Disclaimer:I don't own anything from the Artemis Fowl series.
Resting in the soil, deep below the heavily populated cities, a lone man closes his eyes and sighs.
The earth is so sweet here; not at all like at the surface, where humans have killed it.
It used to be as beautiful, and more, up there. Before they came, and drove the likes of me and the others out.
Driven out of the sun forever.
He readies himself, and plunges back into the soil, where he becomes a part of nature's processes.
I don't mind so much though...never did like the sun.
Here is where I belong.
My first drabble for Mulch; I hope I'm not too out of character for him; he's not the easiest to write for. Enjoy!