-Bronwen, Present time-

My phone buzzing is not an unusual occurrence. I have an uncoded line, and my friends all know my number so I get messages quite often.

I save my contacts that are important so as if one of my friends finds my phone and reads the new message, it's probably not going to appear as

'New message from: ARTEMIS FUCKING FOWL'

Because I have a leaking suspicion that if my best friends found out I was communicating with a slightly psychotic criminal mastermind/billionaire, they would have more than a few questions.

Normally at 10:55, I would have preferred to be lying in bed in the house I secretly bought for when I was out on my ventures, but today I was not out on a venture, and was instead playing around on Fowl's laptop, because why buy my own when I had a criminal masterminds high tech laptop right here?

It took me a month to figure out the passcode, but oils on the skin sometimes wear down the keys you press often, and I had once seen him type it in briefly, so it was down the rabbit hole from there.

I pick up my phone, expecting the standard message from Ariel or Evangeline perhaps Excalibur if I was lucky, but that girl almost never had her phone.

What I was not expecting was the only +353 number I have saved in my contacts appearing on my phone.

'New message from: Adonis'

It seemed to chirp at me, laughing and an underlying feeling made me wonder if he had discovered his missing computer and was now going to report me to the police.

I open it with slightly fumbling fingers, expecting to find a passive-aggressive message about me taking his computer or something of that sort.

I wonder if the fates are laughing at me today because I believe this is the 4th time i've been shocked in the last 10 minutes as I stare at the message on the screen.

'I think we found him. Be at the manor in ten.'

I was just about sure that Artemis had died and was replaced by some sort of opposite doppelganger because the words I had read were nothing like the words that the Artemis I knew would say.

A message shortly followed, and I was quick to decide I didn't care if it was Artemis or not.

'Please.'

If this was the Artemis I knew, and he was genuinely asking for my help then he needed my help.

I grab the laptop I had been playing on and get into the email of the dean of the school I was 'Attending' and send an email to my mother stating that we would be on a trip to the Alps for a renewable energy conservation plan, and he and myself would be uncontactable for a while.

I went the extra measure to make sure her email was blocked so as if she were to email him, he would not receive an email about a student that didn't attend his school and a trip that didn't exist.

I dismaterialize the laptop and time is frozen. He said that he wanted me there in 10 minutes, and despite being in another country there was no problem with getting there, even if time wasn't frozen.

I grab a few sets of clothes from my closet and dismaterialize them. I have practically no information about this trip and It would be a good idea to have some clothes on me.

I grab my phone turn out the lights, and imagine myself in fowl manor. Seconds later I am on the ledge above the grand hall, perched in the same spot I was all those months ago.

Jumping down I run from room to room, trying to find one that Artemis lived in. Opening a door down the hall on the right side, I found an organized room that still had an air of messiness. Grabbing some of his clothes as well and dismaterializing them I search the room for anything else that might deem important and find a slightly worn-out photo of Artemis Fowl Sr. and a young boy in a suit standing side by side. Resisting the urge to laugh, I pocket the photo as a reference and run out of the house.

Letting time run its natural course again, I wait and sit on the side of the house. It had been around 7 minutes since Artemis sent those messages and she assumed that they would be arriving anytime soon.

A shimmer in the air caught my eye on top of a particular stone gargoyle she couldn't see too distinctly, and knew all too well what that meant.

The fairy had yet to notice the not-quite-mudman below her, and I couldn't be bothered to alert her to my presence. Stalking back into the shadows near where I first sat I watched as a Bentley Red Tag pulled into the road connecting to the manor, and as the fairy she had seen from above came down and waited until it parked to move.

I heard muffled voices from the car, and I watched as the tall African-American man called Butler stepped out of the car. He took a few steps and stopped.

Butler was undoubtedly a smart man. He had been trained young, similar to myself and so it was clear to me that Butler had been able to sense that a fairy was above him.

The fairy hadn't unshielded yet, but I could clearly see who it was now

"Sto diáolo, fysiká éprepe na eísai esý." I mumbled under my breath, hoping she was too focused on Butler to notice me.

