Artemis stopped dead for a moment. “W-was it the mafiya?”
“The mafia?”
“No, no, you stupid woman, the Russian mafiya! How did they die?!” Artemis shouted.
“It was a car accident…” The nurse said, looking down at Artemis with that same look of pity. “Your parents died, but the fire department arrived in time to save you. Your guardians noticed that you were not the same, and soon after realized that you were refusing to answer to your actual name or even admit that your parents were dead. And they sent you here.”
“A car accident? No, father and mother never drove a car—they would have had Butler or Juliet drive for them.”
“You guardians also noted that you have begun to create a fantasy world for you to live in—one where you are a criminal, and work with elves and fairies to save the world.”
That is my life! Not a story! Artemis’ mind began to process the information. Obviously this woman is mistaken. There has been some kind of error. Did I re-enter into this ill-fated couple’s car, and so they took me to be their son? Then where is Holly? And Qwan? And No. 1? And for that matter, where is the entire population of Hybras? I can’t believe that no one has noticed a hundred or more demons materialize in the English Channel for not reason at all. Either the spell has thrown me into some kind of misunderstanding or…
…this is a trap. It’s Opal Koboi, or Ark Soot, or maybe even Jon Spiro has escaped and put me here. Spiro has enough money to get the most honest person to tell obvious lies, and Soot has enough mesmer under his command to convince an entire country I’m the Easter Bunny. But which is it…?
“Sean…?” The nurse looked at the boy, concerned. “Are you all right? I understand that this is a lot to take in, so if you’d rather—”
“I’m sorry, Nurse…?” Artemis paused for a name.
“Oh! I’m Nurse Hedgerow.”
“Well, Nurse Hedgerow, I’m sorry to have been so insistent with you. My apologies. I’ll cooperate from now on, I promise!” He ground out, nearly choking on the last, extremely juvenile oath. But Nurse Hedgerow seemed to buy it. She smiled and patted Artemis on the head.
“Good! Well then, I’ll take you to the courtyard, and you can meet some of your new friends!”
“Oh good!” Artemis said, as sweetly as possible for him. This was going to be a long day.
(Italics taken from Artemis Fowl: The Lost Colony by Eoin Colfer)
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“The mafia?”
“No, no, you stupid woman, the Russian mafiya! How did they die?!” Artemis shouted.
“It was a car accident…” The nurse said, looking down at Artemis with that same look of pity. “Your parents died, but the fire department arrived in time to save you. Your guardians noticed that you were not the same, and soon after realized that you were refusing to answer to your actual name or even admit that your parents were dead. And they sent you here.”
“A car accident? No, father and mother never drove a car—they would have had Butler or Juliet drive for them.”
“You guardians also noted that you have begun to create a fantasy world for you to live in—one where you are a criminal, and work with elves and fairies to save the world.”
That is my life! Not a story! Artemis’ mind began to process the information. Obviously this woman is mistaken. There has been some kind of error. Did I re-enter into this ill-fated couple’s car, and so they took me to be their son? Then where is Holly? And Qwan? And No. 1? And for that matter, where is the entire population of Hybras? I can’t believe that no one has noticed a hundred or more demons materialize in the English Channel for not reason at all. Either the spell has thrown me into some kind of misunderstanding or…
…this is a trap. It’s Opal Koboi, or Ark Soot, or maybe even Jon Spiro has escaped and put me here. Spiro has enough money to get the most honest person to tell obvious lies, and Soot has enough mesmer under his command to convince an entire country I’m the Easter Bunny. But which is it…?
“Sean…?” The nurse looked at the boy, concerned. “Are you all right? I understand that this is a lot to take in, so if you’d rather—”
“I’m sorry, Nurse…?” Artemis paused for a name.
“Oh! I’m Nurse Hedgerow.”
“Well, Nurse Hedgerow, I’m sorry to have been so insistent with you. My apologies. I’ll cooperate from now on, I promise!” He ground out, nearly choking on the last, extremely juvenile oath. But Nurse Hedgerow seemed to buy it. She smiled and patted Artemis on the head.
“Good! Well then, I’ll take you to the courtyard, and you can meet some of your new friends!”
“Oh good!” Artemis said, as sweetly as possible for him. This was going to be a long day.
(Italics taken from Artemis Fowl: The Lost Colony by Eoin Colfer)