I Return You to the Earth, and Claim the Gift that is My Right
Written on October 25th, 2008 by HelenStory Details
(9 votes, average: 4.44 out of 5)
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A typical family day at in the woods. A girl stands near the old oak tree, and bends down to pick something up. Something tiny enough to fit into her small and delicate hand. Isabelle smiled a secret little smile. A smile for a child with secrets no one knows.
Her family left under the shade of the tall leafy trees that were newly planted, Isabelle slipped into the small stream beside the oak tree. She rested her arm on the earth near the stream, and dug a shallow hole with her nails.
Isabelle pushed the thing that she had picked up and put it into the hole she had made. She then covered it with her own slim long fingers.
It was time, she decided.
“I return you to the earth, and claim the gift that is my right.”
At first nothing happened, then her magic found her. Isabelle gasped. She had forgotten how powerful her magic was. Left in the earth, it had probably fermented, and gotten even stronger. She wasn’t sure if this body could handle it.
Magical blue sparks wooshed up her body, making her shudder with delight and joy, for once again, magic was a part of her.
“Isabelle! What are you doing?”
Isabelle looked up. Her mother was calling to her. Isabelle glanced at her hand. Blue sparks were still circling her arm. She had to make an excuse, or she would be toast, for her mother would come and investigate. Luckily, she had a ready made excuse that actually sounded quite plausible.
“Nothing, mamma. It must’ve been light reflecting off the water.”
Indeed, the sparks were random, making it seem like water ripples. Besides, the sun was bright today, and the water was a lovely sparkling turquoise. It was why she had chosen that spot in the first place.
Reassured, her mother turned back to the picnic table just in time to see a cute little squirrel make off with a piece of bread. Squirrels were her favourite animals. The attention on her daughter wandered away.
Isabelle smirked. Of course there had been no squirrels. Squirrels here would be much too scared to go near a human. It was, as they say, all in her head. With her newfound powers, Isabelle was unstoppable.
In another place at the same time, another special child was picnicing in the woods too, but the atmosphere there was drastically different. The first scene was bright, sunny and cheerful, whilst the second scene was dark, shadowy and gloomy. The first scene was st the edge of a friendly wood, whilst the second was in the middle of a sinister wood.
A supervisor looked at the group of children sitting on a shabby checkered mat. He was bored. Why bother looking after a group of kids who weren’t going to anything, he reasoned. He had better things to do than this, for example texting his girlfriend. It wasn’t as if he was going to get paid. This was volunteer work, and he had regretted it immediately when he saw the place he was supposed to stay.
An idea came to him. Why not, he wondered. Surely the kids aren’t going to go anywhere, they’re so quiet.
The supervisor walled into the trees at the edge of the little clearing. He never came out again, at least, not alive.
As soon as he was gone, the girls began to wander about. They had never been left alone before. They were orphrans, and very special orphrans too. They had been selected by the secret agency.
One girl by the name of Lorelei walked to the river by the ancient oak tree. She didn’t know why she did that; something inside her compelled her to do it. She snatched up a fallen nut, and strode purposefully to the other side of the clearing. She scoped out a bit of earth, making a small hollow. She was all too aware of the danger and heart pounding, bent down and put her hand there, covering the acorn.
Lorelei knew she should not be doing this - she was clever enough to know that they were there for the purpose of discovery of hidden talents the agency could use. And she knew that if she showed anything special, they would take her away. She had seen it happen. Those kids were never seen again, not ever.
But she had already done it. A rush of magic settled into her frail body in a second, filling up the empty part of her. Lorelei sighed. She had found what she had been looking for unintentionally. She was hungry, though. The magic had awakened her senses which had been buried under years of loneliness, friendless days. The agency wasn’t very good at feeding people edible food. Or making people happy or contented.
She sat in a corner in the clearing, and magicked up some food. She didn’t care what kind of food - her imagination would supply everything. In all her nine years on this earth, Lorelei had been suppressed, isolated, and most of all, starved of socialisation, for in the obscure woods there were hardly a friendly neighbourhood to play in.
It hadn’t stopped her from developing her brainpower, though. When there wasn’t anything to do, a child would certainly do the only thing available - develope his or her brain. In this case, Lorelei was so lonely and bored, she had acquired such intelligence that she could read and understand most people like a picture book.
