I've been here for awhile now.
...Though I still don't really know where 'here' is.
Judging by the fact that I'm actually able to think, then—
"...e'll be ready when the time comes, Mother. Although..."
Yup, they're coming again.
And I still can't feel anything around me. It's like when you dream, where you simply don't feel anything when you interact with it, yet you know that you're moving around, touching objects and messing with the environment in general. In my case though, my 'moving around' seems severely limited and goes unnoticed most of the time.
"...are you sure this is necessary?" asked the same voice. Male, I think.
I have yet to know who my captors are, and yet...
Calling them captors feels wrong.
Ever since I've been stuck here, I've noticed a couple things that were odd, to say the least.
Somehow, I'm only 'awake' whenever there's activity near my general location. Eventually, I couldn't help but realize that I was feeling things that I normally wouldn't be feeling in situations like mine, where I am unable to do, see, or physically sense anything while being conscious. I mean, I'm technically blinded, gagged, immobilized, probably drugged, and soon to be tortured in what could be some kind of evil base for all I know!
Yet, why would I always feel a sense of belonging, love and care whenever anyone came nearby? The kind of love normally shared between a family, like the love a parent has for their child, or a sibling for their sister?
How did I even know what that felt like? I never had siblings before...
Guilt "While it is not something I would normally do," replied 'Mother', "I have my reasons." Anger
These people seemed to always come and go in pairs, and in high heels of some sort if the sounds their footsteps made were of any indication. The most likely scenario I've come up with for my predicament with the limited time that I've been able to stay awake over the past few days... or was it weeks?
Months?
How long has it even been? It certainly felt like a long time, but I had no way to tell.
Nevertheless, I hypothesized that I've been put in some sort of test tube in a lab, and my captors guardians are performing some sort of experiment on me. It would explain why I am barely able to 'move', why everything sounds muffled, my feeling of being enclosed, my strange ability to feel what others feel...
And my not needing to breathe.
That one worried me for a while. Though I guess it helped when I was pretending to be unconscious as I listened to whatever conversation happened to be nearby.
Love "Very well. You know what's best for all of us; we'd follow you to the ends of the world without hesitation if you asked," said the first voice.
Although, if I was being held captive, I certainly wasn't being treated like one. Never once during my stay have I felt pain, hunger, or anything, really. Not counting external emotions, of course.
Joy "I am always happy to hear that," answered 'Mother'.
Which brings me to my next point:
'Mother'.
The one who is almost always present when I am awake.
The one who is either seen as a religious figure by her people or has somehow birthed each of the hundreds of different voices I've heard during my stay here.
The one who loves every single one of her 'children'.
...The one who loves me.
...
It's overwhelming at times.
"..." Feeling their gazes, I somehow knew they stopped right next to me.
Happy "How soon?" the male voice asked.
When I had initially regained consciousness in this claustrophobic space, I was constantly awake, though I couldn't... think straight, like I was half-asleep. There wasn't all that much that I could remember from that time, but I had a vague recollection of hearing a multitude of ripping sounds a few 'days' after I initially regained consciousness. Was it days? I honestly had no way of knowing how much time had actually passed.
Regardless, my most vivid memory of that period of constant semi-awareness was when all of the 'presences' around me were taken away, while I remained confined right where I was.
I was confused. Why wasn't I taken, too?
Apparently I wasn't the only one perplexed at the time, because I could detect a feeling of uncertainty coming from a nearby external source; one that felt worried as they gently shook my container a bit.
I was carried to a different area and left alone shortly thereafter. It was there that I discovered my tendency to go unconscious without a presence nearby.
'Mother' visited quite often, however. Sometimes even going as far as singing lullabies, which were strangely soothing.
On certain occasions she was alone when she came to visit. She would stop near me and I'd get the feeling that I was being watched before I would begin to feel waves of love, of all things, sent directly towards me. These sessions would go on for what felt like a few minutes until she'd start to pant, due to the exhaustion caused by... doing whatever that was.
Strangely enough, I felt empowered and energized whenever emotions were directed towards me specifically. I've slowly been regaining strength, and at this rate I'm fairly certain I'll be able to move soon. Maybe even break out of this prison in the near future, if I'm lucky.
"I am not certain. I would estimate a week or two at most," Mother answered softly, initiating the process of 'giving' me love. The male speaker seemed to practically ooze happiness when he heard this.
Wait, are they talking about me? Am I going to be released soon? Would I be free, or forced to join them?
With everything that had happened during my stay, I'd...
I...
...The thought of letting them down in any way actually made me feel terrible. I couldn't just walk away and never look back on these people after they had sheltered and 'loved' me for however long I've been here. Especially after what had occurred that one night, right before any of this happened...
I really don't want to think about it.
'Mother' must have sensed my sadness.
"Do not fret, little one," she cooed. "You'll be out of there soon."
Clearly, she misunderstood the origin of my sorrow.
Worry "But... won't the Hatching be during the invasion?" the man asked.
Invasion?
"If by the time we finish preparing, the child has... not hatched," she began, her voice starting to sound strained, resignation "we will, have to... *huff* leave the egg here until... *huff*"
Egg...?
Angst "Mother!" exclaimed the male, sounding alarmed at her sudden fatigue as he closed the distance between the two of them if the clacks of hurried footsteps were of any indication.
