He suggested that the mayor allow himself to be fingerprinted. It was later discovered that this man was indeed an imposter. He was the mayors own twin brother. The real mayor was being held in a warehouse in the south of the city. I am Ohm, phlegm pot cleaner to the king, but I am much more than that for I see the future written in the phlegm. For centuries we pixies have read the phlegm, but I am the best there has ever been. My visions are generally of little importance, I foretell outbreaks of troll pox or gas spasms among elderly dwarfs, but sometimes even a poor pot cleaner can see wondrous things.
I was heating the pot over a flame when the sign appeared. This vision was more vivid and detailed than any I had previously seen. Because of its importance I decided to write it down for posterity and so I can say I told you so. I saw an age when the People have been driven underground by the Mud Men. This is what the phlegm told me.
In this time one shall come among us, Fowl by name and foul by nature, a mud man unlike any other. He shall learn our secrets and use them against us. I see him now as plain as day. His face is pale he has dark eyes and raven hair. Yet it must be a mistake for he seems a mere youth. Surely no mud boy could outwit the People, but now I see that the boy is not alone.
He is aided by a formidable warrior, scared from a thousand battles. This Fowl shall hold the People to ransom for their most precious possession, gold, and in spite of all our magic there is still a chance that he will prevail, for he has discovered how to escape the time field. Unfortunately how the story ends I cannot say, but there was more to see.
There is another story to come. Someone will bring the People and the Mud Men together. The worst of both races. And who is traitor its is not clear, but he shall start a war unlike anything the People have ever seen.
Those who were enemies shall be united against him, and for the first time there will be mud men below ground. Goblins shall rise and Haven shall fall.
A villainous elf is behind it all, To find the one who so disappoints, Look ye to where the finger points. Instead of one face this elf has two, Both speak false and none speak true.
While publicly he lends a helping hand, His true aim is to seize command. I know. Look for a powerhungry elf who has a finger pointed at him during our tale.
I foretell outbreaks of troll pox or gas spasms among elderly dwarves. But sometimes even a poor pot cleaner can see wondrous things. A vision came to me two moons ago when I was gazing deep into His Majesty's own phlegm pot. I was heating the pot over a flame when the sign appeared. This vision was more vivid and detailed than any I had previously seen.
Because of its importance I decided to write it down for posterity. And so I can say I told you so. I saw an age when the People have been driven underground by the Mud Men.
This is what the phlegm told me. In this time one shall come among us. Fowl by name and foul by nature. A Mud Man unlike any other. He shall learn our secrets and use them against us. I see him now as plain as day. His face is pale and he has dark eyes and raven hair. Yet it must be a mistake, for he seems a mere youth.
Surely no Mud Boy could outwit the People. But now I see that the boy is not alone. He is aided by a formidable warrior scarred from a thousand battles. This Fowl shall hold the People to ransom for their most precious possession -- gold.
And in spite of all our magic there is a chance that he will prevail. For he has discovered how to escape the time field. Unfortunately, how the story ends I cannot say. But there was more to see. There is another story to come. Someone will bring the people and Mud Men together.
The worst of both races. This fairy's goal is to grind all the creatures of the earth beneath his boot. And who is this traitor it is not clear. But he shall start a war unlike anything the People have ever seen. Those who were enemies shall be united against him. And for the first time there will be Mud Men below ground. I have one clue to his identity: a riddle. I know, it's not very plain, is it? But perhaps in the future all will become clear.
Look for a power-hungry elf who has a finger pointed at him during our tale. And so this is Ohm's legacy. A warning that may save the world from total destruction. There's not much to work with, I know. The details are a bit sketchy. My advice to you is to consult the phlegm. It may be that you are sensitive. I have buried this prophecy with my phlegm pot.
If you are not fortunate enough to work as a pot cleaner then there is usually a supply of phlegm every time you have a cold. Here endeth the first prophecies of Ohm. But because of the importance of my visions I shall repeat the prophecies once more. If you have just begun to understand the text, then read on. If you have worked out the entire message then congratulations. Now go and save the world. The text repeats but is not completed again as the pages run out. Root had recently applied a special weapon to his finger that shot out a hypodermic dart when the knuckle was brushed.
Cudgeon was currently taking illegal chemicals to enhance his abilities that caused a bad reaction to the chemical on the dart causing his face to be scarred, hence the reference to two faces. The first reference to Artemis Fowl in the human media is in a newspaper article in the Dublin Chronicle.
Artemis managed to persuade his bodyguard to bring him along. When the reporters had finished asking questions, Artemis raised his hand. The Mayor allowed the small boy to ask his question, expecting something simple, and childlike. Instead, Artemis asked him to name three kinds of butterfly.
When the mayor could not answer, Artemis stood and addressed the journalists present. So this man could not be the mayor, he must be an imposter. Most journalists laughed, but one did not. He suggested that the mayor allow himself to be fingerprinted.
