A/N This story takes place after TLG. Artemis is older and has a son, Artemis Fowl the third, who is just like his father when he was young in many ways. Like his dad, he is a genius, and also greedy and ambitious. (The mother is not a person from the series). His mother died in a car accident when he was a baby, and it has been only him and his father ever since. But maybe Artemis Fowl the third is a little bit too much like his father….
P.S. Artemis might be a little OOC, but in this story he is older and has a son, so he is expected to be a little different. Oh, and this is my first story on here, so if you don’t like it don’t kill me!
Artemis Fowl the third P.O.V.
I was sitting in my computer chair in my study, staring at my computer screen, bored. My father, Artemis Fowl the second, was at the store buying groceries, and so I was left home alone with my bodyguard, Butler, who right now was down in the kitchen trying to find something for lunch, but not succeeding. There was practically nothing in the manor to eat right now, which is why father was at the store.
I sat and stared at my computer screen for a few more minutes, trying to think of something to do. I thought I was going to go crazy with boredom. Then I got an idea.
Why don’t I go to father’s study and see if I can find any new books that I haven’t read, I thought. You never know, maybe I’ll get lucky.
So I got up and walked down the hall to father’s study, easily surpassing the locks and codes my father had on the door. Like my father, I was also a genius, and at twelve years old had an IQ almost the same as my father’s had been at my age. After watching him unlock the door a few times, I had the codes memorized and could come and go without notice.
I walked in and started looking around on all the shelves, hoping to see something new, but coming up with nothing. I was about to give up and leave when I saw one, laying on father’s desk, next to his computer. It was flipped up to save a page. I picked it up and looked at it. It had a worn leather cover, and was written in a language I didn’t recognize.
I studied the lines, trying to find something that would spark a similarity and allow me to recognize the mysterious language, but I still couldn’t figure it out. I grew frustrated, and eventually decided I would have take the book with me for a closer study, but realized I would have to find a way to replace the book so nobody would realize it was gone. I made copies of all the pages in the book from dad’s copy machine in the corner of the room, then gathered all the paper copies in order and folded them and put them in my pocket.I had just turned around from putting the book back on the desk (on what I thought was the right page), when the door opened and dad came in.
“Artemis,” he said, surprised. “What, exactly, are you doing in my study?”
“Nothing,” I said quickly. “I was just looking for a new book to read. I didn’t see any, and I was just about to leave when you came in.”
“Sorry son, nothing new today,” he said. “Though I’m actually glad I ran into you, saves me some searching time. I was just about to come looking for you. Lunch is almost ready, so I figured I’d come find you so it wouldn’t have time to get cold.”
“Okay, I’ll meet you downstairs in a minute,” I said. I walked out of the study and back to my room. I hid the papers, and rushed down the stairs so I wasn’t late for lunch.
My father and Butler were already seated at the table when I got there. My plate was already sitting there, waiting for me. I sat down, and tried not to eat to fast as so not to raise suspicions, but dad still noticed.
“In a hurry, are we?” he asked.
Uh-oh. My mind raced as I tried to find a good excuse. “Actually,” I said, “I was trying to eat fast so I could be done, because I’m feeling a little sick, and I was hoping to be able to lay down for a bit before dinner.” It was perfect, a logical excuse, so it wouldn’t raise suspicions, and it would buy me plenty of time to start deciphering that book.
Dad got a concerned look on his face, and he leaned over to feel my forehead. “You do feel a little warm,” he said. “If you want to go lay down, you can be excused. I’ll come up in a little while and check on you.”
I nodded and stood up. I went and cleared my plate, then started up the stairs towards my room. I felt a little guilty for lying to him, but the words had already come out of my mouth, I didn’t see the sense in taking them back now.
I went and sat down at my desk, firing up my computer. I scanned the documents so they copied onto my computer, then started searching. I don’t know how long I sat there, trying language, after language, after language, with no success. I never came anywhere near close until I picked up the pages and, after studying them again for a few more minutes up close, thought, That sure looks like one of those weird symbols that the Egyptians wrote with we talked about in class. What were they called? Hieroglyphics.
And then it clicked.
The symbols were hieroglyphics!
I ran a scan, and got tons of hits. I had to change a few things here and there to make it work, but after a few minutes of tampering, it was ready to be read.
I printed it out and started to read.