Disclaimer: I do not own Artemis Fowl.
Ever since Artemis Fowl the Second walked out the door of J. Argon Institute, he was a changed man. No longer was he plague by vicious fours, nor was he the lovesick fool Orion. Fives no longer fazed him, as they were nothing but a mere number.
However, in spite of all this, he was somehow different. In the eyes of his closest friends, Artemis seemed younger somehow. More like the sly little boy he once was.
Anyways, THE PROJECT still occupied quite a chunk of his time. In fact, he was in the process of obtaining The Council’s stamp of approval. Unfortunately, the presentation he had done for Vinyaya, Holly, and Foaly didn’t count, as Vinyaya was dead. Foaly and Holly were considered as slightly untrustworthy sources, since they had apparently ‘developed an emotional bond with the despicable Mud Man’, or at least, according to the members of The Council.
As you may be able to see, The Council did not like Artemis, and they weren’t anywhere near approving one of his wild plans. But, if Artemis Fowl the Second had anything to say about it,they soon would be.
Artemis straightened his tie as he stood before the group of elderly fairies. The Council. They were all looking at him, some expectantly, many disapproving, and almost none seemed glad to see him.
Should I really do this?Artemis pondered, After all, it is quite wasteful to spend all my wealth on the environment…”
A gnarly looking elf growled, “Hurry up, we are very busy people, you know.”
Artemis took a deep breath and began.
“Earth. She feeds us; she clothes us…”
Juilet was at an old irish cafe, drumming her fingernails on the red plastic table. It was empty of people, except for a single waiter, who looked as if he wouldn’t notice anything, even if his pants caught on fire.
She scanned the cafe expectantly, waiting…waiting.
“Boo!” whispered a voice behind her.
Juilet whirled around, expecting the worst. Instead she was face to face with a little girl wearing a floppy hat and overalls. Or so it seemed. But Juliet know better.
“Holly!” she shrieked, “I’m so glad you came!”
Holly plunked down on a stool right next to Juliet.
“It wasn’t easy, either. I had to fake a runaway goblin to come out here on the surface. Anyways, what did you want to talk to me about?” Holly smiled.
Juliet sighed, “It’s Arty. He…he’s not like himself.”
“Oh no…not the…Atlantic Complex…again?” Holly paled.
“No, its not like that. He’s eviler, I guess.