Here goes nothin’!
Artemis was screaming and screaming. Making as much noise as possible seemed to only way to let out his joy. He felt he’d burst if the world didn’t hear how amazing this was, there were no words to describe how he felt, he just yelled like he never had before. Wind rushed through his hair and dust motes in the air stung his eyes, but he kept them wide open. He wasn’t going to miss a thing.
“Isn’t this wonderful?” Gabrielle yelled over the sound of the wind.
Artemis’s smile had never reached his eyes as it was now since he’d been a toddler, and being lifted up be Butler had been his rush. Being so high up had made his feel so… Powerful, now he felt as high as the clouds, though really he was only a couple of hundred feet up.
“It’s freaking amazing! It’s amazing!” Artemis resorted to using such words before he could come up with a more academic to say. His pale, ghostly feathers stood up proud against the wind on his fourteen foot wingspan. Flecks of black and duck-egg blue seemed to leave streaks across the perfect sky. Perfect. This was the most perfect day. Today he wasn’t a freak, today he wasn’t being laughed at, prodded or poked. Today, he wasn’t being stroked or cooed over as if he were a children’s toy. No one was laughing at those yellow, useless baby wings. He’d grown into himself now.
“Mind, don’t you try anything fancy-pants. Leave the back flips and the spirals to people who know what they’re doing. I’ve had some dead cocky people who for some reason think they can loop-the-loop before they even learn their homing skills.”
Artemis was so astounded, he forgot to stay horizontal and began to plummet to the ground and had a small panic attack before he caught himself. It occurred to him that maybe they should go a little higher to stop him from ending up as a criminal mastermind pancake.
“We’re not going any higher, if that’s what you’re thinking. You need to get used to high altitude first, I don’t want you passing out on me.”
“I have homing skills?” Artemis exclaimed, not really hearing the last snippet of information Gabrielle had given him.
“Sure, how else are you supposed to get around? You won’t usually be this low, and I tell you, until you learn the stars, it’s really all the same up there.”
Artemis would, before now, have found this information just something else that proved him a freak, but now, it just seemed like another one of natures little miracles. How many more built in gadgets did he have?
But for what purpose? He still had no idea what his purpose in life was. Okay, so he had homing skills, and he was flying, but where did that leave him?
Wind tugged at his muscles he’d never used before, and his shoulder blades were starting to ache, but it really wasn’t bothering him that much.
“What am I supposed to do with myself now?”
Gabrielle took her eyes of something that seemed interesting to her far ahead in the blue and white of sky and wispy clouds to look into Artemis’ keen, deep blue eyes. There was excitement in there, and a whole life full of potential and hope, but he also has a hint of fear. At the moment, his face said he was lost.
Gabrielle laughed delightedly, stretching her wingspan as wide as it’d go. Blondie, water-proof feathers covered her proud wingspan and she laughed and laughed.
“Now, Art? Now, we just have to save the world!”
I’ve been working on odd chapters for this, but I think I can do better than my original layout, so I’m writing it from here.
Now… Cloud Nine… Artemis Fowl and the Ninth Cloud, for you people who’ve never come across it, is going to be halted for a bit. I need some inspiration. I think I burned myself out doing all those super quick updates at the beginning. I am not STOPPING just postponing, for as long as it takes to write this, which is just a little uplifting, swan of a story that won’t take me more than a year if I stick to it.
The thing is, doing only one story makes me bored, and I start to resent it, but doing more than two makes me go into a little overdrive. I know you’re thinking, but you stopped Alexander! You are only writing Cloud9! I’m not! I’m writing my novel, I’m doing homework, I’m working hard on Alexander’s re-write, and I’m writing a little quirky non fan fiction story of my Dad’s supposed ‘secret life’ in Germany. (If your curiosity is saying WTH? PM me and I will explain.) And I’m doing things like this, little mini plot bunnies that have my imagination whirring.
Just a final two notes for you people who skip these things.
Arty’s not a sprite.
Second is READ THE BOOK ‘SKELLIG’ BY DAVID ALMOND! IT IS THE MOST AMAZING, BEAUTIFUL, WONDERFUL 200-ODD PAGE ANGEL IN PAPER! IF YOU LIKE THIS, YOU’LL LIKE SKELLIG. It inspired me to write this.
This is not a crossover. But I thieved some ideas from James Patterson and David Almond, I’ll admit.
Yaaaay! It worked! Woot!