She had seen immediately that this supervisor was bored, and was going to walk away. Something had stirred in her at that momment, and Lorelei found herself doing what she did. Lorelei understood at once that she had done something incredible, forbidden, and wrong. She also knew that she had magic, and that she must never ever show any sign of it to anyone besides herself.
Lorelei waited for the undercover agent that would come here to collect them back to the cabin. She would really enjoy the look on his face upon seeing the volunteer gone.
Meanwhile, Isabelle went home with her mummy. Her mummy tucked her up, giving her a kiss as well.
“Sleep well, my baby.”
Isabelle waited until the lights were off, and slipped out of this child’s body. She condensed into her original shape, and flew off.
Both of these kids were special, each in her own way. One would voluntarily contact Artemis Fowl, the other would run away, and be found by Artemis Fowl and the other girl. What happened in the middle would change all three of them, and the world, forever.
October 25th, 2008 at 10:57 am
Oh yeah, and rate, please. I’d love to know what you think.
October 25th, 2008 at 2:08 pm
Um okay, I don’t have anything against your story. Good job on the grammar, making an effort to put the indents in.
Question: these girls, are they humans or fairs or some kind of aliens?
Also: how is it possible that people can magic up food?
Again, go ahead, continue it.
October 25th, 2008 at 2:55 pm
I think it is AWESOME! You must update! Usually I write more than this on my first comment on a story, but this is just so mysterious and wonderful and (I think) original, that I don’t know what to write!
To artymon: It is obvious that these girls are not normal humans, nor are they normal fairies. Maybe they can do things that most People can’t.
October 25th, 2008 at 3:24 pm
Okay, a reasonable explanation. Mon Dieu! Are you thy arthur in disguise?!?!?
October 25th, 2008 at 3:33 pm
Cool story! Update OR ELSE
If you don’t continue I’ll throw a chicken at you.
October 25th, 2008 at 4:27 pm
Yes, that’s what we’ll do….
*Artymon runs to supermarket, buys ALL poultry products*
October 25th, 2008 at 7:24 pm
Update!!!!
Hey, gimme some of that chicken!
*Chucks at helen for not updating*
Woooooooh!!! BTW how do you make a l’il devil smiley?
October 25th, 2008 at 11:18 pm
: twisted : is
except no spaces between the ‘:’ things. So, we’ve moved on from the cookies to chicken eh? Am I some sort of chef? *looks at life ambitions* Ah, not yet, but it’s on the list apparently .
Okay, I shall get a….a….hmmmmmmm GAH! I know I know!!! I shall hire someone to ‘motivate’ Helen into updating. Who you ask? I shall give you three hints:
She is blond.
I’ve been told she is supposed to be a musician.
She has the most annoying name, it also rhymes, which adds to it.
Can you guess who or more accurately, what?
October 26th, 2008 at 2:45 pm
No. I cannot.
I also wanna pelt Helen with a chicken. In this case, a big, greasy, fried chicken. ‘:’
Did you know, Helen put this up yesterday, and she didn’t update for 24 hours!!! I know. Shocking! How could she do that?
And, artymon? Leave some poultry products for me. Like I said, I also wanna pelt Helen. Or chuck something.
Wait, wait, wait.
Maybe throwing a creamy, sticky, and erm, tasty cake would persuade her better a chicken. Especially if that chicken happens to be frozen.
Muahahaha!!! ‘:’
October 26th, 2008 at 2:57 pm
Hey. You guys are so eeeviilll.
If you keep threatening me, I will not update. *Pouts* Period.
And for your information, Belledonner, I do NOT like creamy and sticky cakes. I do like tasty cakes, though. And never ever chuck a frozen chicken at me, cause I’ll chuck it right back, and I can hit a lot harder than you want.
And, who is that blondie you’re talking about, artymon? Please tell me. I’ll even let you (and you alone) throw a creamy sticky cake in my face. And maybe pelt me with a chicken that IS NOT FROZEN.
I said maybe.
artymon, I encourage you in buying and getting rid of EVERYTHING that the Arty Fowl fanfiction can pelt, hit, throw, or chuck at me. And by getting rid, I don’t mean pelting, hitting, throwing or chucking them at me.
Just don’t let Belledonner have them, please. I go to the same school as Belledonner, and I’ve learned that she can hit really REALLY fast and hard.
I’m SERIOUS.
Suffering because of all the bruises you guys gave me by pelting, hitting, throwing, and chucking cakes or chickens at me,
~Helen
October 26th, 2008 at 3:59 pm
Really? You personally know peeps from here? Interesting….
