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Artemis smiled as he pressed the enter key on his keyboard. The window in which he was working closed, along with a message acknowledging the save of a new file bound for a folder titled "Music, Original". He was really quite pleased with this new composition; in fact, he felt it could have vied for his best yet. That was saying something, since, on top of being one of the greatest minds the world had ever seen, Artemis was a very skilled composer. He shut his eyes and leaned back contentedly, until his pleasant reverie was interrupted by another beep from the machine. With a disgruntled air he opened his email, and opened his newest delivery.
"Hello, Artie, darling!" Angeline Fowl's voice chirped through the computer, accompanied by a visual image of her and Artemis' father sitting under a cabana and smiling, "We just wanted to check in on you, love, and make sure you were staying out of trouble," Artemis Fowl Sr. winked, causing his son's pulse to skyrocket; he still wasn't used to having his father back, "and having a fine time. We're both very sad you didn't want to come with us, you would have adored the architecture here on Tenerife. Write or phone soon darling, and give Butler and Juliette our regards. We love you and can't wait to see you again." Thousands of miles away his mother blew him a kiss, and waved. The screen cut to black and Artemis stood up and walked out to the landing, a grin on his smug face, "Butler? Butler, are you down--"
But as the boy stepped onto the staircase something went off. There was not a sound, not a movement, but suddenly he was not in Fowl Manor. He was standing next to a shabby apartment building, the tattered awning flapping in the breeze. "Butler?" Nothing could harm him if Butler was around, "Butler!" Butler wasn't answering, "Domovoi!" Artemis hissed, knowing that his bodyguard would risk life and limb to reach him if his charge used his first name.
But Butler didn't answer. Something was rising in Artemis' throat and it felt uncomfortably like fear.
"Hello, Artie, darling!" Angeline Fowl's voice chirped through the computer, accompanied by a visual image of her and Artemis' father sitting under a cabana and smiling, "We just wanted to check in on you, love, and make sure you were staying out of trouble," Artemis Fowl Sr. winked, causing his son's pulse to skyrocket; he still wasn't used to having his father back, "and having a fine time. We're both very sad you didn't want to come with us, you would have adored the architecture here on Tenerife. Write or phone soon darling, and give Butler and Juliette our regards. We love you and can't wait to see you again." Thousands of miles away his mother blew him a kiss, and waved. The screen cut to black and Artemis stood up and walked out to the landing, a grin on his smug face, "Butler? Butler, are you down--"
But as the boy stepped onto the staircase something went off. There was not a sound, not a movement, but suddenly he was not in Fowl Manor. He was standing next to a shabby apartment building, the tattered awning flapping in the breeze. "Butler?" Nothing could harm him if Butler was around, "Butler!" Butler wasn't answering, "Domovoi!" Artemis hissed, knowing that his bodyguard would risk life and limb to reach him if his charge used his first name.
But Butler didn't answer. Something was rising in Artemis' throat and it felt uncomfortably like fear.