A/N: Ah. it has been a long time since I've had such a clear inspiration
for an Artemis Fowl story. It's A/H.
Disclaimer: I don't own Artemis Fowl & Co., or any of the stuff that Eoin Colfer cooked up in his books.
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Judgment
Prologue: What is to Come
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Holly licked her lips and tasted the salty wetness of her cheeks. Another tear fell, accompanied by her muffled sobs. The black casket sat in front of her like a dark shadow; all around her was as silent as death and the falling snow flakes stuck themselves to Holly's hair and face to add to the wetness.
She dared not let herself look at the coffin or the picture that had been placed above it. The coffin had already been nailed shut, for there was no body to cry over, just the picture, the only reminder of the lost life provided. Another sob out of many broke from her throat and Holly's entire frame shook.
Then there was a hand patting her shoulder. Holly whisked around to see who it was.
"What are you doing here?" She inquired, trying in vain to keep her voice steady.
"Just paying my respects." Mulch sniffed and took a stark white handkerchief out of his pocket to wipe his eyes.
Holly turned away from him, trying desperately to keep the tears from falling. Soon the Commander and Foaly were there too. Foaly also gave her shoulder a reassuring pat and the Commander took off his helmet and bowed his head to the empty coffin just as if it had been a respected LEP officer that had. she couldn't say it.
The tears welled up again, and her vision blurred. She couldn't see anything, except him. The one picture that had never left her mind ever since. she couldn't say that either.
Soon the mourning party was joined by another. The girl was dressed in nothing but white, and her pale complexion and hair color made her much resemble an angel or a ghost. She drifted past the gray tombstones, her feet making no noise on the snow covered ground. Once she reached the group of freezing, damp- cheeked fairies, she walked up to the coffin and put out a hand to stroke the surface of the casket.
And then she smiled.
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A/N: Weee! That was fun. Next installment should be soon, and longer. I wrote the first two chapters while at my Grandparents' house for Thanksgiving, so I just have to type it up.
Disclaimer: I don't own Artemis Fowl & Co., or any of the stuff that Eoin Colfer cooked up in his books.
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Judgment
Prologue: What is to Come
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Holly licked her lips and tasted the salty wetness of her cheeks. Another tear fell, accompanied by her muffled sobs. The black casket sat in front of her like a dark shadow; all around her was as silent as death and the falling snow flakes stuck themselves to Holly's hair and face to add to the wetness.
She dared not let herself look at the coffin or the picture that had been placed above it. The coffin had already been nailed shut, for there was no body to cry over, just the picture, the only reminder of the lost life provided. Another sob out of many broke from her throat and Holly's entire frame shook.
Then there was a hand patting her shoulder. Holly whisked around to see who it was.
"What are you doing here?" She inquired, trying in vain to keep her voice steady.
"Just paying my respects." Mulch sniffed and took a stark white handkerchief out of his pocket to wipe his eyes.
Holly turned away from him, trying desperately to keep the tears from falling. Soon the Commander and Foaly were there too. Foaly also gave her shoulder a reassuring pat and the Commander took off his helmet and bowed his head to the empty coffin just as if it had been a respected LEP officer that had. she couldn't say it.
The tears welled up again, and her vision blurred. She couldn't see anything, except him. The one picture that had never left her mind ever since. she couldn't say that either.
Soon the mourning party was joined by another. The girl was dressed in nothing but white, and her pale complexion and hair color made her much resemble an angel or a ghost. She drifted past the gray tombstones, her feet making no noise on the snow covered ground. Once she reached the group of freezing, damp- cheeked fairies, she walked up to the coffin and put out a hand to stroke the surface of the casket.
And then she smiled.
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A/N: Weee! That was fun. Next installment should be soon, and longer. I wrote the first two chapters while at my Grandparents' house for Thanksgiving, so I just have to type it up.