The million dollar question: WHO THE HECK IS THIS ‘BLONDE’ THAT CRAZY ARTYMON IS TALKING ABOUT?!!??!!??
The answer: Hanna Montana
Yay! Now I get to throw a chicken at you! *Artymon runs to supermarket, buys every single poultry and cake product, is crossing a street to get back, gets int an ‘accident’, I get hired to take Artymon’s–er–never mind*
Moving on….
Now, make an update, or I will be forced to………………………bake_you_a_cake (yes it used to stretch off the page.)
I know, I’m have a crazy obsession with that…
Anyone who will use the chicken or cakes I bought to have Helen upload more can have my cakes and poultry products for free.
My current riddle: A man is dead on a table, surrounded by 53 Bicycles. How did he die?
My quote of this moment: If someone throws a brick at me, I can catch it and throw it back.
October 27th, 2008 at 2:21 pm
Update, update, so non of pelting, hitting, throwing, and chucking cakes or chickens at me. I still have the bruises. *Makes pitiful puppy face*
October 27th, 2008 at 7:42 pm
Hey!!! I invented that trick! oops.
Eheh, forget what I just said. We need something new to whack helen with… how about… BANANA CREAM PIE!!!!!!!
October 27th, 2008 at 7:49 pm
Yes *rubs hands together like that one time he did before* yes zat is de perfect plan!
*Artymon runs to supermarket, buys ALL cream pies in existence, gives them to anyone who will use ‘em to make Helen update faster unfortunitely, Artymon did’t pay the gut who types when he is gone and the gut who types when he’s gone(me)—eh—never mind I plead the fif!*
October 27th, 2008 at 7:56 pm
Okay, I didn’t c u had updated. An idea? Loreli enchnts the bodies she knocked out (wow) and has them escort her off? Something like that. And, silly person, chickens are for kids!
WE at Artemis Fowl Fan Fictio get what we want via computer viruses. Muwhahahahaaha!
—still a crazed one, Artymon
Post Script: Sorry, Editor, about the double post.
October 28th, 2008 at 1:18 am
Update again! Or I shall throw prunes at you! Muhahahahahahahahaha! I am soooooooo evil!
October 28th, 2008 at 1:44 am
Nein nein nein! We’re using banana cream pies! But I suppose prunes have their benefits….
October 28th, 2008 at 8:48 am
AHHH! Help! But I have been helping out my friend, so don’t blame me!!!
October 28th, 2008 at 8:49 am
Sorry, I’m Helen in my friend’s account.
October 28th, 2008 at 2:08 pm
Hello??? I love prunes, so throw all you want. Yum yum. *licks lips and grins evil grin at you all*
October 28th, 2008 at 11:30 pm
Would someone please come up with something new to bombard helen with?
Also, I’m 5 hours behind the time on this website, so it looks like I’m online in the middle of the night.
October 29th, 2008 at 12:59 am
Same here, Miasaki. And something new? How about rotted putrid fish?
October 29th, 2008 at 12:53 pm
Oh, yuck!
Anyway I updated a bit just now, or something. I got no more time today, so no update today. Sorry, and don’t pelt, hit, throw, and chuck anything at me.
Seriously.
I’m gonna update tomorrow, though, cause my exams are ending. Yeah, it DOES end tomorrow, so - OOPS. Sorry. I have a check-up tomorrow, cause my spine’s a bit curved, or something.
Nevermind.
I’ll update soon, or you’ll pelt, hit, throw, and chuck stuff at me.
Bye.
November 1st, 2008 at 2:21 am
list of foods i found to pelt helen with if she doesn’t update:
Ham, blueberry muffins, pomagranet juice (STAIN!!!) tuna salad, squid/octapie, assorted clams and shrimp, escargot, Eggplant, bok choy, maple syrup (courtisy of Canada), onions, boiled carrots, more raisins, peas (IN the can!), oysters, pea soup, a HUGE mound of lime green gelatin, brussle sprouts, beets, rhubarb pie, eggs(splat!), mushroom chowder (gag), lima beans, chopped liver and… GREEN ONIONS!!!!!!!!!!
November 5th, 2008 at 8:20 am
begging you, please, no more pelting!!!
November 6th, 2008 at 12:21 am
Sorry, but I felt random that day and listed all that. Artymon, AF rules, and Belldonner, please read that last comment and come here to get your pelting materials.
