(First Person Narration: Artemis Fowl the Second)
“Oh gods. Holly.”
It’s all my fault. All my fault.
Why? I was the one who deserved it. She doesn’t deserve to die. The moments we have spent together, cheating death, flashed before my eyes.
A sharp, shrill scream and the shattering of glass brought me back to the present. Which told me we had another problem.
A full-figured lady in a red ballgown was screaming at the sight. It’s probably all the blood. I’m fairly sure there wasn’t enough light to see Holly’s pointed ears. Plus, there was the helmet…
The helmet! I took Holly’s helmet off and got a call from Foaly. I chose to accept the call.
“Holly, what happened? One minute you’re flat-lining, the next minute your vitals are back to normal.”
I swallowed hard. I had to tell Foaly.
I just couldn’t say the cursed word properly. I finally settled on ‘badly injured’.
“WHAT??!! Get No1 up, now!”
I took off the helmet. I didn’t want to see all the elfin blood on it.
The voice was weak and feeble, but I could tell who it belonged to. Not the lady in the big red dress, shrieking her lungs out, but the elf, lying on the ground covered in blood.
Which, in the end, was the only one who truly mattered.
“Promise me that you’ll be a good boy.”
Why was my voice shaking? I’m not in a soap opera. I was losing a treasured friend.
She shifted, obviously in pain. The magic-proof bullet lodged inside her fell out. But it was too late. Her chest ceased to move. She was….
A four letter word. Four. Death.
Suddenly, my fairy communicator rang.
“Yes. Don’t bother tracing this. You don’t need to save me. I just want you to know that there will always be someone up here watching over you.”
I couldn’t help it. I just sat down, and let the tears flow.
Holly, thank you. You saved me, even though I didn’t deserve it. You made me into a better person. And I believe you’ll always watch over me.
You even gave your life to me. ‘
“Goodbye,” I whispered into the communicator.