Post by manveri on Dec 16, 2005 7:45:57 GMT -5
Memories
Summary: Set 50 years after the Eternity Code, Holly returns to visit old friends. One shot. Angst/Tragedy.
Rating: K. (Suitable for most ages.)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned in this story, they are all property of Eoin Colfer. Still, I can keep wishing. ;)
It was dusk in Ireland. As the blood red splotch of blazing crimson made its way down the canvas of misty sky, a ray of sunlight fell upon a cold grey tombstone, casting their fiery glare on two words:
The air shimmered, and a hand emerged, seemingly out of nowhere, to thrust a tiny acorn into the soil by the grave. A soft voice whispered a few words, which floated ghostly across the empty graveyard, the graveyard dedicated to that one person.
Suddenly, a figure materialized, no taller than any regular metre ruler, shorter, in fact; but the flash in those two hazel eyes just dared you to tell her that. A head of flaming red hair was revealed, as the figure took off a silver helmet.
Holly Short removed her helmet and rubbed the tips of her pointed ears absentmindedly. Oh, who cares what Julius thinks. Her old friend did not deserve to be viewed behind a pane of glass, like an animal at an exhibition, no matter how high-tech or expensive that piece of glass was.
She gently set her helmet on the ground and removed the pair of mechanical wings on her back. Kneeling in front of the grave, her slender fingers drew out a small bunch of flowers from the small pack she carried. Each of them was in a shade and type of flower that had never been seen on Earth, but which thrived in abundance in a small artificial garden deep below the Earth’s crust, in Holly’s house. Tucking a stray strand of wispy hair behind her ears, she carefully dug a small hole in the ground in front of Butler’s tomb, and put the flowers in it, before covering up the roots. She then placed both hands on either side of the hole, and jammed some of her newly replenished magic deep into the flowers. As the blue sparks scuttled up the stems of the flowers, a smile formed on Holly’s lips. These flowers would stay for a long time.
She remained there for a moment, silent in reverence of her friend, before strapping on the wings and taking off again. Ignoring all protocol, she skimmed low over the ocean, visor open, enjoying the feel of the salty air against her face. So she’d have to dump tons of moisturizer on her face later. That was a small price to pay for the pleasures of the open air.
Nearing her destination, she landed gently and walked around the large building in front of her.
Fowl Manor.
She sat on top of the wall, and her fingers wandered towards her pack once more, finally pulling out a slightly tattered photo of a Mud Boy. Who was now a Mud Man. A very old Mud Man. She stared at the piercing blue gaze, which even captured in the photograph, still managed to send a mixture of fear, respect and loss running through her.
It’s funny, she thought, how one can change in such a short period of time. She missed Artemis, that was for sure. Who would have thought that someone, a Mud Person in fact, could cause such a big impact in Haven? Or that the loss of such a person would create such a big impact on the lives of a few very special fairies? She sighed and tucked the photo back into the pack.
The wings sprang into life again, as Holly hovered just above the wall, before swooping to one of the half open windows and resting on the sill. Inside, resting on a soft chair, was Artemis. A much older Artemis. Holly felt a pang at seeing him just lying there. She still remembered the “adventures” she had had with him; and she missed that sharp acute mind. Also, it wasn’t that satisfying to punch an old Artemis, as compared to punching a much younger and annoying one. Holly couldn’t help but grin at the thought.
Her time up here was running out. If she didn’t hurry, Root would soon be yelling at her through her helmet’s intercom, which had been updated, along with the rest of it, to become clearer, and unfortunately, louder as well.
Hesitating a moment, Holly rested a hand on the window. Surely after 50 or so odd years, her invitation into Fowl Manor still stood. She made up her mind. Even if it wasn’t, well then Fowl would have a little fairy vomit on his carpet as a souvenir then.
The well oiled wings barely made a noise as Holly unshielded and landed on the soft carpet. Walking over to the sleeping Artemis in his chair, she changed her mind, and hovered again, to reach his face. She sighed, a long deep sigh, as the worry lines on his face sprang out at her.
“So old, and yet still so many problems,” she murmured, before reaching out a sparking fingertip and smoothing out a few of the lines. “Artemis, Artemis, when will you ever learn?” Hovering there for a while longer, she finally leaned in a gave him a small kiss on the forehead.
“Goodbye, Artemis,” she whispered, before quickly swooping out of the window.
The old man’s eyes fluttered open, and his mouth curved in a weak smile.
“Goodbye, Holly,” he said to the air, while clutching the picture she had left behind in his hand.
As the blood red splotch of blazing crimson finally disappeared from the darkening canvas, someone viewed the world through water.
