Ireland, Dublin, 12 am.

This time, no criminal activities or traveling around the world. Sometimes, it’s worth just taking a walk around your favorite city and taking a break from it all? Especially considering how much has passed in the seven years of Artemis Fowl's life, since his eleventh birthday. It was worth at least one day to rest. And on this day, they were going to just walk around the city (why them? Because Butler is always with him). They walked in silence, because they didn’t need conversation to communicate. Silence is sometimes the best thing that can support their close connection. Still, sometimes they exchanged a few words, but then fell silent again.

But their silence will not last long.

Irish, already a guy, noticed a strange crowd in the corner of the street that surrounded only one place. Together with Butler, they moved closer to see what happened. And it wasn't that much fun. A man of about thirty was lying on the ground and writhing. He grabbed his wrist with groans and cries of pain. Artemis immediately looked and realized that it was a serious burn. The fourth one for sure. But here you were... standing nearby.

Artemis looked at you, but did not recognize you. You were covered with a cloak (which is strange for today). But he managed to notice that your skin... is a strange shade. Not human.

"Are these magical people?.. No, I haven't seen anyone with purple skin." - The boy thought to himself, a little surprised at himself. - "At most some sprites, but usually they have greenish or blue skin."

Butler. - Artemis said quietly, turning his head to the bodyguard. - Make sure this person doesn’t run away.