~Artemis Fowl's Journal. Unlabelled Disk. Encrypted~
If this disk should be recovered, I urge the reader of this information to keep it quiet. If you don't I shall be forced to hunt you down and kill you. Well, Butler will.
I had been killed, of course the shot was instantly lethal. There wasn't much sadness on the Fairy end, apart from one Elf. I have been told Holly was crying, apparently she tried to heal me. The extensive tissue damage and paralysis of the respiratory system was too much of a job for the small amount of magic Holly had left. Holly's attempt did make the Warlock's job easier. Root had opted for the solution, said he didn't want my death on his conscience.
Being dead is a strange experience, now I understand why butler never spoke of his 'out of body' experience when I had him frozen a year and a half ago. I don't want to comment on such things in this journal, no, this entry has a completely unique task.
Over the last four years I have spent most of it thinking about Holly. You might think that my mind has been on the People and the LEP but no, Holly has been the subject of much of my time. First, she was like a mother to me, like a mother who helped me on my 'less-than-legal' ventures. Then she became like a sister, a good friend and protector but now. now. how can I think of things like this?
She's at least a century older than me and she'll live for a few more. She comes from a civilisation that is a hundred years more technologically advanced and she is of a completely different race! Why am I plagued with such feelings? My first deduction is to blame the effects of puberty. Mental note to take anti-hormones as soon as I get out of Haven City Hospital. My second deduction comes from Holly's magic. Vital thoughts, feelings and information can be passed through magic, when it takes effect a mental connection is forged between the contacts. If this solution is true then Holly is strangely confused, just like I feel right now.
All I can think of now is where Holly may be and whether or not these feelings are true. Maybe I should talk to her, maybe I shouldn't. I really should have a plan by now.
Holly, I'm coming, wait for me.
If this disk should be recovered, I urge the reader of this information to keep it quiet. If you don't I shall be forced to hunt you down and kill you. Well, Butler will.
I had been killed, of course the shot was instantly lethal. There wasn't much sadness on the Fairy end, apart from one Elf. I have been told Holly was crying, apparently she tried to heal me. The extensive tissue damage and paralysis of the respiratory system was too much of a job for the small amount of magic Holly had left. Holly's attempt did make the Warlock's job easier. Root had opted for the solution, said he didn't want my death on his conscience.
Being dead is a strange experience, now I understand why butler never spoke of his 'out of body' experience when I had him frozen a year and a half ago. I don't want to comment on such things in this journal, no, this entry has a completely unique task.
Over the last four years I have spent most of it thinking about Holly. You might think that my mind has been on the People and the LEP but no, Holly has been the subject of much of my time. First, she was like a mother to me, like a mother who helped me on my 'less-than-legal' ventures. Then she became like a sister, a good friend and protector but now. now. how can I think of things like this?
She's at least a century older than me and she'll live for a few more. She comes from a civilisation that is a hundred years more technologically advanced and she is of a completely different race! Why am I plagued with such feelings? My first deduction is to blame the effects of puberty. Mental note to take anti-hormones as soon as I get out of Haven City Hospital. My second deduction comes from Holly's magic. Vital thoughts, feelings and information can be passed through magic, when it takes effect a mental connection is forged between the contacts. If this solution is true then Holly is strangely confused, just like I feel right now.
All I can think of now is where Holly may be and whether or not these feelings are true. Maybe I should talk to her, maybe I shouldn't. I really should have a plan by now.
Holly, I'm coming, wait for me.