This is my contest story. I am giving everybody a sneak preview so I can make changes, so please give feedback. This is also my first story, so please be nice. Praises are appreciated, but I really need criticisms the most. Happy Reading!!! 😀
Chapter 1: Fiction or Reality?
(this takes place after the Lost Colony)
For most people, Christmas was a time of cheer, presents, and family and Angeline Fowl was no exception. Mrs. Fowl could be seen spending hours making phone calls to various décor companies and Juliet was about to receive her fifteenth Kevlar suit from Butler (“You can’t ever be sure you’re truly safe from potential gunmen”). Myles and Beckett were in the Daughters of Mercy nursery and well taken care of.
Flashing lights adorned every nook and cranny of Fowl Manor. Singing elf ornaments were specially hammered to Artemis’s door, much to his displeasure, and the fact that they looked like Commander Root (only without the red complexion) didn’t help either.
Great. Just when he needed to concentrate on the task on hand, Juliet thinks it’s funny to attach those abominations to his study. Artemis shook off the dreadfully sung noel and proceeded with his fairy hacking.
Butler just interrupted Artemis to bring him a few sandwiches. When he glanced at the screen, he snorted.
“Artemis, do you realize they don’t exist?” Butler snickered. Artemis rolled his eyes.
“Yes… well, Butler. Humans thought fairies didn’t exist either, and look at all the gold that turned out just from one measly trip to Ho Chi Minh and a night of plotting. It’s worth a shot.” Artemis proceeded wearing out his fingers on the gel keyboard.
Butler stole a few furtive glimpses and strolled quickly out the door, fully aware that his young principal was in an irritated mood. Artemis ended the facade as soon as the room was void of all presences.
Artemis felt the tug of guilt again. He removed the book cover of a Webster dictionary and pulled out a picture of Holly, fresh and content from her daily Recon duties. He sighed. Sorry, Holly. I know you would never approve of my planned actions, but…
Artemis Fowl shook off the feeling and was himself again. He was a criminal mastermind, not some priest that should be concerned about what others thought of him and did what was “right”. His head turned to the uploaded files from Haven’s online confidential library. Hmmm… Interesting. These files should prove useful later.
What exactly was Artemis Fowl the Second seeking? Not gold this time, no, but to unearth another great mystery that had troubled mankind for centuries: the secret of San D. Klauss and the “Christmas elves”. He was fully prepared to face a calamity like the last time he had tried to exploit an unknown species. He could remember his mother reading those absurd stories to him when he was three, although by that time, he was already smart enough to know it was physically impossible for large, four-legged mammals to levitate and unfeasible for a fat man to fit all of the worlds children’s toys in one sleigh as well as delivering them in one night, flying.
The problem was that the Book did not provide much information about San. How troublesome. The LEP had quadrupled their security defenses since the last time Artemis took a hacking jaunt in their files and by the time Artemis went through the firewall, Christmas would be long gone by. No. He’d have to make do with his current sources. Luckilly, the library was open for the public, and Foaly was more concerned about his own LEP files and not some library’s. Artemis’s second stop was eBay. Artemis disliked eBay. Where else could scammers lurk and defective, used products be found? However, this run was necessary. He browsed around the site for an hour until-
“Perfect.” Artemis leaked out his evil grin.
Now that Artemis had uncovered the existence of fairies, however, he began to see them on another scale. He even spent a month nonstop on investigating alien sightings two weeks after the Fowl Manor siege.
Seeing that the last time Artemis attempted to kidnap Holly it worked quite well, he didn’t see the reason not to do something similar again, only with a different target. Artemis called Butler to fetch some hardware and the hunt began.
The presents were laid out on Christmas Eve with a pretty Christmas skirt underneath. Twenty stolen LEP cameras (courtesy of Mulch Diggums) with ion trails were aimed at the chimney and tree. Not even Mulch could disable all the LEP cameras and sneak off without being detected (okay, maybe yes with jaws like his and disregard for the fairy commandments combined with Mrs. Fowl’s highly chewable carpet).
Artemis knew that Father Christmas would come. He knew the Christmas legend of course, and now if San D. Klauss was real, so were the stories that had connected them. Artemis had been a criminal mastermind for as long as he could remember, but after his involvement in the B’wa Kell revolution, Opal Koboi’s second takeover attempt, and the Hybras thing, old Klauss was sure to pay him a visit. Artemis didn’t have to wait too long. He had personally monitored the security system and made a few adjustments so the LEP equipment would adapt to his computer. Although Artemis didn’t know it (surprisingly), his latest changes to his PC had also weakened his security. Some files were weakened intentionally and unintentionally. Foaly and the LEP had gotten wind that Artemis Fowl the Second was about to plan something big.