AN~  okay, i am going to do another song fic.  Like the last few times, i will be deleting/changing some of the lyrics because it wouldnt make sense.  And the song will be in the beginning again.  so  okay.  FYSBLAGIGBABR (fasten your seat belts ladies and Gentlemen its going to be a bumpy ride)   Troubadour, by George Strait.

I still feel 25,
most of the time.
I still raise a little cain with the boys. 
Saving the world and pretty woman.
Lord I’m still right there with them.
Singing above the crowd and the noise.

Sometimes I feel like Jesse James,
Still trying to make a name.
Knowing nothings gonna change what I am.
I was a young troubadour,
when I rode in on a adventure.
and I’ll be an old troubadour,
when I’m gone.

I was a young troubadour,
when I rode in on a Adventure.
and I’ll be an old troubadour,
when I’m gone.
I’ll be an old troubadour,
when I’m gone.

Artemis tried getting out of bed.  Just the other day, he felt young, but not today.  Today was his day.  He knew this day was going to come, but he didnt expect it to come so quickly.  He sighed.  What had he really done with his life.  He looked back on the past.  He did nothing to get remembered.  For god’s sake!  He kidnapped a fairy.  Sure, he saved two worlds from fighting, but that was an obligation.  No one was going to remember him. 

Artemis lifted himself off the bed.  It took a lot of work.  He looked in the mirror.  It didnt show all those adventures.  All it showed was an old man with mixed eye color.  It didn’t show how he changed.  It still showed sharp eyes.  That wasn’t what was it his insides.  He remembered when he used to go saving the world.  It was a challenge.  It was his life.  He loved raising cain.  That was before he turned good.  Well to be honest, he even enjoyed it after. 

Artemis realized something then.  He was going to die as he had lived.  Saving the world.  He was not going to give up.  He was young when he first saved it, and he was going to be old when he last saved it.  He got up, went to the computer, typed in some codes, and stopped the missle that was going to kill all the fairies.  It the distance, he heard the explosion of the bomb in mid air.  He sighed, now he was ready to go.  He layed back in bed, and welcomed death with his arms.

Some other stories by arty_and_holly_4ever:

• The People
• End of the world
• get a clue!
• Clue #2 Updated. 3 chapters! :P
• 6 year old sister's stories aka Abby's series