Artemis Fowl Fanart Novels & Stories

Most showed ordinary childish things: flowers, birds, their house beneath crooked yellow suns, stick figures holding hands. But one drawing made him pause.. A thin figure labelled as MAMA stood near the backyard, flowers cluthced carefully in one hand. Beside her stood another figure. Taller. Drawn only with rough pencil strokes. No face. No details. Just a dark shape standing close enough to matter. Beneath the drawing, Zara had written carefully in uneven handwriting: HE LOVES MAMA'S MARIGOLDS. Something cold settled deep inside Arman's chest. He stared at the page for a long time before quietly putting it back exactly where he found it.

Their final product was 50% of their grades, so everyone strived to exert their creativity on their works of art. They were both lost in designing their pots when Cathy stopped by their table. Jena's design was displayed on top of the table, a fascinating drawing of a butterfly, complete with blue colored gossamer wings and a flaming orange-yellow body. "That's a wonderful drawing," Cathy admired it. When she returned it on the table, she brushed the back of her hand on Jena's nipples. Jena was stunned. Did Cathy just invade her body? "Excuse me?" Jena grasped Cathy's wrist. She decided not to let it go this time. "Can we have a word with you?"

she replies as she stands. "I wouldn't be so sure about that if I were you. Didn't you see my awesome drawing?" He remarks. He turns the pages of his notebook and tears out the page with the drawing. "Here," he stretches it to her. "You can have my amazing work of art. You can ask for my autograph another time," he grins. "No thank you. It's very awful for something called art." "No, it is not," he disagrees. "It looks like Fiona from Shrek," she tells him, watching him rise to his feet.

Although I knew it was wrong to eavesdrop, I extend my senses, listening carefully as they discuss the troubled past of someone named Artemis. ‘Artemis,’ Franz repeats, ‘wasn’t that Fallon’s wolf?’ ‘Wolf?’ "I had a wolf." Fallon’s voice whispers as she is unable to hide the hurt she is feeling. "I thought she was my wolf, but now I’m not so sure." "And what was that wolf’s name?" Donald asks gently. "Artemis." She responds, confirming the question that Franz had just asked me. "Her name was Artemis, the same as the moon goddess’ daughter."