Artemis Fowl. The Lost Colony af-5

by Eoin Colfer

  'It's a simple magical construct. Instead of allowing the sparks to roam on instinct, I marshal them into a recognizable form. It takes time and effort, but in time you will have this micro-control too.'

  'No,' said No.1. I mean what is that?' Qwan sighed. 'It's a monkey.'

  As their numbers grew, the demons became more and more agitated.

  The warriors crashed horns in a show of strength. They bashed each other's chest plates with their forearms and made a big show of sharpening their swords on stones.

  'I miss Butler,' said Artemis.

  'Me too,' said Holly, scanning the crowd for the greatest threat. It wasn't easy to decide. Every demon in the crowd seemed as though he was on the verge of hurling himself at the new arrivals. Holly had seen three-dimensional models of demons, of course, but she had never seen the real thing. The models were accurate enough, but they couldn't capture the bloodlust in the creatures' eyes, or the eerie whines that curled out of their noses as battle fever possessed them.

  Abbot barged through to the front of the group and Holly instantly trained her weapon on his chest.

  'Qwan!' said Abbot, obviously amazed. 'You're alive? I thought the warlocks were all dead.'

  'Except the one that helped you,' said No.1 before he could stop himself.

  Abbot took a step back. 'Well, yes. Except that one.'

  Qwan closed his fist and the monkey disappeared. 'I know you,' he said slowly, searching for the memories. 'You were at Taillte. You were a dissenter.'

  Abbot drew himself up. 'That's right. I am Abbot the dissenter. We never should have come here. We should have met the humans head-on. The warlocks betrayed us!' He levelled his sword at Qwan.

  'You betrayed us!'

  The other demons growled and rattled their weapons.

  Abbot took a moment to study the other members of the group.

  'A human! That's a human. You have brought the enemy to our door.

  How long before the rest of them follow in their metal birds?'

  'Metal birds?' said Artemis in Gnommish. 'What metal birds? All we have are crossbows, remember?'

  There followed a collective ooh, as the demons realized that this human spoke their language, albeit with an accent. Abbot decided to change the subject. This boy was picking holes in his story. 'And you brought an elf too, warlock. Armed with a magical weapon. The elves betrayed us at Taillte!'

  Qwan was getting bored with all this posturing. 'I know, everybody betrayed you at Taillte. Why don't you give the order you're working up to? You want us dead. Give the order, and see if our brother demons will attack the only being who can save them.'

  Abbot realized that he was on very dangerous ground. This poisonous little bunch had to be dealt with. Quickly and permanently.

  'You want to die so much? So be it, you can die.' He pointed his sword at the small group and was on the verge of roaring 'Kill them!' or perhaps 'Death to the traitors!' when Qwan snapped his fingers. He did this in a very showy way, setting off a magical mini-explosion.

  'I remember you now. Your name isn't Abbot. You're N'zall, the idiot who ruined the time spell. But you seem different. Those red markings.'

  Abbot flinched as if struck. A few of the older demons sniggered.

  Abbot's demon name wasn't brought up very much. Abbot was a little embarrassed by it, not surprisingly since N'zall meant 'little horn' in the old demon cant.

  'It is you, N'zall. It's all coming back to me now. You and that other moron, Bludwin — you were against the time spell. You wanted to fight it out with the humans.'

  'I still do,' roared Abbot, overcompensating after the mention of his true name. 'There's one right here. We can start with him.'

  Qwan was angry now, for the first time since he came back to life. 'We had it all worked out. We had a circle of seven in the volcano, the lava was rising, and everything was under control, then you and Bludwin hopped out from behind a rock and broke the circle.'

  Abbot's laugh was hollow. 'This never happened. You have been away too long, warlock. You have gone mad.'

  Qwan's eyes burned with blue sparks, and magic rippled along the length of his arms. 'I have been a statue for ten thousand years because of you.'

  'Nobody believes a word of this, warlock.'

  'I believe it,' said No.1. And there were some in the demon camp who believed it too. It was in their eyes.

