Okay, so here's the dealio: this was actually supposed to be a sequel to another story I started (you can still find it somewhere in the Twilight fics. It's called The Brother I Lost. Feel free to read what I've posted of it.), but I like this one so much better, and thought it would easy enough to understand on its own (you know when you read stuff out of order and you're like 'what da heck is going on…?'). So I decided to just post the first chapter or so and see how people take to it.

Reviews are much appreciated, as they allow me to see where my work falls between the lines of awesome and sucky. Oh, and if you find my OC's sue-ish at all, please let me know. Heaven knows I despise cheesy characters, especially when they're written by me.

Right then, so enjoy. The first few chapters are sort of just to introduce the OC's, so Artemis and the gang will be introduced a little later. Set after The Time Paradox, though there won't be a lot of spoilers, if any. Okay, seriously now, enjoy.

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Upon hearing of the existence of faeries, I was most surprised that such a rumor would be taken seriously. After some amount of research, my morbid curiosity was peaked, and the People were soon all I could think about. I was fascinated, entranced by the sheer beauty and grace of the little people. After my experience with Anthony Rose, a vegetarian-turned vampire who hailed from Forks, I was near the point where I would believe just about everything.

I was even more curious when I found out that faeries had been actually been sighted in Ireland, primarily near the Dublin area. These reports were treated as the ravings of lunatics, but I read up on those who had claimed the sightings and found that very few of them had any records of mental instability or drug use.

I remembered a phenomenon that had occurred several years ago. I looked it up on the internet and, sure enough, there it was in the archives of an old news site.

A boy had disappeared while on holiday in Taiwan. After being missing for nearly three years, he returned to his family in Dublin. The curious thing was that he hadn't aged a day in the time he had been absent. I tracked down the boy's name, but was unable to find it.

My spine was tingling with the need to know more on the subject.

I prowled news sites, papers, forums, anything that may lead me to the boy's identity. It, like many other things for me, became an obsession, a thought-crushing need to know. I was 85 positive that the phenomenon had been caused by magic, and I was determined to prove it, to myself if no one else.

After nearly a month of constant searching, I found a name.

His name was Artemis Fowl.