The ripple effects of young Opal's murder in the corner of a field were more widespread than even Artemis could have imagined, though in truth is the wrong verb, as Artemis Fowl was not in the habit of imagining anything. Even as a small boy, he had never nurtured daydreams of himself on horseback fighting dragons. What Artemis preferred to do was visualize an achievable objective and then work toward that goal.