She pulled out a gun. That was a real problem. If she shot, there would be no reviving butler. God's blood only worked on a person once, and unluckily for him, he had already had it used on him.

Butler pulled out the Sig Sauer too. Fowl Manor had most likely just undergone repairs and I doubt the old place was creaking for more holes in its side.

"Fairy." Butler started "I know you're there. Unshield or I start shooting."

Good man. She might fall for it, she might not but Butler had an unaccounted for advantage. Me.

Holly undid her helmet.

"Hello Butler." She said, trying out her options.

"Hello Captain, come down slowly and don't try any of your…" He trailed off and I frowned.

Butler was not a man to trail off and Holly was not a fairy to take advantage of a situation and that left me with the option and prediction I had left. She was using mesmer.

"Put your gun away" She said voice thick with mesmer, and it was about time for me to step in.

Butler's gun shook, and I gained a new respect for the man. I knew of two people who were not of the people that could resist the mesmer, and it was an extremely difficult task.

"Put it down butler, don't make me fry your brain"

A vein in Butler's eye twitched, and Holly frowned. She was most definitely not accustomed to having 'Mud-men' resist her mesmer.

"Don't fight me mud man, give in to it."

Beads of sweat rolled down his face, and it was no longer a good idea to keep watching.

Stepping out from the shadows, I drop down and sweep Holly's feet out from under her, and as she falls I grab the back of her suit and hold her up like a cat.

"Watch it fairy." I say, and watch from the corner of my eye as Butler relaxes and conducts what I presume to be a bomb search under the car.

"YOU!" Holly practically screamed into my ear, thrashing as to be let go, and I grab an earpiece from her ear, resisting the urge to knock her unconscious.

"Foaly. What are you doing sending recon agents back up to Fowl Manor. By the rules of your own book that gold is his."

I disliked centaurs. When I say disliked, I mean I had an absolute distaste for them, and couldn't stand to be near one. They were arrogant and foul and rude and- well really I didn't know what else they were, but they were still displeasing to me.

"Who am I speaking to, exactly? You don't have a file- on well anything." I hear foaly's voice chip in through the speaker.

"That's not important. What business do you have with the fowls?" I am not usually this blunt, but there was a very good chance that something could be happening at this moment to Artemis' father, so time was of the essence.

Captain Holly Short was still thrashing in my hand, trying to get free and failing miserably. I had the grip of a newborn child.

"Keep it short horse, my time is important and you are currently wasting it."

A new voice cut through the line, one I was not sure I recognized, but they must be of some importance to be able to cut into the line.

"Look mudman-"

"Not a mudman, but continue"

"Look GIRL- Artemis Fowl II is to be brought down to the Haven for interogattion as a suspect of trading with the B'wa Kell." The sprite finished and I decided in a hot second to screw with this guy

"No"

There was a long moment of silence and I could see Holly staring at me with her mouth wide open. Apparently I was not supposed to say no?

"Excuse me? There is no choice girl, you come with us the easy or the hard way"

"I dont feel like it."

It could have been my imagination but I could have sworn I heard that damned horse snicker under his breath.

"Unless…." I drew off with a breath

"There's something in it for us?"

Another long pause.

"Fine. Let Holly take the man-servant and the fowl boy to haven and you'll get something in return."

I paused. I knew full well they weren't going to give us anything but their phrasing was peculiar.

"No. You said it wrong, I knock out this fairy here, take Artemis and Butler to haven, then you compensate them. You understand?"

A scoff chortled through the line and Foaly piped in.

"We have a deal- wait just a damn second, how do you know-"

I cut him off by taking the earpiece out and crushing it with the sole of my Adidas.

I then turn to Butler, Nodding to him.

"Butler."

"Bronwen."

"I assume Artemis is in the car?"

"Correct- what was that conversation you had with the fairies? I assume Artemis has informed you of the situation at hand."

"To a certain extent. I believe we both have some explaining to do."

Holly Short looked back and forth between me and the manservant, most likely trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

Her green eyes landed on me and in an instant were filling with the power of the mesmer.

