Chapter 3

Fowl Manor, Ireland

“Remind me why I agreed to this.” Sighed a very annoyed Artemis Fowl.

“To show us all that you have become a new, kind, charitable person. Who takes pity on the poor, unfortunate souls who lost there homes in such a terrible accident. Oh yeah and who wants to share his wealth with those less fortunate than himself.” Finished Holly with a flourish of her arms and a cocky smile.

“It was you who put us down for five evacuees, thats the same thing that was written in the e-mail!” Declared a very very annoyed Artemis Fowl. “I knew it was you!”

Holly just giggled and sank into a seat as Beckett and Myles bust into the room hitting each other over the head with sponge swords.

Artemis chuckled at his younger siblings futile acts as they battled for treasure that existed only in their imagination. Despite his promise to Holly when they had parted after returning from Hybras he had in fact decided to tell his parents the truth. Artemis didn’t think they believed him but at least they no longer believed the fairy people to be a symptom of Butler’s guilt ridden imagination. Holly had been unsure as to whether telling his parents was the right thing to do, but her faith in Artemis soon over rode her doubts.

The door bell rang interrupting his train of thoughts.

“Its them, they’re here!” Crowed Myles excitedly.

“Race you to the door!” Yelled Beckett and took off without waiting for a reply with Myles hot on his heels.

Artemis sighed “Well here goes nothing.”

By the time Artemis, Holly and Butler reached the front door it had already been thrown open and Artemis Fowl senior was talking to the lady in charge of evacuations. Myles and Beckett had lost interest in the new arrives and had gone back to hitting each other over the head with their swords.

Artemis strolled over to his father to join his conversation but Holly grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the door and over to where his mother, Angeline Fowl, was trying her hardest to engage the new arrivals in conversation.

Artemis stopped and studied each of them, watching their body language. His mother was making little, if any head way with them. This was because she had automatically assumed that the oldest in the group was the head in the group and so was trying to talk to her. Artemis could tell that they obviously knew each other well as they were standing in such close proximity to each other. In total there were four girls and a boy. The boy was the youngest, around eight or nine Artemis guessed. He was dressed in a football shirt and tracksuit bottoms and his brown hair was spiked up with far to much gel. Riccardo, his name was. But despite his casual appearance he looked scared and rather pale. Obviously he wasn’t the leader of this group.

Next to him was a girl of around sixteen. Briony. Her long chocolate brown hair and loose and her clothes were slightly Gothic, her face was blank and expressionless except for and slight shine in her eyes that made Artemis think that she was very close to tears. Again not the leader.

The next girl along was a bit younger, fourteen perhaps, Ali, Briony’s sister. She had mousy blond hair and and a natural tint to her cheeks, yet she didn’t have that commanding air about her. Moving on.

Artemis knew the second he saw her that this next girl was the one he had been looking for. Hestia. She had auburn hair that didn’t quite reach her shoulders and a fringe that had been aloud to grow and now almost reached her nose. Between the wisps of hair he could see sapphire blue eyes darting around, taking in her surrounding. She had black skinny jeans on and a red vest top. The top was mostly hidden by her denim waist coat and about ten necklaces of all shapes, sizes and lengths and two or three belts. She wore hundreds of bangles and bracelets on each arm so that they nearly came up to her elbows. Anyone with enough guts to turn up to a strangers house dressed this strangely was obviously very sure in themselves.

Artemis walked up to his mother and listened to his mothers conversation with the oldest girl who was listening with an expression of shock. This was Emily. She had hair the same colour as Briony’s but perhaps a little lighter and was cut a lot shorter. She had fairly sensible out fit exept her skirt was a little short for his liking.

Hestia had stopped searching the grounds and was listening to Angeline Fowl. She looked vaguely amused but mostly bored.

Artemis extended a hand towards her. “ Good day, my name is Artemis Fowl II. Welcome to Fowl Manor.”

Hestia blinked and looked Artemis up and down. Artemis knew that the others were all watching him but he didn’t break eye contact with her.

After what seemed like a life time but was probably actually only a few seconds she raised she right hand and shook his. There was a slight clink as the fairy communicator that he wore as a ring connected with a large black ring that adorned her middle finger. Something about the way that she carried her self made Artemis think that she didn’t wear it for decorative purposes.

“Nice to meet you Artemis. I’m Hestia Jones.” She gestured to each person as she introduced them. “My brother Riccardo Jones and my friends; Emily, Briony and Ali Johnson.”

Then she turned to Holly and said quietly so that Artemis couldn’t hear. “It’s good to see you again Holly, how are you?”

Author’s Notes:

♥Sorry its been so long updating. ♥

Some other stories by Kcool:

• Update to AF and the goddess of fire
• Updated: Artemis Fowl and The Goddess of Fire