Another busy day.
With that thought, Artemis Fowl II stepped out of bed with five hours of sleep in him, bleary-eyed and mildly sleep deprived. The latter was a result of staying up till three a.m. that morning to complete the manuscript of his new thriller. Stumbling into the washroom, he quickly washed up and readied himself for the day ahead. At the breakfast table, a cheerful Angeline Fowl and Myles and Beckett greeted him, his father being in Belgium for another conference. Butler passed him a file of blueprints halfway through the Caesar salad, and Artemis' day began.
While sifting through the stack of mails he had received, a pristine white envelope with no return address on it caught his eye. It possessed no mailing stamps and did not look like it had undergone the stringent screening process Butler subjected every piece of mail entering the Fowl household.
"Butler." the bodyguard appeared promptly, and took a look at the envelope lying on the table. "I want this checked." Butler exited the room, envelope in hand while Artemis busied himself with more important matters.
"It's harmless. And addressed exclusively to you." The Eurasian's voice made Artemis turn. Butler promptly handed him the letter, and Artemis began to skim through it, eyebrows raising a little as he read through it.
To Artemis Fowl II,
Since you have received this letter, consider the issue of utmost urgency and importance. This letter concerns your legacy and your parentage in particular.
At that the Fowl scion let out a scoff. As if I wouldn't know my own legacy.
As much as you would like to deny the following sentences and refute their claims, it is true - the Greek Gods are real.
And I'm Emperor Nero.
If you happen to be a child being raised by a single parent, with no whereabouts of your other parent, and also happen to be afflicted by dyslexia and/or ADHD, do not sideline these issues as effects of a broken family or some common medical condition. Neither is your ability to see things unexplained by science or rationale. Your disorders are a gift, which you will soon realise.
Artemis wanted to dismiss the letter as a hoax, but curiosity prompted him to read on.
There is a safe-house, a camp, for children like you. It is known by the name of Camp Half-Blood, but do not try to look it up on a directory or Google. You won't find it.
Because it's a prank.
However, your friends, who may walk funny, be physically disabled and use crutches, and who would possess a strong affinity for canned vegan food, can help you in this task. If you wish to contact us, do not hesitate to write back to us, or get back to us through these friends. The address is given below -
Camp Half-Blood,Half-Blood Hill,Long Island, NY
We look forward to seeing you whole and unharmed as soon as possible.
Chiron(Activities Director, Camp Half-Blood)
Once finished, Artemis tossed the letter away, Butler handing him another envelope, smaller and heavier. Artemis, curious as ever, opened the envelope. Twelve golden drachmas stared back at him, the owl and olive wreath with the letters 'Alpha, Theta, Epsilon' encased within it gleaming in the light. They looked like pure gold, but he wouldn't be fooled. Taking the envelope, he rushed to the basement, eager to test their authenticity.
A look of surprise and amusement graced his face as he analysed the reports. Each coin, the size of a Girl Scout cookie, was authentic 22 carat gold. The combined weight of the twelve coins came out to be 120 grams, making Artemis wonder who could be so eager to have him there to send him 3,600 pounds worth of gold in just a letter. He read the note accompanying the coins.
We thought we'd pay the cab fare, at least.
At that the Fowl boy smiled. "Butler, prepare the Learjet. I want to find out which camp requires 3,600 pounds for taxi fare."