A/N: This is my first FanFiction in the Artemis Fowl area. I have tried to make it as similar to Eoin Colfer's writing as possible, in order for it to be plausible. But please forgive if I get facts wrong; at least I tried.

Firstly, I need to get a few things straight. This occurs after The Lost Colony, so possible spoilers. But I'm sure we've all read that by now, being diehard Artemis Fowl fans and all, so that shouldn't be a problem.

Secondly, I have not yet decided if there should be any relationships in this story. If you feel at any point in time, a relationship would be appropriate, please don't hesitate to let me know via review or private message. Possible A/H, or maybe even A/M, as much as I despise Minerva.

Thirdly, I do not own Artemis Fowl, as much as I would love to.

And lastly… Do not forget to review!

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Artemis Fowl and the Last Haven

By: Know My Dark

Based on a Challenge by Lehrling Nr. drei

Blurb:

Artemis Fowl is back.

But an old enemy wants revenge. An enemy who will go to all heights to get what he wants – and this time, he’s not alone. This time, he has a powerful ally amongst the fairies themselves.

Meanwhile, Haven is being rocked. The assassination of the Atlantis ambassador and the subsequent hijacking of his shuttle has sent shockwaves through the underground communities. Is it a terrorist act by escaped goblins? Or is it something else?

Captain Holly Short knows it's the latter. But this time, she's met her match; and this time, the plan is not for world domination, but for world destruction…

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Prologue:

No-one noticed the tiny figure attached to the wall of Chute E931 to Sri Jayewardenepura.

She was secured to the rock face by two magnetic prongs in her boots, and two more at her wrists. The sharp prongs were oblong in shape, and were made of lactinium, which sought out the copious metal components in the rock (mostly iron) and clung to them like glue. She had designed them herself. They would only release their hold on the rock if the atoms were exposed to oxygen, which they currently weren't. Two rubber seals prevented the gas from reaching the metal. They could be slid in and out by voice command like retractable claws.

She checked her moonometer. It was nearly the twenty-seventh hour, Atlantis time. The moon would be moving into the night sky above ground in less than twenty minutes. She was exactly on schedule.

The tiny second hand ticked silently. She watched it with a patience born out of decades of practice. It was ten minutes to twenty-seven.

Five minutes. The chute wall began to shudder slightly, and a soft beep emanated from her moonometer. She accepted it with perfect calm.

Four minutes. Three minutes thirty…

Three.

The shuttle came looming out of the darkness, cruising slowly like a lazy animal. Its blunt nose-cone gleamed a dull silver in the semi-darkness. Its windows were tinted a faint grey (against regulations, but Atlanteans rarely bothered with Haven regulations); and it was possible to see two nasty-looking ray cannons poking tentatively out of the sides of the craft. A long communications aerial jutted out from the nose like a stray hair.

Two.

She could see the elf flying the shuttle now. He was Atlantean, but short for his species. He wasn't even manning the controls; a computer-generated flight path had already been designated to the craft, and the shuttle was following it with pinpoint accuracy.

Which she already knew. And which she now intended to exploit.

One minute thirty.

The shuttle's nose was twenty metres away and getting closer, albeit at a snail's pace. The Atlantean ambassador, as everyone in Haven knew, was a constant victim of chute-sickness.

Another five metres and she'd be squashed into elf pancake against the chute wall.

One minute ten…

Nine…

Three metres left. She didn't even flinch. Air currents tugged at her tiny frame, but the latinium prongs held.

Three…

Two…

One…

Zero.

And at one minute to twenty-seven, a tiny device concealed in one of the leather-lined couches within the shuttle detonated. It bore the same principles of a blue rinse, albeit it had been modified to have only a ten metre diameter. The figure attached to the wall of Chute E931 watched calmly as a blue-tinged wave engulfed the shuttle's cockpit only two metres from her face, the pilot jerking twice as his heart attempted to fight the deadly gas, then collapsed in a heap on the control panel.

The blue wave fanned out from the shuttle suddenly, tendrils reaching for the still figure only metres away; and at a ruler's length from her, suddenly faded and died. Perfect.

The shuttle continued to move forward.

She waited until the giant craft was one metre away, then lithely deactivated the lactinium prongs securing her to the rock. Nimble as a cat, she caught one of the ray cannons – careful not to touch the cannon's tip, which was undoubtedly still pulsing with hot plasma – and swung herself onto the craft's nose.

Exactly one minute later, she was inside the shuttle.

Above her, the human world slept soundly. But not for long.

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A/N: Hmm. Short, I know, but this is just a Prologue. Chapter 1 will be up soon. Meanwhile, please review. Artemis and Holly in Chapter 1, I promise. And Chapter 1 will be long(er).

Next chapter – Chapter 1: Dropping In on Holly.

And because I love you all, here's a sneak preview on Chapter 1:

"Holly liked demons. Really.

At least, that was what she had told the Council during the Inquiry into the Minerva Paradizo affair. They were the eighth family of magical creatures, and so deserved the same protection and rights as any business-elf which walked the streets of Haven. Saving Hybras was necessary and, as Foaly had eloquently put it, about as unavoidable as getting hit by a soggy missile from a dwarf's behind. The demons were perfectly docile creatures.

Holly liked them.

It is difficult to retain that belief, however, when you are within a reinforced steel box several thousand kilometres under the ocean…"

And another preview for further on in the Chapter – because I love all you who might please? review:

"For the first time in Artemis Fowl's life, he was losing a game of chess.

It wasn't as humiliating as he'd thought it would be, actually. But then again, he'd never actually thought about how it would feel to actually lose one. Artemis had limited experience with losing. The concept didn't occur to the fourteen-year-old Irish boy very often…"

Tantalizing? I hope so!

Till next time,

Know My Dark