"Hello Bronwen. Put me down"

I stared back at her with dead intensity.

"Hello Holly. No thanks. Bye Holly."

With a swift hit to her neck and caterial artery, she was out. I wasn't sure how long that move would work on a fairy and I wasn't keen to find out.

Walking over to the car I opened the back door and place Holly short inside, climbing in myself to the backseat.

I pull a small container I found in the kitchen of caviar, and as Butler climbs in i toss it at the typing figure of Artemis Fowl.

He closed the computer and turn to face me right as the container went flying… and it hit him smack dab in the face.

Quickly clasping a hand over my mouth I wheezed as I tried to stop myself from laughing. I failed.

"Ah… Thank you." He said, picking up the thankfully still sealed container from his lap and reading it.

"I'm… so…. sorry" I said in between deep breaths of trying to breathe without dying from laughter.

"Holly short I presume?" He asks, and Butler hands him a pocket knife that conveniently had a spoon inside it.

"Correct. Butler, I will explain the parts of the conversation you missed however at the moment I will need you to drive to Tara.

He looked to Artemis for confirmation, and I looked at Artemis. His eyes flicked back and forth between me, Butler, and Short before finally nodding at Butler.

Massaging his temples he turned back to me.

"Bronwen, you are interrupting what could be a critical moment is preserving or losing my father's life. I pray that whatever you are doing is important enough to rival that fact."

I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. Adhd running around too fast, trying to figure out and analyze everything around me too quickly to actually be able to process it.

"I am unsure of what is happening in haven down to the exact details I managed to secure from Foaly and some other sprite is that you- are currently the main suspect in a high-ranking case in which-"

I was cut off, something I normally found rude and extremely annoying, yet when it was this boy it was manageable.

"A human has been trading with the underground haven't they?"

"Yes, essentially. I am unaware of the situation with your father, but I am aware if we ignore the fact that they want us down there- there will be no more Artemis Fowl, or Butler, or Bronwen to help your father."

Artemis looked on the verge of a mental breakdown.

"Butler, how long until we reach tara hill?"

"ETA says M2 will be the quickest route at around 35 minutes Artemis."

The boy I had grown to know little by little over the last year or so that was normally so inexpressive, monotone and apathetic could easily have broken like a fragile vase at a slip of the hand.

Decisions were never my strong suit. Most of the time, it felt like they surrounded me, pressuring me to choose and there was just about never enough time to decide. I was also a very irrational decision maker to top it all off, the decisions I usually make, pissing people off one way or another.

Then again, I almost always seemed to piss people off, no matter what I did.

In a split second I had made the decision to grab the multi-purpose tool Artemis had used to eat the caviar and was currently cleaning. Spinning it and closing the spoon tool, I pull out the knife.

Grabbing my sleeve and yanking it up, I use the knife to begin to draw a name in my arm.

"Wen!" Came the sound of Artemis' voice from the front seat as I hissed from the pain. He made multiple attempts to grab the tool from my grip, but despite this I kept writing. It wasn't a very long message but I knew it would get the message through.

Blood mixed with the gold iquid known best only as ichor dripped down the side of my arm, effectively covering the message I had etched into my skin.

"My apologies, but do you have some cloth I could use to clean this up?"

In that moment, I completely believe that I stared into the face of the Artemis fowl using the most emotion anyone had seen in his whole 16 years of life.A dumbfounded face stared back at my cool and complacent face.

At least I hope it was cool and complacent face, becuase despite being almost god, I still lived and felt the pain that any normal human did, and in that moment, I completely believed that I was feeling all the pain of someone who had just cut into their arm with a swiss knife.

Fumbling at his pockets- something that the Artemis I knew definitely didn't do, Artemis pulled out a spare handkerchief. It aroused some questions before I remebered that this is the same Artemis fowl that lives in a thousand-year-old mansion and wore a suit on a daily basis.

Taking the piece of cloth I wipe off the multicoloured blood from my arm to reveal the simple word written out in bold letters on my arm.

'Pysche'