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Fowl Manor, August 17

Holly's diary entry:

Well, this has been fun. This has been very fun. FROND DAMMIT I FEEL LIKE I'M GONNA DIE! This hurts really bad. I'm only 4 months pregnant but I feel like I'm 7 months pregnant. Damn, this hurts. I asked Artemis about it, but all he said was "I'm sorry Holly but I honestly don't know." Honestly my ass! Arty knows EVERYTHING, and that's what's causing me to be terrified. I'm scared I'm gonna die, I'm scared the babies are gonna die, I'm scared I'll die keeping a lot of things secret from everyone else. Before I die, I want Foaly to know that he is the best friend anyone could have and I wouldn't be the first female captain in Recon without him. I want Juliet to know that even if I don't prefer her makeovers, she does a helluva job and one day I think she could get paid a fair amount to do people's hair and makeup professionally. I want Butler to know that I healed him that very first day because I saw potential in him and believed that, given a second chance, he could convince Artemis to use that gigantic brain of his for good instead of criminal. I want Mulch to know that I appreciate his thieving abilities, because if he wasn't as good of a theif as he is, Artemis and I wouldn't be here today. I want Artemis to know that he has done a good job at changing for the better, and that I admire the new him. I want him to know that I don't regret him kidnapping me that first day, because we never would have met, and I want him to know that I love him. There. I said/wrote it. I love the damn Mud Boy, and I don't want him to read it here. I want to tell him myself. Maybe when things calm down, though.

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Artemis' diary entry:

Holly says I need to come up with a plan to stop Trouble, but I know nothing, and information is key, so today Butler and I are going to Haven to check things out. I haven't told Holly, though, because I know she'll try and stop me, then freak and worry about me until I come back. I wonder if she knows I am seriously worried about her. Her children are growing at an alarming rate, and I'm scared they are going to try to come out before they're fully developed, or before she's ready. I'm also scared that they will be trapped in her womb or seriously injure her. They are human hybrids, and elfin wombs are not meant to handle babies that big. Plus, there are two of them. I am praying to every god I know of to protect her, because life would be extremely difficult without her. I have a hypothesis, though I haven't told her about it. She doesn't need to know right now, but she might once they are born if the family resemblance is strong enough. I think it's the magic. I'm almost positive, though I don't know why it would cause them to grow like that.

Speaking of magic, I tested mine to what I think is its full potential last night. I don't know if anyone noticed, but, while levitating about three to four feet off the ground, I picked up the house using telekinesis and held it a few feet off the ground for twenty seconds before putting it back in its place. I read Juliet's mind while she was out tending Mother's garden, which is an acre away. I didn't want to purposely injure myself to test my healing abilities, but I saw a half-dead rabbit from the window and projected my magic toward it, healing it, so it seems I can heal things without touching them. Finally, I tested my teleportation abilities by teleporting right outside the house and back in my room. I then imagined the nearest airport restroom, channeled my magic into the image, and successfully teleported there and back. Before I finally went to sleep, I imagined the Fission Chips building-Spiro's company's building-and teleported there and back. It seems I can go all the way to America. I haven't tried China yet, but I will soon. Although I feel like there are some things I still don't know about my newfound powers. Butler is calling me. It is time to go to Haven.

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