Artemis Fowl and the Necromancer Chapter 1, an artemis fowl fanfic

A/N: To anyone coming into this story from its prequel, welcome back and sorry for the wait! For anyone starting here, I recommend you read my previous story, The Next Adventure, as this builds off of it.

And without further ado, Artemis Fowl and the Necromancer.

-Two weeks after the battle of Haven's outskirts-

In an abandoned tunnel, sparks began to snap into existence, as if from nowhere. As they intensified, shockwaves began to shake loose the caked on patches of dust and soot lodged on every surface.

Suddenly, a red vortex opened, depositing a lone elf, with a strange harness attached to his chest. As he fell to his knees, the harness collapsed off, parts of it practically decomposed, as if it had sat dormant for centuries.

The elf looked around, mouth agape. He had been about to speak when he noticed his surroundings. Standing, he ran to the nearby blast door, which hung open, untouched for years. Outside it was a shuttle terminal, just as he'd left it. The elf charged through the terminal and out into the outskirts of Haven. Looking up at the gleaming buildings and the holographic midday sky, he pulled out his communicator, staring for a few more seconds before he gathered enough concentration to use it.

"This is Commander Julius Root, repeat Commander Julius Root. Foaly you have ten seconds to explain what in Frond's name is going on and why you abandoned an active mission with all hands without telling or taking your C.O."

Before he could start counting down, a figure stepped from the shadows and hit him with a burst of light from his hand. Approaching the now-unconscious commander, the figure spoke.

"Welcome back commander, it's been a long time."

-Police Plaza, several minutes later-

Artemis and Holly rushed the ops booth, the latter beating on the door until it opened. Once inside, she stopped, confused at what she saw.

Foaly was not tinkering. He was not typing furiously on his computer, coordinating the lockdown, he wasn't even at his computer. He sat in the middle of the room, staring at his monitor, with a look of shock on his face.

"Foaly! Hello? Lockdown? What's going on?" She said, waving her hand in front of his face. Foaly didn't respond, just pointed at his computer. Artemis walked briskly over to it and began scanning through the records.

"According to this, there was a massive explosion in one of the old tunnels around Haven, this one housed a terminal before the area was abandoned." Artemis continued to speak as he scrolled through the last several minutes of telemetry. "The energy reading is strange though, it doesn't match the explosion, it's too much power."

At this point, Foaly let out a noise between a laugh and a whimper, but made no other sounds. Holly was about to slap him before a sound came in over the speakers.

Holly whipped around, staring open-mouthed at the computer. "What?!" She cried, running to the terminal, "How is that . . ."

Before she could finish, Artemis explained. "It's a recording . . . but not from the mission all those years ago." He played it again, showing the time stamp on the transmission indicated it was only a few minutes old. "This is impossible."

Finally, Foaly spoke. "It happened though. Even came in on the encrypted frequency used by the MK I shimmer suits." He stood up, walking over to the computer and pushing Artemis aside. "Voice recognition confirms the identification of the . . . caller. I even pulled up his old suit profile, it's active again, strong vitals and everything."

There was a scrambling behind them as, for the second time in a month, Holly Short grabbed a set of wings and stormed out of the ops booth.