I Return You to the Earth, and Claim the Gift that is My Right
Written on October 25th, 2008 by Helen RaspberrihStory Details
(9 votes, average: 4.44 out of 5)
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Isabelle was tired, absolutely exhausted. She had traveled a long way to see this genius, and he was fine, but there was a slight problem. The girl had run off again.
Every century, a girl was gifted, either for good or for evil. She wasn’t sure about this one. The government had locked up every child with powers early, trying to squash out every hint of the terrifying power.
Absolute power.
This child was an anomaly. She had been born near a radiation field, and Isabelle was worried, very worried. A mutation might have occurred, causing the girl’s powers to… to… She dare not even think it.
If the girl chose evil, then they were all done for.
Artemis, meanwhile, was trying to understand. The urgency in her voice had been unmistakable, the fear real, genuine.
Isabelle shook his shoulders roughly, voice hoarse with suppressed desperation. She would try one last time.
“Don’t you understand? If the girl chooses evil, then there won’t be a world anymore!”
A switch flipped inside Artemis’s head, and he jumped out of bed and into the shower, grabbing clothes anyhow. He showered in double quick time, pulling on clothes, brushing his teeth, trying not to faint. For if he understood correctly, then…
The urgency had came back, the same urgency that had fuelled his adventures with Holly, only hundred-fold.
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She had no idea the world was that beautiful. Stuck in the dingy but secure little place… Lorelei had forgotten all about the rest of the world. The colors, oh, the colors. There had only ever been muddy brown, or grey, or white or black. Lorelei sighed, reveling in the sight.
Once upon a time there was a princess…
With her brown hair, and green eyes…
She was far more beautiful than any mortal had a right to be…
Lorelei fell asleep, lulled by the bedtime story stored away in her mind somewhere. When had she ever been read a story? Certainly not that she could remember, so this must be a good story indeed, to have made such an impression on her that she still remembered it.
Like all other princesses, she was waiting for her prince…
But her prince never came, the voice whispered nastily, sniggering at her naivety. Because she was dead. And no prince liked a dead princess for a bride.
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Have to find her… find her. Isabelle clutched Artemis’s hand, and pulled him through the woods. “Leave the helicopter. It’ll be fine, no one comes here,” she said over her shoulder. And the little plane would be fine. It was true; this place had a forbidden air, even before the government took the land. Even back then, only the desperate lived here.
Artemis was still sorting things out. Usually his brain would already have categorized and shelved everything, but this girl – Isabelle – had dragged him all the way around the world for another girl, who was supposedly so powerful it made your brain hurt to think about it.
And that was before she told him her last name, and who exactly the hell she was. Who was she, to have that kind of information, who was she, to bypass all of the manor security to get into his bedroom, but who was she, exactly?
She didn’t seem normal, not at all.
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Lorelei was unconscious and back at the orphanage. Earic peered at her, her mouth drawn into a thin line. The girl had already found her powers. She clenched her fist. That idiotic man. Served him right for walking off … he had no idea what was in the woods and he was dealt with accordingly.
Still, to remember in such a short time, the girl was … she was awakening. The assassin’s heartbeat quickened with excitement. Soon she would have her promise fulfilled. But now, she carried the girl back into her room.
Spending years at the orphanage was no easy task. The uniformity would drive a person crazy, but somehow the babies brought there always managed. That wasn’t to say they didn’t have flaws, flaws that ran deeper than psychologists could detect. After all, if six months here could break a man’s mind, then imagine what spending their whole lives here could do to the kids.
Earic had a sadistic streak in her, but no one guessed. Her current ‘personality’ was a strict and business-like assassin. She had victims, sometimes, but they weren’t exactly going to tell, what with being dead and six feet under … actually it was one mass grave, and who cared how deep it was.
She rubbed her knife with one hand, holding onto the girl with the other. The smooth steel, it was precisely why she loved knives. They were silent and deadly, but above all they could cause much more pain than a gun ever could. When she tortured them with knives, they could last almost a year.
A gun left huge gaping holes that poured blood. A knife … well, she thought as she pressed the cold blade to her cheek, the subtlety was just delightful. Not to mention the thin red lines that hardly bled but hurt like hell. They didn’t push her victims into unconsciousness, they were soft, and they were everything Earic was. Sharp and ordinary and lethal.
She really loved her custom-made knives. Maybe she would play with the girl a bit.
Earic glanced at Lorelei and smirked.
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He never would have guessed it, but the forest wasn’t actually a forest. Because, as everyone knew, forests had a lot more trees and animals. In the half an hour or so that he’d been there, he hadn’t heard a single birdcall or suspicious rustling. Not one roar or even an ant crawling around.
It was completely silent, and he hated it.
Isabelle didn’t seem bothered, though. She seemed to revel in the soundlessness, almost skipping, dancing past the logs and bushes and pulling him along. Artemis could be wrong, but her dance, if it was a dance, was random. There was no repetition of steps, no gesture that was familiar.
It didn’t seem random, random as it was. Isabelle was tense and the ‘dance’ was not one of those bursts of joy that left you dizzy with happiness.
No, he decided. There was a pattern to her ‘dance’, leaping past certain logs, going just the exact length from a certain tree. Brushing that little knot on the trunk just so, twirling on the spot right beside red flower.
This forest that wasn’t a forest was a trap, designed to kill anyone who didn’t know the ‘dance’.
All he could do now was to follow and try not to get himself killed. As Isabelle went on ahead, he picked at the ground, careful not to step on anything … unusual. Every once in a while he would look up and her golden hair would be flying, her skirt flaring, her hands reaching out to touch the secret spots that only she knew.
She was beautiful.
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.
January 16th, 2009 at 2:59 pm
Yeah, but wonder why no one ever reviews this anymore, maybe it’s kinda too old? Or maybe I haven’t been updating enough.
March 30th, 2009 at 6:52 am
UPDATE OR YOU’LL FIND BUUTLER AT YOUR FRONT DOOR GOT IT?!?!?!?!?!?!?
March 30th, 2009 at 9:01 am
Uh, yeah. *Pears at name* Why does that name seem SO familiar?
Okay. Update.
March 30th, 2009 at 6:41 pm
which name?
March 31st, 2009 at 2:41 pm
YOUR name…
April 12th, 2009 at 8:38 pm
Ally Kat? Why would it seem familiar???
December 31st, 2009 at 9:39 am
Never mind then. If Butler comes I’ll just hide somewhere he can’t squeeze into. Updated. Re-vamped. I need a beta, please apply, *PUPPY EYES*
December 31st, 2009 at 9:43 am
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December 31st, 2009 at 2:56 pm
Wow finally!
I’ve been waiting ages…though for some reason I never seemed to have commented…
January 1st, 2010 at 8:26 am
Hehe, lazy… I’ve got chapter 4 on my computer now, so I just need a bit more persuasion to end it.