Artemis Fowl was perhaps the only boy in District 1 not worried about the reaping. He was, after all, one of the few who had not trained as a Career. Artemis Fowl Sr. had taken one look at his frail yet brilliant son and decided he would be better used as a district leader sometime in the future than as cannon fodder in the Games. Artemis couldn't agree more.
"How's the reaping going, Mud Boy?" Holly buzzed through the tiny earpiece he'd just put in.
He smiled. For instance, he'd already done a great deal of good serving as an ambassador to the faerie folk. With a little more work, he might be able to persuade them to join in a rebellion against the Capital. After that, the other districts should fall in like dominos, if his plans came to fruition. This year's crop of tributes had been carefully manufactured. No one in the Capital suspected a mere thirteen year old boy from District 1 could tamper with their precious reaping. Speaking of, "It's as boring as usual. How did events transpire in the other districts?"
"Foaly said your plan worked. He sounded kind of disgruntled about it."
Artemis smile widened. "Good. It's about time those with gifts revealed themselves. After this year's Games, the districts won't have any choice but to rebel."
"Be careful, Artemis," the elf warned. "Don't get so caught up in your plans that you forget the people involved."
"Don't worry, Holly. I'm a changed man."
She snorted. "Hey, they're calling the mudgirl tribute. Don't tell me it's . . . Minerva Paradizo. Isn't that the girl you - "
"Thank you, Holly, that's quite enough," he interrupted. "Anyway, watch."
Juliet Butler lunged forward to volunteer. Not from personal loyalty, but out of a desire to follow in her brother's footsteps. Juliet was a Career to the core.
"Huh. Juliet. She's pretty good, isn't she?"
"The best."
"She'd better be, with the competition you've set up for her. She does know about that, right?"
"Of course." For once, he wasn't lying. Butler would never have forgiven him if he'd let Juliet go into danger blind. "Now for the male."
"Artemis Fowl."
Artemis twitched in surprise, but he didn't bother moving. Sure enough, a Career was already volunteering.
"Niall DeMencha," Holly said. "Well, that's good. I doubt you would have liked it if you'd been thrown head first into that soup you've cooked up."
Artemis leaned back. "Of course not, Holly. I can manipulate events much better from out here."
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FanfictionThe Districts struggle, not just to survive, but also to hide their secrets. Magic (and things far more dangerous) lurk at the edges of Panem. Werewolves, wizards, spies, and even a Holmes just try to keep their heads down. But this year, Artemis F...
