Hello readers! I know I haven't submitted anything in a long time since deleted all my old stuff. I found it not to my liking when I read through it. I won't be updating this or my other new submission for a while since I had to get the ideas out of my head and on to the metaphorical paper.
Reviews may encourage me to write it before I need to write more for school credit.
Every universe has it's alternate. One simple difference in opinion, or action, can cause a universe to split. Time still moves forward but at a different angle. The farther away you get from the beginning the farther you are from the first road. This is the story of the second road.
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Fowl manor, during the siege.
The troll faced a dilemma: which female to eat first. Choices, choices. This decision was not made any easier by the lingering agony buzzing around it's shaggy head, or the cluster of bullets lodged in the fatty chest tissue. Eventually it settled on the fairy. It had caused this agony and it was going to pay. In blood.
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There was nothing but snow on the view-screen.
"Come on," urged Root. "Hurry up!"
Foaly elbowed past his superior.
"Maybe if you didn't insist on blocking all the circuit boards."
Root shuffled out of the way grudgingly. In his mind it was the circuit board's fault for being behind him. The centaur's head disappeared into an access panel.
"Anything?"
"Nothing just interference."
Root slapped the screen. Not a good idea. First, because there was not one chance in a million that it could actually help, and second, because plasma screens grow extremely hot after prolonged use.
"D'Arvit"
"Don't touch that screen by the way."
"Oh, ha ha. We have time for jokes now, do we?"
"No, actually. Anything?"
The snow settled into recognizable shapes.
"That's it, hold it there. We've got a signal."
"I've activated the secondary camera. Plain old video, I'm afraid, but it'll have to do."
Root didn't comment He was to stunned for words.
"So what's going on in there? Anything interesting?"
Root tried to answer but the words formed a lump in his throat.
"What? What is it?"
The commander made an attempt.
"It's . . . Holly . . . no . . ."
"What about holly?"
There was a sense of urgency in Foaly's voice. He quickly got his head out of the access panel and looked up at the screen.
On the screen, Holly was in the clutches of the troll. Limp. There was barely any of her jumpsuit left and what little there was soaked in blood. Butler lay completely dead on the floor. The healing had fixed his neck and healed most of his bones. However he died of blood loss before he was healed completely.
"Foaly."
"Yes commander?"
"Contact the mud boy. I think he will let us in now"
Before Foaly could press a button a light went off on the communication's array.
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When Artemis saw butler go down along with Holly he immediately activated the tri-band radio, broadcasting on revolving frequencies. "Commander root, you are aware of the situation are you not?"
For a few moments nothing but white noise emanated from the micro speakers, then Artemis heard the sharp click of a mic button.
"This is Foaly. I'm guessing you are ready to give us permission to come in now."
Artemis was numb at the death of his friend but he stilled managed a response.
"Yes. Send in as many troops as you need to secure the troll. You may do whatever you wish with me."
A simple choice, may split a universe. It will be similar, at first...