She’d just jumped out the window.
I jumped out the window. And I spread my wings. Flying was so different here. It was almost… unnatural. But you know, I guess I wouldn’t fly if…
I almost dropped out of the sky, the pain was so intense. Everything would be different. I’d be helping Artemis with his plans, teasing him about Holly, and have my own problems. His family wouldn’t be so depressed, keeping their losses from him… if I had lived.
Tears blurred my vision, and I had to slow down.
Eventually I landed; the rock was somewhere around here. The rock was where I heard some cash was being stored, for emergencies only.
Artemis left his room and wondered aimlessly around the house. Some thing wasn’t right. Yet he felt an odd sense of deja vu… something was definately not right.
“Artemis?” Artemis jumped, and turned around. It was Butler. Oh. Instead of stoping to talk to him, however, Artemis grumbled to himself and continued walking.
That was when Butler knew something was up. Artemis was smarter than that. He never acted like this. Well, not never. There was that time when the Complex struck–
The Complex. Something clicked in Butler’s mind.
Poor Butler. He didn’t know that Artemis- although he would never admit it- was scared. Had he waited a day of two, Artemis would have gone back to normal, more or less, and Butler would’ve known the truth. But at the time, it seemed serious, and Butler did what he was trained to: help Artemis. And he did this by calling up the one person he knew would help.
I soar over the Irish countryside, enjoying the veiw, my pockets stuffed with hundred-dollar bills. Suddenly I feel a sort of mental shock, and my heart beats a little faster.
The first event. No, it can’t be now. It’s not supossed to happen yet. Crud. Here we go. My wings beat faster, and I make a beeline for the manor, even though I know it’s too late.
Stupid phone. Why did she have it anyways? Those had been replaced thousands of years ago. So why was in so importaint?
Oh, yeah. So that the Fowls could call. But not Artemis, he had that ring thing. So… this was an emergency?
Holly grudgingly picked up the phone. She thought breifly about a grace full ‘Hello?’ but instead growled “Mllph?? This better be inportaint.”
Holly’s eyes widened. “Butler?”
“Nope! Gotya!” Oh. Beckett.
Holly hung up. This was not helping her mood.
Holly hung up. Butler stared at the phone, shocked. Okay, then. If Holly wouldn’t help… no, Holly would help. She had to. But rather then plan like he wold most days, he hesitated.
“I’ll call her back later.”
Butler turned around and walked away fron the phone. Now why did I do that? He closed his eyes and sighed. When he opened them, a hundred dollar bill floated down to his feet.
I barely opened the window before I come crashing into the kitchen. No, no. Not now.
I race to where Domovi is making the call. Time to work some magic.
“Butler?” Holly says.
“Nope!” I say. “Gotya!”
Whew. Close one.
As Domovi walks by, I throw some of my loot at his feet. Good boy.
Okay, so obviously what I’m doing isn’t working out so great. I close my eyes and breathe deeply. It helps Artemis, I noticed, like it helps me. Anyways. Is it something I’m doing? Things aren’t going according to plan… there has to be a reason. And actually, I think I know who to talk to. Maybe… hmm. Yep. I think I can do that.