Artemis Fowl the third P.O.V.
I couldn’t believe what I was reading. Even though I was truly seeing it with my own two eyes, it still didn’t seem real. It seemed……impossible.
But somehow, I knew it was real.
Every word of it was true. The strange language was for protection purposes, so that even if this book came into human hands, or ‘Mud men’ hands, as they called us, it was impossible to read.
Or so they thought.
I thought about everything I had read. Was it possible to turn this to my use? Maybe, but it didn’t seem likely. I thought about it for a minute, then suddenly was hit by an idea.
These people had healing powers. Was it possible to use that power to bring mom back? It seemed like to much to hope for. There was a difference between healing someone and bringing them back to life. I knew that. But what could it hurt to try?
Somewhere inside my head, the little part of my brain that was still thinking rationally at this point, rolled its eyes and said, Really? Really? What could it hurt? You, when you get your hopes up and then get let down when you finally realize how crazy and stupid this whole venture is! Ever think about that, genius boy?
I ignored it, telling it, I know what I’m doing. I won’t get my hopes up. Just how stupid do you think I am?
There was a problem. It was not figuring out a way to do it, that should be easy enough, but how to sneak it across dad. If I found a way, but if it wasn’t completely legal (which it probably wouldn’t be), I would never get away with it. I had to find a way to get rid of him during the time I would need to complete the project. I racked my brain, trying to find a way.
A knock at the door jolted me from my thoughts and back to reality.
“Artemis?” It was my father’s voice. “Are you awake?”
I jumped up and ran over to my bed, moving hurriedly but trying not to make too much noise. I quickly covered myself up, doing the sheets up around me like I always did when laying down for bed. Then I laid down and closed my eyes, trying to make my breathing look deep and even, like it does when you’re sleeping.
“Artemis?” I heard my dad ask again, then I heard the door open. I heard soft footsteps, then a shadow fell over me, looking down over at my face. Apparently it looked like I was asleep, because the shadow withdrew and I heard him leave, closing the door behind him.
That was close, I thought, sitting up and throwing off the blankets. Really close.
I got up and went back over to the computer. I went ahead and saved the document and the language, thinking that they might come in handy later.
I sat back in my chair, trying to think of a plan. I decided to reread the book to see if there was anything I’d overlooked that might come in handy.
Once I finished again, I started trying to think of a plan again. I thought of a few, but ruled them all out almost instantly. Then, an idea sparked in my mind. I quickly checked back with the book to make sure I was remembering the information correctly, though I was sure I was and I was right. The perfect plan.
Normally, you wouldn’t be able to find a fairy above ground. But to restore their powers, they had to perform The Ritual, which could only be performed above ground. I could intercept a fairy doing The Ritual, bring them here, and convince them to try and bring my mom back. But how to get them to come here willingly? The answer: there probably wasn’t a way to get any fairy in their right mind to come with me, a mud man, willingly. So unwillingly it was. It didn’t seem possible, but did any of this? It had to be possible, even if the way was on of the last things any one would think of. If anyone could think of it, it was me.
I kept working on the planning for a while until I heard a knock at the door again. This time I answered.
“Come in,” I said.
The door opened and Dad came in. “Feeling better?” he asked. I nodded. “Good. Dinner is ready. I just thought I’d tell you, since you’ve been up here for a while. I figured you might be hungry.”
I blinked. Had I really been up here that long? “How long have I been up here?” I asked.
“About four and a half hours,” Dad replied. “I came up here a little bit ago to check on you, but you were asleep.”
“Oh,” I said.”I am not really hungry, but I suppose I could try and eat something.”
“Good,” Dad said. “Let’s go.”
So we went downstairs. When we got to the table, I noticed Butler wasn’t there.
“Where’s Butler?” I asked.
“He left, he had a place he had to be,” Dad answered.
“Oh,” I said. It was the best response I could think of.
We sat in silence the rest of the time we ate. I cleared my plate and was just about to leave when Dad said, “Artemis.” I turned around. “I just wanted to give you a heads up, to finish the project I’ve been working on, I might have to take a trip. You’re welcome to come with me if you like, or you can stay here with Butler, it doesn’t matter, but I thought you’d like to know.”
I blinked. This could be the chance I needed to get him out of the house! I had better take it. “I think I’d rather stay behind,” I said. “When is it?”
“I don’t have an exact date, I’m still waiting on a call,” Dad said. “But soon.”
I just nodded, but on the inside I was going through a dozen different feelings. Excitement. Relief. Excitement that this might actually work, and relief that I wouldn’t have to lie to Dad to get him out of the house. The guilt would eat me alive.
I turned and walked up the stairs. I grabbed some night cloths from the drawer in my room and went down the hall to the bathroom. I got a shower, got dressed, and walked back to my room and sat down on the bed. I laid back and closed my eyes, thinking I would probably never get to sleep.
I was asleep before I knew what hit me.
The next morning, I went downstairs to see if Butler was back yet. Butler was my rendezvous point, the place where I went when I needed something, whether it was someone to run an idea across, or when I just wanted someone to talk to. In this case it was a little of both. I wanted to run my idea across him, see what he thought of it.
He was not a genius like my father and I, but talking to him always helped.
The best part was, I never he would never rat me out to Dad, but the opposite. He would try to help how ever he could.
