Artemis looked at her. She was so beautiful, so brave, so perfect.
Artemis and Holly were having a picnic underneath the oak tree. Holly was disguised as a mud girl, and they looked like two teenagers having a good time. Artemis was eighteen, while Holly was eighty-six. So many years had passed since they first met.
Artemis had changed for the better. Much better. It was like he was a totally new person. Gone was the selfish, self-centered boy, replaced by a kind, thoughtful, boy-turning-into-a-man, as he called it.
During the picnic. Artemis couldn’t help but feel awkward. Recently he had developed feelings, rather strange feelings, I might add, towards Holly.
Holly, however, was being perfectly natural. “Okay, okay. If you can come up with an invention that can make people float on water in five minutes, you get the drumstick.”
As Artemis was going to say the answer, he noticed the time on his watch and said: “Gotta go, Holly! Mother and Father told me they needed to talk to me!” As he ran off, he couldn’t help but to steal a bit of caviar from the picnic basket.
Soon, Artemis reached Fowl Manor. The twins were running around as usual, playing “physics”, a game they had invented, that seemed to have nothing to do with physics. He stepping into the living room to see his mother and father waiting for him. They seemed almost, well, uneasy.
“Is there something wrong?” Artemis asked tentatively.
“Arty, darling, have you ever wondered why you were born?” Angeline Fowl asked.
“Well, I have contemplated it and come up with many different reasons, but-”
“Well, Artemis. You were born for one main reason. Fowl Enterprises needed to merge companies with another company, a long time ago. And there was only one way of doing that.” Artemis Senior interrupted.
“And that would be…”
“Through marriage. Allow me to introduce your fiance, Irene Johnson.”