Sorry I haven't updated any of my stories in so long, I'm not going to give any excuses (though I have many) I decided to post this, that I found in a notebook next to my bed. I'm not really quite sure what it is, I just had a weird dream/nightmare and wrote this when I woke up. Its a sort of one-shot thing in a scenario that hasn't happened yet. It's irritatingly short(sorry) so I might develop the whole story later- if you like it it that is;)
Disclaimer: I'm pretty sure i'm not Eoin Colfer- though I could just be dreaming. The story belongs to me even if the characters don't.
Wishes
The universe stood still as Holly Short was catapulted from the fiery heart of the explosion. The blaring heat grabbed at Artemis' cheeks from where he crouched, out of sight. He watched helplessly as his friend smashed against the cold, hard, iron wall of the warehouse.
"Holly…" he whimpered. Was she okay?
"Holly." He got up and ran towards her.
"Holly!" He screamed, sprinting towards his best friend, sprinting towards where she lay on the ground, as still as a statue.
"Holly!
Screaming like it would make a difference.
Screaming as if it would make her sit up and tell him everything was going to be okay.
Everything was definitely not okay.
He knelt beside her limp body, shaking her shoulders as if she were a rag doll. "Holly?" He choked, he pleaded, he prayed.
Her eyes rolled slowly open, and the corners of her mouth twitched into a dreamy smile.
"I did it Arty…" She croaked. "I saved the world. Just like my mum told me to… just like you did." A trail of blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, dripping onto Artemis' manicured fingers.
He gripped her hand like it was the only thing keeping her there, in his world. He nodded in agreement, sobbing. He didn't know when he had started to cry, but a cascade of tears was falling down his face in a waterfall.
"She would have been very proud of you, your mother. Coral Short could not have wished for a more perfect daughter."
Holly pulled a weak smile.
…..
Long after the last bit of dust had settled on the ground, after the ash had fallen down like snowflakes on a beautiful Christmas Eve and the fires had dimmed to no more than embers; long after Holly Shorts eyes had closed for their final time, a young boy leant down and whispered in her ear.
"And Artemis Fowl the Second couldn't have wished for a more perfect friend."