"It's fine, Edge... I'm fine," she tiredly said as she stopped feeding me, reducing the flow to its usual passive trickle.
Edge? Kind of uncommon for a name.
"I never expected that I would have to spend so much on this one, yet I feel that it will all be worth it in the end." I could practically feel the smile on her face as she said that.
For a split second, I thought I felt a spike of doubt surface from her, but it came and went so fast that I might have imagined it.
"...Have you thought of a name?" Edge asked after a pause, his voice sounding a little more tired than it had a few seconds ago.
Wait a minute.
"I have," she replied, all traces of drowsiness from her speech gone shortly after he came next to her.
...Are they talking about me?
"It took a while to think of a name—"
Those presences back then... were those people in actual eggs?
"—that would be worthy of the position—" I subconsciously noted the voices were slowly fading into the distance.
Was I in an egg all this time?
The last thing I could remember before this entire thing happened was....
That night.
"—and I've settled on..."
Something terrible had happened; something I wanted to forget so badly that I buried it in the back in my mind. Yet I could still remember walking in the rain, a feeling of emptiness, of hopelessness... and a sudden flash of red light, right before being swallowed by the void. I could've sworn I heard some sort of demonic cackle too, right before impacting... something.
Did I die? What's going on here?!
"Artemis."
Darkness.
Artemis huh? Greek name of the goddess of the hunt. Interesting. You need to check you "size" thingies.
Some of the [size] tags aren't working. Unless there is some very weird dialogue going on and changelings regularly say "open square bracket size equals eight close square bracket"
Other than that not a bad start. Not a great deal to go on other than setting up the timeframe ; but It's relatively well written and I like that it's not a typo ridden mess your obsessive checking is appreciated.
I understand the size and the emotions things its like an emotion scale the number is how much emotion they radiate and I'm guessing they portray how much guilt or love there producing it also can be any emotion.
so his name is Artemis...
and he came from an egg...
...Artemis Fowl!
tee hee! i feel clever. and if that was intentional, you should feel clever too, author.
Ellipsis should have three periods, never more.
5565418 I love that series Artemis fowl
Who else would kick the russian maffia in the ass and Opal?
It BEGINS!
5835553 hell yeah sad the series ended.
Well, I officially like Chrysalis in this fic. Would totally support a story on her side of things in this context, but I don't think that's the way this story is heading. Like it so far.
5565418 I can only imagine what it would be like if this really were to be the Artemis Fowl...
6001083 i second that, very interessting, i always liked Chrysalis, and him being still an egg (Human turned Changeling Egg?!) is really interessting too.
I remembered that he is the only one after that, and now i am sad for him loosing Chrysalis so soon, and because Chrysalis is probably really dead after a few chapters.
Damn coincidences. EVERY fanfic I read either has Greek mythology mentioned (I'm Greek) or they use my name, or a variation of it. (My name is Themis).
Not a very changeling-esque name. Then again, we only have Chrysalis's name to go on and Celestia and Luna and Cadence all have names that don't really go with ponies in general sooo...yeah.
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Is Themis a variation of Artemis? Somehow I think you could get get arrowed for that. Anyway, take use of the Greek pantheon as a compliment. No one uses the Roman ones unless they already have the Greeks. I mean really, copying another culture's gods and merely changing their names? Pfft, amateurs.
Saw Changing views and Read Prologues for the first time and squealed like a little girl.
First 58 minutes into the story (Until this Chapter [1] Art) I got heart attack like a old man.
Every time I read I smile like my father.
Every time I read tragedy. I depression like a little girl.
Background line made me appreciate art like a little girl.
Im a grown man and this story turned me into a little girl.
One of the best prologues in my opinion~
6416684 why am i finding you in like every comment section of fics that i am reading? seems like we have the same taste when it comes to fics
6566917 that sarachi is a spy!
Very good fic
If the two Disney couples made the changelings nearly extinct I'm throwing one of them through a wall
6936752 and I'll get the other one!
I can't tell if male or female
And was anyone else thinking of the marvel intro with the comics and the name coming up at the ending of the intro
Image looks rather zerg-ish...
lol teenagers.
Dun dun duunnnnn!
Well that name is particularly fowl.
.....
God I hope someone got the pun.
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Certainly I did, good books those were.
Чёрт, опять смена пола!? Почему именно смена пола!? Оставили бы мужиком и всё, интереснее было бы. Всю малину испортили.
Привет из России.
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Братан, вот это у тебя шутки.
Up until this point i had no idea what was going on. This is more because of the way it was written needs some work in its delivery, which is to be expected. I also have trouble with delivery, it is difficult to do. Luckily I am smart and you do give all the delivery pieces if ordered in a weird way, and so at this paragraph i have pieced together exactly whats going on
I am glad you make sure the story elements line up, that is the most important part and with those in place I can use my brain and understand everything your saying even if sometimes delivered without much of any context, using the story elements as context
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Yo hold the fuck up. Rereading this, I sound cringe and have realised that it was not a mistake but intentional. Balme it on uhhhhhh idr what was happening that day but I would assume it was after midnight. Maybe 🤔
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True they were
The Disney live action adaption left much to be desired unfortunately