  'You tried to murder the warlocks!' continued Qwan accusingly. 'There was some commotion and Bludwin went into the volcano. His energy tainted the spell. Then you dragged my apprentice, Qweffor, into the lava too. Both of you went in. I saw it.' Qwan frowned, trying to piece it all together. 'But you didn't die. You didn't die because the spell had already started. The magic transported you away before the lava could melt your bones. But where did Qweffor go? Where did you go?'

  No.1 knew the answer to that question. 'He went into the future. He told our secrets to the humans in exchange for one of their storybooks and an ancient weapon from a museum.'

  Abbot pointed the sword at him. 'I was going to let you live, impling.'

  No.1 felt a knot of rage in his stomach. 'Like you let me live the last time? You told me to jump into the crater. You mesmerized me!'

  Abbot was in a tough spot. He could order the Council to attack, but that would leave many questions unanswered, and he couldn't mesmerize everybody. But if he let Qwan keep talking, every one of his secrets could be exposed. What he needed was some time to think.

  Unfortunately time was something he did not have. He would have to use his wits and weapons to get out of this situation.

  'I mesmerized you! Don't be ridiculous. Demons don't have magic. We abhor magic.' Abbot shook his head in disbelief. 'What am I even doing explaining myself to a runt like you? Shut your mouth, Number One, or

  I'll stitch it shut and throw you into the volcano.'

  Qwan did not appreciate his new apprentice being threatened.

  'I have had enough of you, N'zall. You would threaten warlocks?

  Number One, as you call him, has more power inside him than you will ever have.'

  Abbot laughed. 'For once you are right, old warlock. I have no power inside me. Not a single spark of magic. What I do have is the power of my fist, and the strength of the pride behind me.'

  Artemis was growing tired of this bickering.

  'We don't have time for this,' he said, stepping out from behind Qwan.

  'The time spell is unravelling and we need to make preparations for the journey home. For that journey, we need all the magic we can get.

  Including yours, N'zall or Abbot or whatever your name is.'

  'I don't argue with humans,' growled Abbot. 'But if I did, I might repeat that I don't have any magic.'

  'Oh, come on,' scoffed Artemis. 'I know the side effects of the mesmer.

  Including ragged pupils and bloodshot eyes. Some of your friends here have been mesmerized so much they barely have pupils any more.'

  'And where did I get this magic?'

  'You stole it in the time tunnel. I imagine you and Qweffor were literally melted together by the combination of lava and magic. When you emerged in Earth's recent past, you managed to hold on to some warlock magic.'

  This was a bit of a stretch for everyone present. Abbot realized that he wouldn't need the mesmer to convince anybody that the human's theory was ridiculous. He could destroy this human's argument before destroying the human.

  Abbot made a great show of scoffing at Artemis. He did the whole big tribe leader bit, running his nails along the curves of his horns, and barking out short bursts of laughter. Pretty soon, almost everyone else was laughing along.

  'So, human,' said Abbot, when the furore had died down. 'I stole magic in the time tunnel. You must be losing your mind, Mud Boy. Maybe that's because I'm about to order my imps to skin your bones and suck the marrow from them. Even if what you say were possible, how would you know? How would a human know?' And Abbot grinned smugly, certain that no satisfactory answer
could possibly be forthcoming.

  Artemis Fowl grinned right back at him and pointed his index finger at the sky. Actually it was his middle finger, due to the time-tunnel switch.

  From the tip of this finger sprang a small blue spark which exploded like a tiny firework.

  'I know magic can be stolen,' said Artemis. 'Because I stole some myself.'

  This piece of melodrama was greeted by a moment of stunned silence; then Qwan cackled loudly.

  'I said you were smart, Mud Boy. I was wrong, you are exceptional.

  Even in the time tunnel you were plotting. Stole a little magic, did you?'

  Artemis shrugged, closing his fingers on the sparks. 'It was floating around. I wondered what would happen if I embraced it.'

  Qwan squinted at him. 'Now you know. You are changed.

  A magical creature like us. I hope you will use your gift wisely.'

  'Just what we need,' moaned Holly. 'Artemis Fowl with magical powers.'