I went to his room and knocked on the door. Almost immediately I heard him call, “Come in!” I sighed with relief. He was back.
I opened the door and went in. Despite the fact it was so early, it seemed as though he had been up for a while. He was already dressed and was sitting up reading a book. Probably something military-like, like battle strategies or something.
“Artemis,” he said. “What are you doing up so early?”
“I could ask you the same question,” I said.
“I’m always up this early,” he said. “I don’t sleep much, I don’t need it.”
This didn’t surprise me.
“So, what do you need?” he asked. “I don’t figure you came in here just to question me on my sleeping habits.”
“I need to talk to you about something,” I said.
“I’m listening,” he replied.
I explained about the Book and the existence of The People. I gave him the copy of the Book I had, the English version, at any rate. I watched as recognition crossed his face, and a look you didn’t see on Butler’s face often. In fact, it was so uncommon, it took me a minute to recognize it. Even though he tried to hide it, I still caught it.
It was fear.
“What is it?” I asked. “What’s wrong?”
He sighed and rubbed his forehead. “Artemis,” he said uneasily, “I don’t know where you’re going with this, and I’m not exactly sure I want to. You know what ever it is, I’ll go along with it, but just be careful. I’ve dealt with this stuff before, and trust me, if you’re not careful, you can create a situation that can spiral out of control very quickly.”
His words confused me, and also scared me a little bit. “What do you mean?” I asked.
He leaned back. “You know I was your father’s bodyguard before you, right?” I nodded. “Well, let’s just say your father had dealings with these people before, and… well, most every time he did, it was pretty much a definite sign there was trouble ahead. There was a few close calls, really, really, close calls, but fortunately it turned out alright, in the end.”
“What happened?” I asked, intrigued.
“Oh, no,” he said. “No, no, no. I’m not about to tell you anything like that. What better ways are there to plant the ideas in your head! Not going to happen!”
“Fine,” I said. “Will you at least tell me who he had ‘dealings with’, as you put it. I want to know more.” He shook his head. “How am I supposed to be safe if you won’t tell me what you know?” I demanded. “Every little bit helps, you know.”
He sighed, hesitant to share any more with me but obviously realizing I had a point. Eventually he seemed to decide that a little more information couldn’t hurt. “Usually, it was with the same people, though more and more were brought into the mix as time went on, but there were some who were put out. Most of the time, there was one person with your father that was thrown into the center of everything. I’ll admit, their first meeting could have gone better, but by the time it was over the two were best friends.” He sighed and stood up, walking over to a stand and pulling open a drawer. He walked over and handed me something. A picture. There was two people, a boy and a girl. The girl was short, with close cut auburn hair and hazel eyes. The boy looked just like me.
Butler pointed to the girl in the picture. “That’s Holly,” he said. “This was taken on one of her more relaxed visits, when she came just because she wanted to visit, and not because of some world crisis was happening.”
“Were there a lot of those? World crisis, I mean.”
“Yes,” Butler admitted. “There were quite a few.”
“How come I have never met her?” I asked.
Butler’s face darkened. “Your father and her had a fight one day. I don’t know exactly what happened, he doesn’t like to talk about it, but whatever it was must have been bad, since she hasn’t been back since. It was before you were born.”
“Oh,” I said. “Thats a long time ago.”
“Yes,” he agreed. “So,” he said, and I got the feeling he was trying to change the subject, “Was that all you needed then?”
“Not quite,” I said. “I had a plan I wanted to run across you too.” I told him the idea, and he shook his head. “It could work, if she was alive. I’ll give it to you, it was a good idea, but there’s a difference between healing someone and bringing them back from the dead. She’d have to be breathing.”
“I know,” I said. He looked up at me and seemed to understand.
“Oh no,” he said. “Be rational. It’s been years, Artemis. There is no way on Earth you could revitalize her after this long, not even with magic.”
“How do you know?” I asked. “Have you tried it?”
“Well, no, but-“
“Then you don’t know whether it would work or not!” I said. “What could it hurt to try?”
“I don’t know, Artemis,” he sighed. “Even with magic, it’s a long shot. I suppose we could try. But what about your father? I don’t expect he consent to this.”
“I’ve got that part figured out,” I said. “I thought about it earlier, but then yesterday Dad told me he’s got a business trip planned. So we can do it then.”
“Okay, but what about the fairy part of the plan? How do you know we’ll be able to find one in that time range? The longer we take, the higher the odds rise against us.”
“I started a tracker today,” I said. “It can find the sources of magic in any of our surrounding area for up to a hundred miles, at least, it will when I’m done with it. If we find one before Dad leaves, we can find some excuse to send him out on a short goose chase, then hide the creature in the basement until he leaves.”
Butler smiled and shook his head. “You thought of everything, didn’t you? All right, we’ll give it a shot.”
I smiled and stood. “Great. I should have the tracker done by tomorrow, then we can get started.” I turned and started for the door. I stopped with my hand on the handle and turned. ” Butler?” He looked up. “Thank you.” He nodded, and I turned and walked out of the room. I headed down to the kitchen to find some breakfast, feeling immensely better. I smiled to myself. Maybe this plan could work after all.
Hehe. I could stop there and make this a cliffhanger, but I won’t cause I’m nice. Also, the next two chapters are pretty much going to be the same thing from a different person’s point of veiw.