Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN ARTEMIS FOWL NOR ANY OF THE WRITTEN PIECES BELOW. THIS IS MERELY TO POINT OUT WHAT IS WRITTEN AT THE BOTTOM OF THE BOOKS.

Artemis Fowl
by Leoanda Taylor

The prophecies of Ohm Phlegm Pot Cleaner to Fronde Lfen King.

I am Ohm Phlegm Pot Cleaner of the King. But I am much more than that, for I see the future written in phlegm. For centuries we pixies have read the phlegm, but I am the best there has ever been. My visions are generally of little importance. I foretell outbreaks of troll pox, or gas spasms among elderly dwarfs. But sometimes, even a poor pot cleaner can see wonderous things.

A vision came to me two moons ago, when I was gazing deep into his majesty's own phlegm pot. I was heating the pot over a flames when the sign appeared. This vision was more vivid and detailed than any I had previously seen. Because of it's importance I decided to write it down for prosterity. And so I can say I told you so. I saw an age when the people have been driven underground by the mud men.

This is what the Phlegm told me.

In this tome one shall come among us. Fowl by name, and foul by nature. A mud man unlike any other. He shall learn our secrets and use them against us. His face is pale, he has dark eyes and raven hair. Yet it must be a mistake for he seems a meer youth. Surely no mud boy could outwit the people.

But now I see that the boy is not alone. He is aided by a formidable worrior, scarred from a thousand battles.

This Fowl shall hold the people to ransom for their most precious possession. Gold. And in spite of all our magic, there is a chance that he will prevail. For he has discovered how to escape the time field. Unfortunately how the story ends, I cannot say. But there was more to see. There is another story to come.

Someone will bring the people and mud men together. The worst of both races. This fairy's goal is to grind all the creatures of the earth beneath he boot. And who is this traitor? It is not clear. But he shall start a war unlike anything the people have ever seen. Those who were enemies, shall now be united against him. And for the first time, there will be mud men below ground.

I have one clue to his identity, a riddle.

Goblins shall rise, and Haven shall fall, a villainous elf is behind it all, to find the one who disappoints, look ye to where the finger points. Instead of one face this elf has two. Both speak false and none speak true. While publically he lends a helping hand, his true aim is to seize command.

I know. It's not very plain, is it? I don't understand it either. But perhaps the future all will become clear. Look for a power hungry elf, who has a finger pointed at him during our tale. And so this is Olms legacy.

A warning that may save the world from total destruction. These not much to work with, I know. The details are a bit sketchy. My advice to you is to consult the phlegm. It may be that you are sensitive. I have buried this prophecy with my phlegm pot. If you are not fortunate enough to work as a phlegm pot cleaner, then there is usually a supply of phlegm every time you have a cold.

Here endeth the first prophecy of Olm.

But because of the importance of my visions I shall repeat the phrophecies once more.

If you have just begun to understand the text, then read on.

I you have worked out the entire message, the congratulations!

Now go and save the world.

A/N: Well, this was translated directly from the book, and yes, I was extremely bored when I did it. Thank you for reading! The next lot will be up soon (I also translated them!) Thank you!