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VII ( Very Important Information)

Just so you guys don't get confused. The mood and attitude change of Sherlock Holmes will be explained later on in the chapter!

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Percy Jackson's pov

I stared at the boy in front of me with wide eyes. He wore a brown grimy jacket that covered almost all of him and had disheveled raven black hair. But the thing that stood out the most was his eyes, eyes that could belong to either a murderer or a psychopath or even both. I opened my mouth. I wanted to say something, something that could ease the bewilderment in my head. I could have said a thousand of other things but only one came out of my mouth.

" Did you just shoot him? I asked with a hint of hysteria.

The boy just tilted his head to the side. " You didn't want him to be shot? Don't you know that he almost did one of the unforgivable cursed on you?"

" No I-" I paused. " What is an unforgivable curse?"

The boy just shook his head. " You are an idiot. There are three unforgivable curses there is the killing curse, Avada Kadavra, Imperius Curse, Imperio, and the one you almost got hit by, the cruciatus curse, Crucio." He explained.

I didn't really understand the boy's explanation only the killing curse but I just nodded, not wanting to be insulted again.

It was then that they heard a groan from the floor. The two boys looked down at the figure lying down on the floor.

" It looks as if the paralysis is wearing off." I said.

" No, it is not paralysis, he was acting." He said to me. I was confused.

" No, I am pretty sure that he got hit by that curse which paralyzed… Artemis did he say his name was?"

The other boy just ignored me and looked down. "Artemis Fowl, my apologies for not having prevented the Paralysis Spell, but you really didn't need protection, you perfectly handled it yourself. My name is Sherlock Holmes, at your service." He said with grace.

I was confused about what the boy, Sherlock, said about not needing protection when the boy had obviously been paralyzed by a powerful spell but I said nothing.

Then the boy, Artemis, with surprising easy grace had hopped back onto his feet as if nothing had happened.

" That was a very good deduction you made there. How did you know I wasn't paralyzed? Artemis said with a humorless smile.

" It was all there, the way your heart rate didn't slow down enough for a person to be actually be paralyzed but the death eater didn't need to know that." Sherlock said smirking.

My head was spinning ' What is a death eater and why did he attack us?' But the problem was just starting.

" Now to business" Sherlock said. He pointed his revolver out and pointed it at Artemis. " Who is your father and what did he want from us!" he demanded.

In return Artemis had pulled out his wand and was pointing at Sherlock. " I was wondering why you were hiding from us."

The almost calm atmosphere was gone with paranoia and suspicion replacing it. Me, I was like the spectator that didn't know what to do. I held up my Riptide that I had picked up for protection.

" Why are you guys fighting? Isn't it obvious that we aren't the enemy here. He was!" I pointed at the unconscious man beside the door.

" Ah.. how oblivious and simple mind you have Percy, I envy you" Sherlock said.

I fumed and felt my face heat up. ' It isn't my fault that I am not smart as you two!', and I really don't know what happened at that moment I lost control, the confusion and the frustration that dwelled on me exploded, especially directed to the two boys, Artemis and Sherlock. We coincidentally were crossing a river of some foreign country and my emotions started making the water wind up and all of a sudden thousands of gallons of water rose up and came straight toward our compartment and impacted straight at the two. The water proved effective, the wand and the revolver were flung out of their reach and I took that time to use my control over water to confiscate the two weapons. I was not at all wet during the pandemonium and I relished the expression given by the two boys. I knew I had revealed my identity as a demigod but for the moment I was enjoying every second of it.

For a few minutes nobody dared move. The light of the train had come on once again and then for the slightest moment I almost believed that there was peace in the room. The first figure to get up was Artemis, his face was masked with a disguise of a very blank look. He got up and looked at Percy. The intensity of his gaze unnerved me but I put on a warrior stance and masked my face with a look of indifference. This could have gone for awhile but Artemis just plopped down on one of the wet seats tiredly and closed his eyes. He looked like he was in some deep thought that nobody could have hoped to understand. Then there was a groan and Sherlock, coming out of his unconscious sat up. For a moment I was confused, the person sitting up was the same person that I met a moment ago that had tried to shoot Artemis but his aura and the feeling around him had changed so drastically that it frightened me and his eyes had changed too. Those psychopath eyes that had been there had been vanished with innocence replacing it. 'Innocence? He almost killed two people!' my mind shouted. But it was true, and my instinct didn't lie.

" Why is the compartment all wet?" said a very confused Sherlock.

I stared at him and I saw Artemis do too, no he was observing him.

" Um.. because I… accidently spilled a large gallon of water." I was actually half joking and maybe a little hopeful that he did believe it.

"Oh okay! Were you playing a game?" A very cheerful Sherlock said.

It was not only his personality that had changed, his voice had gone from serious and commanding to childish and playful. He was actually behaving like a real child. I couldn't believe it! Where did the adult, sophisticated and murderous Sherlock go? He must be acting.

" Drop the act Sherlock. Do you think I am that dumb to fall for your charades?" I said annoyed and with anger.

Sherlock furrowed his brows. " What do you mean? Are you mad at me?" tears glistened in this eyes.

Can you believe it? Real tears!

Then Artemis interrupted them. " No. He's telling the truth and he isn't acting. I am a psychologist and I can't prove this right now but I have a hunch that he has Multiple Personality Disorder, he has all the symptoms, and I know when somebody is lying or not."

" That isn't right. How can someone just change their whole personality around like that?" I said.

At that moment Sherlock turned and saw the unconscious body of the death eater. I had made sure the water did not touch him in case he would've woken up by the impact..

Sherlock's eyes went wide. " Is that man dead?" the child said.

I didn't know if I imagined this but I thought I heard a hint of interest in his voice.

" No. He's not." Artemis said. Then looked at the man with disgust. " I am going to go dispose of the body. I wouldn't want the authorities finding it in our property."

Then, with a 'Wingardium Leviosa' Artemis carried the man and left the compartment and I was left with a senile Sherlock.

The boy stared at me curiously, like he never met me before.

" What's your name?" he said.

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