Picture this: two boys, twins separated at birth, and unluckily, both are genius. The boy grows up with the parents; the other grows up with bad company. And one day, they meet. The boy has a motive…
Now, this is what happened on the fateful day it all began…
Artemis suddenly had a yearning to see the sea, the beach. Butler was surprised, but, after all, what could happen? Worst thing was that Artemis would get some fresh air. So, Butler had ascended to his employer’s wishes.
When they arrived, Artemis stepped out of the car, walked to the seaside and stared into the horizon, unmoving. Butler smiled and let him be, preferring to sit down and watch his employer. After a while, a boy walked up to Artemis and began talking to him. As Artemis did not show any sign of annoyance, Butler stayed where he was. A giant mistake.
Artemis’s POV: Sunday, 9.30 p.m.
I was looking at the sea, admiring the foamy waves, the beautiful pattern, when a boy walked up to me. I took no notice, but had a strange feeling. It quickly passed, but left me with a sense of foreboding – something bad was about to happen. I glanced at the boy, and stopped in shock.
Not that he was a monster, or that it was Commander Root come back to life. The thing was, I could see that he was exactly like me. Except for his black locks, which were longer than mine. The shape of the face, color of the eyes, all-knowing smirk on his face – and I admit that Captain Short was right about that smirk, it was really annoying when it was on some one else’s face.
Of course, I had trained myself not to show any emotion, and thus was perfectly impassive. He, whoever he was, began to talk, and even his voice sounded like me, but for the slightly rasping quality.
“Well, we meet at last, twin.”
What was he talking about? But I had a feeling that I knew exactly what he meant. Foaly didn’t know I had reversed the bug on my phone, and once I had heard this snatch of conversation, “That mud boy’s twin … missing…” Unfortunately then I went out of range. So, this was my twin brother? I must admit, I was impressed by how alike he was to me.
“I know that you know who I am. Just in case, my name is Akili Fowl. Who knows, this family seems to have a thing about names beginning with ‘A’”, she said musingly, the smirk growing ever wider.
Akili… I remember something, something when I was young. I have been able to remember most of my childhood, and I remember an incidence between my parents. When I was about four years old. It was late at night, and I could not sleep, but was too mature to bother my parents.
“Timmy… oh, Akili… it’s all my fault…” My mother was crying.
“No, darling. At least we still have Artemis.”
Nothing more was heard, because I had fallen asleep. Extraordinary as I may be, I was only four years old, and it was late into the night.
“Arty, Arty. They haven’t told you about your birth? I guess not. Well, do you want to hear it? Follow me, and I don’t want Butler to follow,” he gestured to the figure behind, “or I will disappear, along with all the answers.” He spun on her heels and disappeared into the darkness.
I was troubled. This, this twin, if he was indeed my twin, was abnormally perceptive. My curiosity was the one thing I could not deny. One way or another, I always wanted answers, and one way or another, I always got them.
This person walked up to me, told me that he was my twin, and then walked off. I don’t have the answers.