Once upon a time, a boy named Artemis Fowl captured a faerie named Holly Short. Many years later, his son, Arthur Fowl, decides to capture a faerie of his own.
In the dark depths of Haven, an old LEP Captain named Luther Gimmit is commissioned to keep watch at Fowl Manor. His only daughter, his beloved Anastasia, begins to want the one thing her father won’t let her do; to go to the surface.
My name is Luther Gimmit if you don’t already know that, and I’m supposed to keep a watch on the Fowls.
Everything is quiet. Sheesh! Why do I have to do this? It’s boring! All I want is to be home with my little daughter, Anastasia. Is that too much to ask? Well, recently, she’s been begging me to take her to the surface but-Augh, you guys at mission control canter probably don’t care about this. So, I’m keeping watch on the great Fowl Manor. Nothing is up. I’m done. You happy?
374 Syk street cam. Time-6.30PM. Date-6/12/98
A lone pixie walked into a house.
“Daddy!!!!!” A young pixie shouted as she ran into the older pixie’s arms.
“Anastasia. Today at work, after the horrible battle against the goblins, I promised myself I would never let you up to the surface. Ever. I love you too much, and I would never put you in danger.” The older pixie muttered quietly.
“Is Unkie Sky gonna visit, Daddy?” Anastasia squeaked, bouncing around happily.
“Erm… I don’t know how to put this, but he didn’t make it home.” The older pixie mumbled uncomfortably.
“Can’t he just take the next shuttle?” The ever happy Anastasia asked.
“No… he’s… sleeping… in the battlefield.” Her father replied. Anastasia stopped bouncing.
“Daddy, I’m not stupid. I know what happened now. I’m sowwy.” Anastasia sighed as she hugged her father.
“I know you’re not stupid, honey. You’re just too young to be exposed to this.” The older pixie said kindly. Anastasia sniffled.
“Don’t cry!” Her father exclaimed quickly.
“I just miss Unkie Sky. He was fun.” Anastasia muttered as she left to go to her room.
I see movement! Oh, it’s only Fowl’s cat. Wait… there he is! He’s singing. Wait… I hear it…
“Come to me my little pretty,
Fall into my clever trap.
Come close so I can see you,
I’m going faerie hunting tonight…”
Oh no! It’s the age-old faerie hunting song! Wait… I hear the response.
“O I come now
I come to you.
I fall in your trap,
You’ve caught a faerie tonight.”
I know that voice! It’s Anastasia…
374 Syk street cam. Time-6.44AM. Date-9/14/10
Two pixies woke up at the same time.
“Mornin’ Anastasia.” The older one mumbled.
“Morning Captain Luther!” The younger one said jokingly.”Can I go to the surface today?”
“No, not today.” Luther replied. This happened every morning. That is, until Anastasia got angry.
“I’m almost an adult pixie! Can’t you let me go to the surface at least ONCE? You always say no! You never say why! So,why?!”
Anastasia said angrily.
“Don’t speak to me like that Anastasia. You know it’s rude. Now hurry up, or you’ll be late for school.” Luther said calmly without looking up from his paper.
“Oh-kay…”Anastasia said, feigning submission. She hugged her father and left, but instead of going to school, she headed towards the surface shuttle bay, fingering a stolen shuttle pass.