It’s ME! I, Orion Fowl, have returned. Yes, after several months and very many non-updated fics, I’ve returned, with a good, ol’ fashioned AF fic!!! CHEESE AND CELERY BITS!!! Yes, as I’ve said very many times before: Insanity Never Dies!
This is gonna be big, Big, BIG.
So now, presenting an Orion Fowl & Co production…
Bleak Horizons: Part One: The Coming Dread
Prologue: Ashes of an Empire
There were ruins, ashes, as far as the eye could see. Rubble was strewn across the barren wasteland. Entire buildings lay, collapsed, across the street. The occasional gruesome arm, leg, or body part stuck out from underneath the rubble. Cars lay destroyed on the side of the road, steam rising from their burning engines. Amidst the ruins, a small, almost childlike figure shoved through the destroyed rubble.
LEPrecon Major Holly Short kicked aside a cracked piece of Mud-man masonry. Holly wore a striped LEPrecon battle suit, a heavily protected version of the LEP armor Holly used daily. Her eyes sifted from side to side, peering through the tinted visor. Above her, the hot, blazing noonday sun shined down on what had been Dublin, Ireland.
“ARTEMIS!!” Holly yelled again, her throat raw after hours of screaming.
A tear streaked down Holly’s face, landing on her visor.
This couldn’t be happening. It seemed…ethereal. It was as if she was watching a dream, someone else’s horrible, horrible dream. Someone else’s nightmare. Holly stumbled slightly, and her arm lunged out instinctively to stop her fall. Her bare hand landed on a rock slick with red liquid.
Blood. Her hand was on someone’s blood.
ONE WEEK EARLIER:
Chapter One: Don’t Spoil the Children
In the throng of people at the highly popular Three Clovers mall in Dublin, not much drew the eye. The wandering masses rushed to and fro, darting into shops and out of them faster than the eye could follow. But one strangely peculiar scene drew the eye.
A boy, about 16 or 17, sat at a small, round, porcelain coffee table. in his hands he held a drink. But that wasn’t strange. What was strange was that he was wearing a tuxedo. Any 16 year old wearing an Armani dress suit in Dublin, in the middle of the summer is very strange.
Artemis Fowl sipped tentatively at the ice-cold coke he held clutched in his hand. His face contorted horribly, and he forcibly swallowed.
“That’s right. Drink it all up, mudboy.”
Across the table from him was Holly, a cocky grin on her face. She was wearing a T-shirt and jeans. The T-shirt read “Fairies PWN u”.
Artemis glared at her, a scowl spreading across his face.
“Holly, this is ridiculous! I mean, this..soda…thing has far too much Corn Syrup in it. It’s sugar and water! There’s no nutritional value in this whatsoever!!”
“It’s not nutritional, it’s tasty.” Said a voice from nowhere.
“Foaly, no one asked for you to intrude!”
“Intrude? Well maybe you should have thought of that before letting me install a communication chip in your brain!” Came Foaly’s snarky retort.
“One that’s only supposed to be used on missions!”
“You are on a mission! Now stop guzzling Corn Syrup and keep an eye out for the smuggler.”
“Stop it! We have work to do.” Said Holly sharply
“Holly’s right. We’re here to bust the Sprite smuggling operation. If they get those weapons to the goblin triad, it means I don’t get to go to Rio next month, because I’ll be too busy keeping scaly d’arvits from overruning Haven.”
“How under Earth can a centaur go to Rio?”
There was a pause for a minute, then Foaly spoke.
Artemis smirked and coolly tossed the soda into a bright red trash can.
“Foaly, where are the goblins supposed to meet with the sprites?”
“Um..lemme..um…oh. Artemis, um…”
“Heh-heh. Someplace called…Victoria’s Secret.”
Artemis’ eyebrow rose slightly and a faint smile spread across his face. Holly caught it and scowled.
“Oh, hell no. You’re staying behind, you perverted mud-boy.”