November 6th, 2008 at 2:19 am
Will do Miasaki. Helen, YOU DECEIVED US!!!!!!!!!
I thought there was an update, but no those blasted teachers dared to give you exams!??!!?!?!?!?!???????????
I shall visit your school and ‘take care of business.’
Then, I shall go back to what I always do!
Me: Aren’t you gonna say what it is?
Artymon: Well, you know what I’m talking about…
Me: Doesn’t mean everyone else does…
Artymon: Too true. Right, After meeting with your teacher, Helen, I shall TRY AND TAKE OVER THE WORLD!!!!!!!!
Brain: As if! I am proclaimed ruler!!!
*The Brain starts to chase Artymon around.*
Artymon: Fill-In, do me a favor and throw food at Helen!!!!
Me: NO! You don’t pay me enough!
Artymon: Alright! Fine! I raise your salary by a quarter!
Should I?
November 6th, 2008 at 11:28 pm
Unlike some people, I shall give positive feedback to Helen in this next sentence! Great story Helen, I love it! Okay sentence is over (starts to throw brussel sprouts at Helen via Miasaki)
Their Pinky and the Brain, Their Pinky and the Brain, one is a genius, the other’s insane, before each night is done, their plan will be unfurled, by the dawning of the sun, they’ll take over the world! Their pinky, their pinky and the brain brain brain brain brain brain brain brain brain brain brain brain, NARF!
November 7th, 2008 at 10:04 am
Oh. You guys are seriously insane. You definitely need a really good phsychologist. Never mind, Helen shall find you a very good one!
Which is, me!
I hope you don;t mind looking at only pink things for about a year!
(Pink has been proven to drive people crazy! Yes, really. I asked my teacher, and she said it was pink. Anyway, please don’t start thinking that pink’s my fav colour. It is sooo not. Blck’s my fav.
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November 8th, 2008 at 2:23 am
helen, look who’s talking! refering yourself as a third person is one of the first signs of mental instability.
November 8th, 2008 at 1:54 pm
Sorry! WAIT.
Why do you keep saying we are insane??? As in, me + artymon. Well, artymon is the REALLY insane one. With lotta phsychology probs.
November 8th, 2008 at 4:24 pm
No argument.
November 11th, 2008 at 1:46 pm
I know. And I hate pink.
November 13th, 2008 at 2:57 am
Wow, that was random. Artymons cookies taste like dog food. (I should know)
November 13th, 2008 at 3:12 am
Yes, supposedly. I have to ask one question though?
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November 13th, 2008 at 3:17 am
Warum rot?
Ich weis nicht.
And, why did my comment disappear so quick? Is an Editor creeping around, stealthily stalking us and deleting our comments?
This is MMK… to answer your question, if you and an editor are online at the same time, and you post a
stupidrandom or pointless comments, yeah, an editor might get rid of it pretty quickly.November 13th, 2008 at 3:45 am
Yes.
November 14th, 2008 at 5:17 pm
You guys are crazy!!!!!!! Helen Please update your story. I like it. I am not like artymon P.S. Artymon your crazy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
November 15th, 2008 at 3:39 am
I’m sorry, but it’s true.
November 15th, 2008 at 3:46 am
Too true.
Fact: Artymon is crazy.
Opinion: Helen should update.
Why?
A nutcase (Artymon) is running loose, he happens across your story, likes it, wants to see more, he might turn up, if, say, you fail to upload chapters fast enough.
November 15th, 2008 at 3:49 am
It’s true!!! He planted a bomb in my closet!!!!! It still stinks in there!!!
November 15th, 2008 at 10:02 am
I really pity you, Miasaki. I should update soon to prevent it from happening to me…
Hey, doesn’t crazy artymon read my other stories? I updated those!!!
Please no stink bombs, please.
November 15th, 2008 at 3:08 pm
Hmmm. No, I have not. But, I guess I’ll take a look.
December 24th, 2008 at 2:13 pm
I updated!!! FINALLY!!! So you guys don’t get to pelt moi with whatever anymore!!!
December 28th, 2008 at 1:39 am
the update was good, and I like the ending. I would pelt you with various rotten food, but the leader of the food throwing is gone. Nobody else is in the spirit of it without our crackpot on site!
I will be sooo mad if this doesn’t post!
December 28th, 2008 at 8:44 am
Funny i havent commented this yet, i wonder ehy, it’s so cool. Fave charaters, Artemis, and Lorelei, ooo, coolio.