Holly's P.O.V
I sobbed softly. I was barely making a noise. Months of practice had made me near perfect.
"Katie," I whispered. "Tell me it's not real. Tell me it's a nightmare."
Katie Burke, my fellow elf refugee, held me tight against her chest. "Oh, Holly, I'm sorry. He's gone. You saw the Pixie Police take him."
Gone. The word echoed around my head, throbbing painfully. Artemis Fowl, gone. Dead. Like so many other lives Opal had taken - Root, Trouble, Mulch, Butler, Foaly, and hundreds of others.
"Katie, I want to die too. If I die, all the pain will go away, won't it? But I don't want her to kill me. I won't let her," I vowed.
I didn't get to hear Katie's reply. I glanced up and saw the dark, evil eyes of Opal Koboi. And I knew that my wish was about to be fulfilled.
