter about 'stuff happening' and 'not having time' and 'little brother' and that his 'dad was gonna kill him.'

Hannah rolled her eyes.

"Oh great, you've passed the idiot test, moron. You're quite cute though. I think you should go out with me."

Domovoi's confusion was obvious. He sat back and listened to this whole crap about people 'going out' and thought that it was quite frankly ludicrous. I mean they were 11 ands 12 for goodness sake. You couldn't love someone at 11 or 12, right? Or was he just weird? Though sure, some girls were pretty, but he'd never really hugged one, besides the tom-boy-ish ones who hung around with the lads and sometimes rugby-tackled him for a joke, and hadn't ever kissed one… Besides his mother and his sister. And he would try not to dwell on that in public.

"I don't fancy people." He said blankly.

"Yes, I've heard."

"Well it's true. I mean you're alright and everything, but I've never even had a lengthy conversation with you, I can't remember your surname and having to pretend I even have the maturity to be in a relationship is not on the top of my list of things to do. If it's any consolation, though, you are quite pretty and you don't wear make up, which is nice."

Domovoi went back to his homework, but Hannah could tell he was waiting for her to say something. He kept typing multiplying a radius again and again until the number was too long to be displayed on the screen. He had her stumped.

At last, her face broke into a huge grin.

"I know all the answers to those. Why don't we be friends instead?

Alexander had never been good at coping with loneliness. He'd suffered from separation anxiety pretty much all of his life, and this teasing certainly wasn't helping.

What was going on? He was barely more than a baby, and his mind was too slow to analyse the information given. Away form home. No mummy, no daddy, no contact besides that one video call, lots of tiny adults and that boy who made him curious.

But he was just two. Two years old. He didn't understand. He just knew he was scared, and alone, and he needed a hug, or a familiar face.

Alexander found himself struggling with reality for some time. About three weeks, doing the same thing, day in day out, and his previous life became like a dream he'd dwell on and like a dream it slipped through his short memory and he started to forget what made him who he was.

Artemis, Minerva and Samantha sat in the kitchen, papers strewn across the farmhouse table, the sun steadily making it's way across the sky.

"We need to find out who's keeping him," muttered Artemis, running his finger down the list of names who worked at the clinic. "It's not the workers, we need who's running the place! And a list of other patients. We need to know a common deciding factor on why he might be there."

"Call Foaly again," said Minerva, who was getting quite frustrated that three geniuses couldn't rescue a two year old. It was pathetic.

Samantha stretched, he back clicked like an old woman's. She then proceeded to crack her knuckles and then her toes. Just to annoy Artemis.

"You need to know the politics, you can't just jump in," she said vaguely, as she got up and proceeded to start making hot chocolate.

"The politics?" Artemis wondered.

"The politics…"

That was it.

The clinic was doing the studies. This wasn't really up to them. Here was Artemis, assuming that he could make a complaint of breach of human rights onto the place that he knew nothing about. But if he could find out, not who ran the place, but who was deciding who went there, and were in charge of human/fairy affairs, maybe something could be done.

Something could be done…

He called up Foaly.

Okay, so it's exactly six pages… not quite as long as I had hoped, but I thought that was a good place to stop, because that means I can start the whole political thing in the next chapter, and there will be a lot of new characters and so *sigh* it will probably take me ages. Oh jeez

Not much happened here. Filler I know. Hannah is important in part… 4. So bare with her for now please. She'll just be there in the background until then.

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