  'I believe that if we count Mister N'zall here that makes five magical beings. Enough to reverse the time spell.'

  Abbot was sunk and he knew it. The other demons were looking at him curiously. Wondering if he had been manipulating them magically. Even a few of the mesmerized Council were struggling to shake off their mental chains. It was only a matter of minutes before his dreams of kingship floated forever out of his reach.

  There was only one option left to him.

  'Kill them all!' he roared, not quite as fiercely as he would have liked.

  'Imps, you have free rein.'

  The mesmerized Council members lurched into action, not quite as graceful in battle as they would normally be. The imps were so delighted to be given a chance to kill something with only two legs that they barged forward with unconfined glee.

  'Blood and guts!' howled one, and they all took up the cry. It was not particularly eloquent, but it got the message across.

  Holly was not particularly worried. Her Neutrino could fire as fast as she could aim, and with a wide beam setting she could stun the entire line of demons and imps before they could do any damage. In theory.

  She elbowed Artemis aside, took a stand and began firing. The beams erupted from the pistol in a spreading cone pattern. Blasting the demons off their feet and keeping them down for at least ten minutes.

  Except for the ones that were getting back up immediately. Which seemed to be most of them. Even the imps were shaking off the blasts as if they were mere gusts of wind.

  Holly frowned. This should not be happening. And she didn't dare raise the setting for fear of doing permanent damage. Something she would not risk under any circumstances.

  'Qwan?' she said. 'My beam's not having much effect. Any ideas?'

  Holly knew that warlocks weren't much use in combat situations. It was against their credo to harm, and they would only do so in the most dire situations. By the time Qwan overcame his pacifist nature, it would be too late.

  While Qwan scratched his chin, Holly kept firing. Each pulse brought down a bunch of demons, but they were back on their feet in seconds.

  'If the Council has been mesmerized, I can heal them,' concluded Qwan.

  'But the brain is delicate; I need direct contact.'

  'No time for that,' said Holly, loosing another burst. 'Artemis, have you got anything?'

  Artemis had his hand on his stomach. T really need to use a bathroom.

  A second ago I was fine. But now. .'

  Holly really wished her wings were operational. If she could just get a bird's eye view on the targets, it would be much easier.

  'Bathroom, Artemis? Is this really the time?'

  One demon made it past the laser bursts. Close enough to smell. Holly ducked under his swinging mace, kicking him in the chest. The air left his lungs in a whoof, and the demon went down gasping for breath.

  'I need the bathroom, and your Neutrino is having barely any effect.

  Time is speeding up. We're in a surge.' Artemis grabbed Holly's shoulder, causing a burst to sail off high and wide.

  'I need to get to the bomb. It could explode at any moment.'

  Holly shrugged him off. 'Safety tip, Artemis. Don't jiggle me when I'm firing. Qwan, can you buy us some time?'

  'Time,' said Qwan, smiling. 'You know, it's ironic that we need time because. .'

  Holly ground her teeth. Why did she always have to end up with the intellectuals?

  No.1 had been equal parts terrified and thoughtful during the attack.

  Terrified for the obvious reasons: dismemberment, painful death, etc.

  But also thoughtful. He was a warlock. There must be something he could do. Before he left the island, he would have been stunned into inactivity by the suddenness and ferocity of this attack. Now, it wasn't even the worst thing he'd faced. Those security Mud Men in the chateau.

  The big ones with the suits and fire sticks. No.1 could see them in his head, as clearly as though they were here.

  Instead of allowing the sparks to roam on instinct, I marshal them into a recognizable form.

  No.1 concentrated on the human figures in his memory, wrapping them with magic, bringing them forth. He felt them solidifying as though the blood in his forehead were freezing. When the pressure became too much for his forehead, he expelled it into reality, conjuring up ghostly images of a dozen human mercenaries, blasting away with automatic weapons. It was a spectacular sight. Even Abbot reared back. The rest more than reared back — they turned and ran.

  'Nice, Qwan. Good thinking,' said Artemis.

  Qwan was puzzled. 'You can read my thoughts? Oh, you mean the soldiers. That was not me. Number One is a very powerful little warlock. In ten years he could move this island on his own.'

