Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the following poems. I only own a few of the characters. Holly, Mulch, Foaly, Trouble, Turnball, and Vinyaya all belong to the Irish bastard who decided to kill my Julius.
A/N: This is a fic/poem collection that I started writing after I read the OD. The first few chapters are from different POV's. When I read that my beloved Julius was dead, I cried for hours then refused to read the rest of the book for three days. When I finally did start reading it again, I kept hoping that it would be like all those times with Butler. I mean, he died TWICE and he's still in the books, right? But Julius is gone. Every time I read a fic about Julius or reread the AF books, I start crying instantly. Yet I do it all the time. I guess I need to shed as many tears as possible over him. I wrote these because I needed to find a way to make myself feel better. It helped a little, but not much. I would really appreciate it if you review. And I hope that this collection of poems will remind us of
LEPrecon Commander Julius Root.
Introduction:
Fifty-Five Years After the Opal Deception
A young elf sat alone in the LEP storage. She didn't know why she was there really. Just hiding from those mean cadets. She was an intern, why should she have to deal with them? It wasn't fair! Plus she was only sixty-five. They were all at least fifteen years older! But no. They couldn't help making fun of Judith Root, daughter of the famed criminal Turnball Root.
She sighed gently. Her father had been in prison for as long as she could remember. She didn't even know why. Her mother refused to tell her. And every time she visited him, he would just shake his head and start muttering to himself.
Shaking her head, she pressed a pointed ear to the door. She could hear voices.
"Where'd that pipsqueak go?"
"She's gonna get it this time!"
"That rotten little twerp!"
"Just like her old man!"
"Okay, split up! If anyone finds her, teach her a lesson!"
Judith gulped. They were all so mean! Why? She'd never done anything to them. Expect that time she punched Cadet Chestnut in the nose. But that was for self-defense. She turned and walked farther into the storage room. Dust and cobwebs covered everything. She covered her face with the sleeve of her LEP uniform. It looked like no one had entered the room in decades.
She took another step and tripped over a small box, colliding with a stack of old papers. She landed face up on the papers, and a bunch of boxes fell on top of her. She groaned. She was such a klutz!
She sat up, and noticed a small black object among the cardboard. She picked it up. Just another box. She wiped the dust of its cover. There was writing on it. Leaning closer, she read the name. "J. Root"
She gasped softly. "My name." she murmured aloud. Opening the box, she found a bunch of papers. She stood up, turned on the old fashioned halogen light, and began to read.