The man calling himself Mayor panicked, and ran. It was later discovered that that the man was indeed an imposter. He was the mayor's own twin brother. The real mayor was being held in a warehouse in the south of the city. Artemis Fowl was six years old when he foiled this plan. It reads:. Congratulations human. If you have cracked this code then you are more intelligent than most of your species. This is a message from the fairy People.
We are seeking out our allies among the Mud Men. Though most humans are dull-witted creatures there are exceptions. The reason for your intelligence is that you have fairy ancestors. Do you feel different from those around you? Are your ears a bit pointier than most? Is your tongue long enough to touch your nose? Do you dream of flying? Have you ever thought that you do not belong among the mud men?
That is because you have fairy blood in your veins. So young mud fairy I have a mission for you. As one of the people it is your duty to protect the earth from those who would destroy it.
You must become one of a new race of mud men who love this planet as much as the fairy folk. There is one simple rule. Use only what you need and use it wisely.
Do this and the earth will survive. Go now and begin your quest. I shall repeat this mission for those humans whose fairy intelligence is buried a bit deeper than yours. The code then repeats until it runs out of pages and ends at: Do you feel different from those around you? One of the strangest creatures on the Earth, or more accurately below it, is the common stinkworm.
Stinkworms can only survive below the Earth's crust and so have never been seen by humans. The stinkworm can grow to a length of fifteen centimetres and a diameter of up to eight centimetres. The bigger a stinkworm is the more meat there is on its soft boned skeleton and the more valuable it is to a merchant.
They are very versatile and can be boiled, fried, baked or even raw, though this sushi approach can be difficult to swallow as the stink associated with the worms does not disappear until they are cooked.
The current favourite way to eat the stinkworm is in a dish similar to Bolognese, substituting stinkworms for spaghetti. Deep fried on a skewer is popular among the younger generation. What makes the stinkworm so delicious is the juice. When the worm is heated in a pan or oven it bastes itself in a delicious spicy juice, which even the best chefs have failed to reproduce.
Some more sensitive fairies cannot forget that they are eating earwax and do not enjoy eating stinkworms, but most are so entranced by the flavours that they are quite prepared to ignore where it comes from. Goblins in particular love stinkworms and are constantly inventing new ways to consume them. The rarest and most prized stinkworm dish is a stir fried bowl of stinkworm ears. This dish takes hours to prepare and costs a fortune.
This is not an appealing thought when you consider that a stinkworms favourite environment is fresh troll dung. The coded message on the cover says: The boy is in trouble , referring to the series of events set in motion by Artemis' business dealing, detail in the book.
If you have deciphered this code then you are of sufficient intelligence to aid me in my mission. You may have heard of the Fowl family and imagine this mission to be illegal or even dangerous. I promise you this is not the case. All I ask is that you help me keep my memories where they belong. In my head. There are certain forces at work that wish to deprive me of memories that are rightfully mine. These forces would wipe certain facts from my brain that are extremely important not to mention valuable.
Who are these forces? They are magical fairies known as the people. I know what you are thinking. Fairy People! He cannot honestly expect me to believe this nonsense. Two years ago, I would have reacted exactly the same way. But a lot can change in two years. I have seen green-skinned sprite fly under their own powers. I have seen dwarfs use their cavernous mouths to dig tunnels. I have witnessed the healing power of elves and touched the flank of a noble centaur.
These creatures exist. Take my word for it. But as powerful as these creatures are, they fear one thing, humans. We are the only creatures with the power to overthrow their underground society. Our numbers could subdue even magic. So the people have decided that it is too dangerous to have a human boy with fairy knowledge in his head.
Soon they will mindwipe me and this extraordinary information will disappear. There is one way to stop this happening. I have entrusted a computer disk to a reprobate dwarf by the name of Mulch Diggums. The disk contains all my knowledge of the fairy folk, Of course the mindwipe will cause me to forget all about the dwarf and the disk. Diggums should bring the disk to me but common criminals are not to be trusted.
I ask you to get a message to me. The message is simple. Six words only. Wherever you see one of the faithful clutching this book repeat those words. The message will spread like virus across the world, eventually reaching my ears.
I will act upon it putting all my resources into locating the mysterious Mister Diggums. Once I find him, the disk will reactivate all my memories and the knowledge will be mine again. Do this for me and when I rule the world, you shall be rewarded. The front cover of the American copy of Artemis Fowl: The Opal Deception has three separate angled lines, each reading Opal wants revenge in the Gnommish text.
Trusted ally, if you have decoded this Gnommish message, then you are a deputy officer in the Lower Elements Police. You will not be aware of this fact because it is the practice of the LEP to mindwipe our human allies. We do this so they cannot remember being recruited. If you cannot remember the Fairy People, or our underground city, then you cannot betray our existence to the greedy humans.
Of course, not all humans are greedy. You, deputy, are a noble member of your species.
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