Disclaimer: I do not own Artemis Fowl, Percy Jackson, nor the Long Island MacArthur Airport (Which is, in fact, real).
The day was beautiful, and it would have been a perfect day to take a stroll in the garden. To everyone except Artemis Fowl II, that is. He was in his study, on his computer."Butler!" He called, staring at the letter on his desk that Butler had dropped off half an hour earlier. Minutes later, a large Eurasian man came through the door to Artemis's study. "Yes, Artemis? Is something wrong?" Asked the butler named, err, Butler. The teenager turned to him, letter in hand. He had an eerie, almost vampire-esque smile adorning his face. "Get the jet ready. We're off to North America."
"So, this camp you mentioned, it's real?" Asked Butler as he spoke to Artemis on the jet. The adolescent genius nodded. "Your proof is. . ." "Artemis typed away on his phone and showed Butler a picture. It was of a youth with sea-green eyes and black hair. "Perseus Jackson, the demigod son of Poseidon. He's also absolutely horrid at chess, but that is beside the point." Butler stared at the picture on the phone, until he voiced the thought that had been bothering him for a bit. "How did you know they existed?" "The way I knew the fairies existed," Replied the heterochromatic youth as he click-clacked away on his laptop, doing who-knows-what. Soon, they landed at the Long Island Macarthur Airport. The letter said to go to the Delphi's Strawberry Service, so Butler drove them to the location in his Rolls-Royce- Artemis Fowl Senior said to leave the Fowl Bentley at home.
On the way there, something heavy hit the roof. Artemis looked to the top of the car curiously when a clawed hand came through the car and grabbed Artemis by the shoulder. The boy couldn't help but hold back a scream as the claws dug into his skin, crimson painting his suit. A hole was made in the car, the hand pulling Artemis through it. The car skidded to a stop as Butler got out. Artemis saw that the claw belonged to some sort of winged, vaguely female creature with a- Donkey leg? Artemis blinked, but it was, in fact, a donkey leg, with the other being bronze. An Empousa, thought Artemis. "Godling, you are a hard one to catch," the creature said, "You shall be a rewarding treat. He said that I could not eat you, though he said nothing about harming." A wicked thing reminiscent of a smile appeared on its face. Artemis noticed that it had put stress on the first 'he', so this man was important. He also wanted Artemis captured alive, which didn't suit the young genius well. Butler tried to shoot the Empousa, but Artemis knew it wouldn't work. The bullets bounced harmlessly off the Empousa, causing it to snarl at him. It looked down at Artemis and then slammed his head on the car. "I'll deal with you later," it said. Artemis saw black at the edge of his vision as he watched Butler deliver a roundhouse kick to the Empousa. He then heard shouting and a familiar voice say, "Hey, it's Vampire Boy!" before he blacked out.