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Author's Note:

First ever Artemis Fowl fic. Forgive me if I get some of my canon-facts wrong (books 2, 3 and 4 are awfully hazy to me for some reason…). Feel free to point out errors, but please don't full out flame me over them.

This has TTP spoilers, and takes off pretty much where the sixth book ended.

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Prologue

Your Inner Demoness

Opal ran. Ran like she'd never before in her life, for hours straight, but the pounding of her heart and the stitch in her side weren't enough to quench the exhilarating adrenaline that was rushing through her. She didn't even notice what a sorry state her outfit was in. After months of writing to politicians, pretending to beg for mercy, finally – finally, she'd saved herself.

Literally.

The Opal from eight long years ago, bleeding and bruised by the kraken shell, had managed to rescue her present self before fading into time. Opal knew where she'd gone – back into the time stream to go back into the past. She needed to, to carry out all her plans from the beginning. And the pixie knew all this because she herself had done it before.

In her past, Opal had been attacked by kraken shells, but lived so that she could rescue her future self. Now, she was her future self and, as expected, had been rescued by her younger self. … Mind boggling, she chuckled, wryly.

Opal finally slowed and collapsed when she was satisfied with the distance she'd put between herself and the prison. Her mind swimming in exhaustion, she fell to the ground when she reached the bottom of a large tree. She was above ground, on Mud Man territory, but she could barely bring herself to care. There would be few Mud Men around this natural site, so close to Tara. She glanced at the skies, her eyes lingering appreciatively on the moon as the close-by river sounded soothingly.

Magic.

Opal needed magic. She was drained – they didn't take good care of you in prison. Gulping a little, she started shifting the soft earth beneath her. After decades of injecting herself with blood, genes, potions, elixirs, etc., the Ritual never did work properly for her. On lucky days, everything would be all right. On unlucky ones, she'd have to find yet another of her inventions to help the Ritual take effect. She hoped this was her lucky night. Everything else seemed to be going well…

Opal's fingers curled around an acorn. But before she could smile in triumph, a small dart suddenly appeared at her hand, its needle buried into her wrist. She could only widen her eyes, as a wave of nausea swept over her and the world fuzzed at the edges. Had the LEP found her?! What the hell was going on?!

"I don't suppose you would consider a peaceful surrender?" a cool, feminine voice – one that sounded much like Opal's own – sounded behind her.

Opal managed to fight whatever drug that entered her system and turn around. A small blonde human girl stepped out of the shadows and into the moonlight. Opal's face twisted in a wide range of negative emotions, and her scowl intensified when the girl took another step toward her. "Stay back!" Opal barked.

The blonde looked thoughtful for a second. "They never do," she answered her own question. She looked off to the right. "Juan?"

D'Arvit… Opal couldn't react before another dart pierced her, this time in her shoulder. This one was just as strong, maybe stronger, than the first one. She tried desperately to fight it, but just couldn't. She was too weak. She didn't even have the strength to be angry when she crumpled to the ground – so much effort and energy into escaping from prison, only to be caught again. By a captor who was probably worse than the police.

Before Opal's vision went black, she looked up and made out the blonde standing over her, her pale face blocking out the moon. As angry and weak as Opal was, she took a moment to take the appearance of the girl in: Light blue eyes behind thick, yet stylish rectangular glasses… Golden curls framing her face and tumbling around her shoulders… Long, dark brown, tapered jacket… Matching, high-heeled boots…

Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

Ha.

End of Prologue

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A/N There's the prologue. A/Hness starts next chapter. I still haven't decided which direction I'll go with Opal and Minerva's relationship, so tell me what you think.

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