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A few months after The Lost Colony…
Artemis Fowl turned to the small demon warlock seated in his office. Of course, that demon was known as N°1…
"So… I called you here to answer a simple question; do you think there would be any possibility of, say… me traveling to the future?" Asked the raven-haired, fourteen-year-old boy.
"Why would you want to time travel anyway? You know how last time turned out," the demon replied, thinking that Holly would most likely disapprove of the secret meeting he was having with Artemis.
"Yes, I remember perfectly well, N°1," said Artemis. "As to why…" A small smirk stretched on his lips. "I'm curious about the future. I know you said that it would be very difficult to travel to a place or time you do not have any experience of, but there must be a way."
N°1 turned away from Artemis's stare, ready to cover his ears and sing in his head just to make sure not to get in trouble… Artemis was smart, but he was indeed troublesome… Could he handle the future? Probably. Would N°1 help him get there? Unlikely.
"N°1," Artemis leaned forward in his chair. "This is very important. I don't know as much as you about time travel… I am not asking you to take me to the future, but only to tell me if you think, or know of anyway it could be done." The demon warlock bit his tongue. The look on his face was all Artemis needed as an answer… The boy frowned. "You don't know any then? Disappointing," he leaned back in the armchair.
N°1 was getting more and more claustrophobic in Artemis's office. I won't be able to say no… No! I have to say no! The poor demon was thorn between his friendship with Artemis and the possible punishment he could get if he ever dared to help the kid. Fidgeting, he let out one quick breath. "Yes, it is possible!" And he bit his tongue again. He had already said way too much.
A smirk formed over the 14-year-old's lips. "And do you know under which conditions it would be possible?"
"I can't tell you! Holly and Foaly could find out and blame me and force me to be interrogated by the LEP and put me in jail –" He stopped midway through his stream of thoughts, trying to calm down.
"N°1, I can assure you, they would do no such thing…" Artemis said calmly. "Think about it; what I could achieve if I went into the future. I could find cures for illnesses that we have no way of dealing with now; endless possibilities, N°1, trust me."
The demon tried to raise an eyebrow, without much success, perhaps due to his lack of eyebrows. "You? Finding cures for diseases?" He exploded in a fit of loud laughter. Artemis frowned and N°1 stopped laughing. "Since when do you care about other Mud people?"
"Oh, why I've always cared, N°1." Artemis gave the small demon a rather intense look with his mismatching eyes. "Are you suggesting that I do not care for my own race?"
"No, no, no…" Why was N°1 so terrified of that boy at this instant? "I meant that…" He paused searching for the right words. "Your relationship with those of your own race are not exactly the friendliest ones…" He chuckled in an attempt to ease the mood in the room.
"That might be true… But I am not immune to any of the deadly diseases, N°1…"
"Are you ill?" The small warlock's worries could be heard through his voice. Was Artemis dying? "You know that the future can be very unstable, right? Maybe you will not even be able to find what you are looking for once you get there… You know, paradoxes…" N°1 tried to put some space between him and the human to think more clearly. "Would you promise me that Foaly and Holly would not know about this if I helped you?" The demon cocked his head; maybe that a promise from Artemis Fowl was not the most honest of things… "No," he said. "Never mind. Don't promise it, swear it!"
Artemis gave him a smile. "I swear to it… Foaly and Holly will not know."
Chills went down N°1's spine. "What are you trying to do exactly? I mean, I do know that you want to go to the future, but how must I help you? If I decided to help you, that is."
"If I am to go into the future, I will need something to anchor me back home, or at least that's what you told me," explained Artemis.
"That is correct," confirmed N°1. Putting one and one together was rather simple; the demon would act as the anchor point. "I suppose I could have the abilities to do that…" He said, borrowing a suspicious tone he had once heard in a human police movie; not wanting to let Artemis know that his manipulations were extremely effective on him.
"I know you'd have the abilities… So, will you assist me?"
"If I were to assist you, you would have to own a fair amount of magic yourself. Do you?"
"Dare I say…"
"We're still talking hypothetically here –" N°1 giggled at the fact that he had used the word "hypothetically." What a funny word, he thought. "You would need to concentrate on where you want to end up, and since it's in the future, and that no one really knows what's in there, you would have to take a wild guess."
"I am rather good with imagining what the future could be like, I am sure I'd do perfectly fine."
"And then, I would have to get into my position of power," the demon rested the weight of his whole body on his tail. "And send you a special dose of magic… Like this…" Artemis felt the magic rush through his veins and reach the base of his skull. "Then,you would have to concentrate on the magic and on your destination…"
The pale teenager nodded. His face changed to what Juliet had named the focus-face, which was a pretty self explanatory name.
Before he could even realize what he had done, N°1 was standing alone in Artemis Fowl's study.
Oh-oh… What have I done! What. Have. I. Done? Holly is not going to like that! I'm going to jail! The demon could do nothing but panic as he figured out that he had just sent Artemis into the unknown.