  Abbot was left standing ten paces from the group with his sword in his hand and a hailstorm of blue bullets cascading around him. In fairness to the pride leader, he stood his ground, facing certain death the demon way — with a sword in his hand and a snarl on his face.

  Qwan shook his head. 'Just look at that. It's that kind of idiocy that got us into trouble in the first place.'

  Abbot had some experience with magic, and he soon realized that these new humans and their missiles were mere illusions.

  'Come back, you fools,' he shouted after his soldiers. 'They can't hurt you.'

  Artemis tapped Holly's shoulder. 'Sorry to jiggle you again. But we need to get back to the bomb. All of us. And if possible, lure Abbot down there too.'

  Holly put several bursts into Abbot's chest to buy them a couple of minutes. The pride leader flew backwards as though a giant had pounded his chest with a mallet.

  'OK. Let's go. Artemis, you go ahead, I'll hold them off from the rear.'

  They scrambled back into the crater, skidding on their heels through the ash crust. They made faster progress on the way down, but it was just as treacherous. It was hardest for Holly because she was moving backwards, ready to take a potshot at anyone who poked so much as a hair over the crater rim.

  It was a scene from a five-year-old's nightmare. Acrid smells that burned the eyes and throat, a surface that sucked at the feet, a red sky and the sound of breath and heartbeats. Not to mention the constant fear that the demons were coming.

  Things were about to get worse. The release of Qwan's displaced magical energy had accelerated the deterioration of the time spell and it was on the point of collapsing entirely. Unfortunately this would happen in reverse order, starting on Hybras. Artemis knew this, but he hadn't had a spare second to run any calculations. Soon, he guessed — it would happen soon. And who could tell when soon was during a time surge?

  Artemis realized that it was more than a guess. He knew the collapse of the tunnel was imminent. He could feel it. He was in touch with magic now. He was part of it and it was part of him.

  Artemis pulled Qwan's arm round his shoulder, urging him forward.

  'Quickly. We need to hurry.'

  The old warlock nodded. 'You feel it? Chaos in the air. Look at Number On
e.'

  Artemis glanced behind. No.1 was on their heels, but his brow was furrowed with pain and he knuckled his forehead.

  'He's sensitive,' gasped Qwan. 'Puberty.'

  Suddenly human puberty didn't seem so bad.

  Holly was in trouble. Her years of training and experience hadn't prepared her for the moment when she would be retreating into a volcano, guarding a human and two members of a supposedly extinct species during a time surge.

  The surge was playing havoc with her bodily functions, but it was also having an effect on her gunfire. She was laying down a covering fire on the ridge but a cluster of blasts disappeared in mid-air. Where do those shots go? Holly wondered briefly. Into the past?

  Groups of ghost images fizzled into existence for a brief moment, giving the illusion that there were twice as many demons as there had been.

  Added to this she was suddenly struck with hunger cramps and she could swear her fingernails were growing.

  Abbot's demons came fast, and not in a tight group as Holly had hoped.

  They had ranged themselves along the rim, and came over the top in a co-ordinated wave. It was a fearsome sight — dozens of warriors bounding over the lip, their markings glowing in the red light, teeth bared, horns quivering and bloodcurdling battle cries echoing around the crater walls. This was not like fighting trolls. Trolls had some basic smarts, but these demons were organized and battle ready. Already they knew to spread out and avoid the laser bursts.

  Holly picked out the pride leader.

  Hello there, Abbot, she thought. Whatever happens here, you're going home with a headache.

  She loosed three bolts at him. Two disappeared, but one connected, sending Abbot tumbling into the dirt.

  Holly did her best, widening the spread as much as possible, setting the trigger on automatic. If she'd had her full combat pack, then there wouldn't have been a problem. A few flash grenades at the right moment would have stunned the entire wave of demons, and a pulse assault rifle could have held them back for a few hundred years if necessary. As it was, she had one handgun, no back-up and a time surge gobbling half her rays. It seemed an impossible task to slow down

  Abbot and his goons long enough for Artemis to reach the bomb. And even if she did manage it, what then?