This is an old fanfic I did, but I lost it when my computer was wiped. I hate hard drives. Anyhow, the plot line changed a lot since it was basically this weird A/H fanfic before.

It's written very weirdly, a similar style to mine in my other fanfic, Kanika Mesi (Not AF), or at least the Prologue of that anyhow.

TEARS

or

WATER

Breathless, beautiful.

Liquid beats of time, floating in a world of light, gliding and dissolving.

They dissolve against the cheeks of an elf, lying there, breathing slowly. Caught between two worlds as the liquid runs down her face.

Are they tears or water?

There is nothing for a moment, no sound, as the elf struggles to breathe.

Gasping, lifting herself up, she stares hazily around he world of light and at the same time, a world of blackness.

The liquid is still making a path down her cheek.

She is still hurt.

A voice from somewhere tells her to wake up. Another voice is yelling that something is wrong.

The elf hears them but she can't respond. She closes her eyes and lies down again.

She tries to say 'Help' but no sound comes. There's a shining light in the distance, but she's too weak to move towards it. She closes her eyes, now sure the liquid still dripping down her face is tears.

Now sure something is going to happen.

Now…

If only she could force herself to speak.

If only…

Mulch Diggums grabbed the shoulder of the elf lying on the floor and shook them. 'Holly! Wake up!' he yelled, but only silence greeted his words. Cold silence.

'Something's wrong,' Artemis Fowl, standing beside Mulch in the beige coloured room, said.

'OH REALLY?' Mulch asked him angrily, 'I DIDN'T NOTICE!'

Artemis didn't reply. He barely heard Mulch as he stared at Holly Short's lifeless form.

'Well don't just stand there! Call an ambulance!' Mulch yelled at him. Artemis nodded and ran into Holly's bedroom. Lying on her wooden dressing table was a communicator. He picked it up frantically, closing his eyes.

'Of course. Of course. Nine zero nine. The police emergency number. It's on the corner of every billboard under the world.'

Artemis shuddered as he remembered Holly's words and the dangerous situation they'd been in when she said them—trying to escape form an enclosure of trolls. At the time he didn't think they'd live. So what if she didn't now…?

Ignoring the thought, he punched in the number.

Back in the living room, Holly's breathing was increasing with speed. She gave a gasp and opened her eyes.

But before she could say anything, she closed them again.

She can hear shouting.

She can sense the fear of someone by her—close to her. In the brief seconds she manages to open her eyes she sees Mulch standing by her, hears someone's voice shouting into a communicator, and loses her grip on vision.

'Help…' she whispers, finding her voice.

'It's okay, Holly.' The words drift to her like a dream, a nightmare. She breaths deeply, reassured by the golden light glowing somewhere in the distance and the warm liquid sliding down her face.

'Nine…zero…nine…call…them…'

'Artemis is doing that right now. Just relax.'

Unsatisfied by the thought, still worried, she shakes her head, her movements slow.

'Artemis…?' she whispers, not understanding that he is there.

'He's in your room—wait, here he comes. The ambulance is coming, Holly. Just go to sleep.'

She loses her speech. Her vision flashes again for a moment, focusing on icy blue eyes. Filled with worry.

Her strength fades and she knows no more.

It looked a lot longer in MS word... .:blinks:.

Next chapter will be much longer.

Reveiws welcome. :)

-Tigeress-10