Artemis Fowl: The War Divided

Chapter 1: Artemis Most Foul

Fowl Manor

For many individuals, a calming breeze on the topside of a lusciously green hill would incite feelings of ease and relaxation. In some countries, this natural luxury is exploited as mere tourist traps which ultimately contradicts the point of the destination. In Artemis Fowl's case however, he was lucky enough to live in such an area. The issue here is that the calming breeze against this lusciously green hill did not incite feelings of ease and relaxation. Rather, the opposite. At least once a day, he would dedicate a few hours outside of his manor to recount his previous exploits and experiences. Experiences that he understands to be true, but at the same time, contradict what he believes about himself. Within a few short years, he has fought against, befriended, endangered, forgotten, and remembered the elusive Fairy People. These secluded hours were spent trying to sort out and weigh which pieces of Artemis Fowl are the pieces that are his true self. Or if he wanted them to be.

We ended the goblin rebellion together, Artemis thought to himself. I fixed my mistake with Spiro and agreed to erase my own memory for the sake of my...friends. Through dire urgency, I underwent total recall in order to put a stop to Koboi once again. A small memory in the back of his mind also remembered that his birthday was quickly approaching. He lied back against the emerald grass as he continued thinking.

"Memories", he sighed.

Although he had regained his memories of the fairy people, he still held onto ambitions of riches and criminal activities. The thrill of thievery or the satisfaction of overcoming an intellectual challenge. Or maybe it was the simple pleasure of winning. Artemis had been at constant conflict with himself between dreams of world peace and the desire to indulge in illegal, underground businesses. He stood and brushed off the lingering blades of grass from his suit.

"It's nearly time."

He entered the Manor through the kitchen side glass door and made his way into the main foyer where another gentleman was waiting.

"Good morning, father."

"Morning, Arty", he said with a smile. "You know, I haven't exactly been home long. I'm sure there are more important things I should tend to, such as spending time with my son."

"There will be plenty of time for that at a later date," Artemis walked down towards the main entrance and held the door open. "I must insist, father. I believe mother takes priority when it comes to your company. I've already made reservations for you at the prestigious Emirates Palace in Abu Dhabi. I've paid the plane tickets, hotel room, and even reserved the presidential suite for the entire week."

Artemis senior crossed his arms, but could not hide a faint smile, "If I didn't know any better, I would think you're trying to get rid of us."

"I assure you, father. There are no hidden motives. Mother deserves to make up for lost time. Upon your return, there is an issue I would like to... discuss with you." Artemis returned the smile as he forced himself to keep eye contact. Of course, he had other reasons for wanting the Manor to himself for a while. This was not to say that he was lying about his mother deserving time alone with her husband. Without realizing, he glanced down at his father's artificial leg. He felt a sharp feeling of guilt inside his chest but hid his discomfort as well as he could.

Artemis senior placed a hand on his son's shoulder, "Out of everyone in this world, your word is the one I trust the most."

"Timmy, dear! Are we ready to leave?"

Both Artemis's turned to see Angeline walking down the long staircase towards them. Artemis senior stood upright and straightened his tie as he admired the sight of his wife. She was wearing a crème-colored sundress with a purple shawl and black high heels. She was also wearing a necklace with a glittering, golden pendant of the Celtic Cross.