by Alicia (aisumitsukai at home.com)
1/26/02; Revised 2/16/03
Chapter Two: Aboveground
The much-discussed Artemis Fowl sat lost in thought. For the
eighteenth time that day, he ran his fingers through his hair.
For once in his life, he was completely confused. He didn't know
what to do. He rolled Holly and his conversation over in his
"I'm half-human. My father was a mud person; he also died two
hundred and eighty years ago. My mother's family had, long, long
ago, been poisoned by a different mud-blood. He found my great-
great-great-great-great-you get the picture-grand mother by
accident. He was a scientist, and had been trying to make an army
of perfect humans to fight the Egyptians (long story). He fed my
Grandmother his 'poison' and from then on, it's been passed down
through the generations. The only drawback to this formula is it
cuts back on the fairyís life span. We were just a bit stronger,
just a bit quicker and died just a bit early. Eventually though,
our bodies adapted and I'll probably live the normal lifespan."
"What does this have to do with me?"
"As I said before, you sold LEP information to the Goblins!
Theyíre all over the surface! And donít pretend you donít know
what that means. We need to get them under control before a war
"I'm not an only child. My mother gave birth to another daughter
three minutes after me. Her name was Elizabeth, we called her
Beth. Unfortunately, she took after my father. She was much too
large, with white skin. If anyone found out about this, my mother
would have been in a serious trouble. She froze Beth in a chemical
designed by Foaly. It kept Beth alive, but unconscious. Mother
and Foaly stole her away to what was, at the time, just plain
ĎLondoní, where they left her in the Underground. They couldn't
really leave a hunk of ice with a two-year-old girl in it on
someone's doorstep. Mother died three months later. This all
happened the same year my father died.
"If we could find her...Foaly kept tabs on her up until a year
or so ago. She's an Inspector for New Scotland Yard. That's relatively high on the
food chain. Sheíd have information and most likely the means to
round up the Goblins. Foaly and I, however, can't simply walk
into to New London and get her. We'd be terribly obvious and
Foaly needs to stay in the Haven because he runs whatís left of
the computer network. So, Artemis, you started this. Do you
really want the world to be thrown into war?"
Artemis sighed. "Why donít you just put up a time-stop?"
'Um, well, letís see, shall we? Those passwords you sold blocked
our power supply as well as downed our computer system." Holly
glared. "Just like you knew they would. Anyways, the point here
is we need a human help to find my sister. You donít have the
connections, and, even if you do, in truth, I really donít trust
you. Not anymore."
"And so you expect me to help?"
The Leprechaun was right. Even if he hadnít started this mess,
he owed Holly for his father. Though the faeryís lack of trust in
him was rather disappointing. Besides, he didn't want World War
The darker side of his mind spoke up. Why should he care if
there was another world war? It would be good for business. Again,
Holly's furious eyes flashed before him. He sighed. He'd never
liked war, never seen the point in the mass murder of innocents.
Pushing out all other thoughts out of his head, Artemis made up
his mind. Opening his laptop, he sent an e-mail to Foaly:
Fowl Manor, Ireland
I've bought two tickets to New London. Please (he'd debated
over that word) tell Holly to meet me at Fowl Manor tomorrow at
seven p.m. Send me a description of Beth; I'll look her up.
After sending it, he went and bought those two tickets.
At six oíclock in the evening of the next day, Foaly showed the
e-mail to Holly. The first thing that entered his mind was: So the kidís
showing his true colours, eh?
"Your gear's in the closet on left, by the TV screen. I'll go get
an iris cam." Foaly was as happy as Holly and doing just as badly at hiding it.
They met as planned. Artemis handed Holly a ticket silently.
"I'm glad you've come to your senses, Master Fowl."
"War leaves people poor and unable to invest. It lowers the
economy and therefore my trade," Artemis replied stiffly.
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