A/N: Please forgive all discrepancies found here, I am not one for details. (Yeah I should, but I guess it's just not part of my nature.) I try to make sure that nothing major is wrong, and there weren't any complaints on ff.net, but if you guys spot anything wrong, tell me. Also, this was originally written before The Opal Deception, which is why Holly is still in the LEP and Root is not dead. (Man I hated that. I cried when he died. =/)
Lastly, please review. ^^ I still want to know if my last 3 chapters are understandable. Haha.
Summary: Set 50 years after the Eternity Code, Holly returns to visit old friends. One shot. Angst/Tragedy.
Rating: K. (Suitable for most ages.)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned in this story, they are all property of Eoin Colfer. Still, I can keep wishing. ;)
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It was dusk in Ireland. As the blood red splotch of blazing crimson made its way down the canvas of misty sky, a ray of sunlight fell upon a cold grey tombstone, casting their fiery glare on two words:
Domovoi Butler
The air shimmered, and a hand emerged, seemingly out of nowhere, to thrust a tiny acorn into the soil by the grave. A soft voice whispered a few words, which floated ghostly across the empty graveyard, the graveyard dedicated to that one person.
Suddenly, a figure materialized, no taller than any regular metre ruler, shorter, in fact; but the flash in those two hazel eyes just dared you to tell her that. A head of flaming red hair was revealed, as the figure took off a silver helmet.
Holly Short removed her helmet and rubbed the tips of her pointed ears absentmindedly. Oh, who cares what Julius thinks. Her old friend did not deserve to be viewed behind a pane of glass, like an animal at an exhibition, no matter how high-tech or expensive that piece of glass was.
She gently set her helmet on the ground and removed the pair of mechanical wings on her back. Kneeling in front of the grave, her slender fingers drew out a small bunch of flowers from the small pack she carried. Each of them was in a shade and type of flower that had never been seen on Earth, but which thrived in abundance in a small artificial garden deep below the Earth’s crust, in Holly’s house. Tucking a stray strand of wispy hair behind her ears, she carefully dug a small hole in the ground in front of Butler’s tomb, and put the flowers in it, before covering up the roots. She then placed both hands on either side of the hole, and jammed some of her newly replenished magic deep into the flowers. As the blue sparks scuttled up the stems of the flowers, a smile formed on Holly’s lips. These flowers would stay for a long time.
She remained there for a moment, silent in reverence of her friend, before strapping on the wings and taking off again. Ignoring all protocol, she skimmed low over the ocean, visor open, enjoying the feel of the salty air against her face. So she’d have to dump tons of moisturizer on her face later. That was a small price to pay for the pleasures of the open air.
Nearing her destination, she landed gently and walked around the large building in front of her.
Fowl Manor.
She sat on top of the wall, and her fingers wandered towards her pack once more, finally pulling out a slightly tattered photo of a Mud Boy. Who was now a Mud Man. A very old Mud Man. She stared at the piercing blue gaze, which even captured in the photograph, still managed to send a mixture of fear, respect and loss running through her.
It’s funny, she thought, how one can change in such a short period of time. She missed Artemis, that was for sure. Who would have thought that someone, a Mud Person in fact, could cause such a big impact in Haven? Or that the loss of such a person would create such a big impact on the lives of a few very special fairies? She sighed and tucked the photo back into the pack.
The wings sprang into life again, as Holly hovered just above the wall, before swooping to one of the half open windows and resting on the sill. Inside, resting on a soft chair, was Artemis. A much older Artemis. Holly felt a pang at seeing him just lying there. She still remembered the “adventures” she had had with him; and she missed that sharp acute mind. Also, it wasn’t that satisfying to punch an old Artemis, as compared to punching a much younger and annoying one. Holly couldn’t help but grin at the thought.
Her time up here was running out. If she didn’t hurry, Root would soon be yelling at her through her helmet’s intercom, which had been updated, along with the rest of it, to become clearer, and unfortunately, louder as well.
Hesitating a moment, Holly rested a hand on the window. Surely after 50 or so odd years, her invitation into Fowl Manor still stood. She made up her mind. Even if it wasn’t, well then Fowl would have a little fairy vomit on his carpet as a souvenir then.
The well oiled wings barely made a noise as Holly unshielded and landed on the soft carpet. Walking over to the sleeping Artemis in his chair, she changed her mind, and hovered again, to reach his face. She sighed, a long deep sigh, as the worry lines on his face sprang out at her.
“So old, and yet still so many problems,” she murmured, before reaching out a sparking fingertip and smoothing out a few of the lines. “Artemis, Artemis, when will you ever learn?” Hovering there for a while longer, she finally leaned in a gave him a small kiss on the forehead.
“Goodbye, Artemis,” she whispered, before quickly swooping out of the window.
The old man’s eyes fluttered open, and his mouth curved in a weak smile.
“Goodbye, Holly,” he said to the air, while clutching the picture she had left behind in his hand.
As the blood red splotch of blazing crimson finally disappeared from the darkening canvas, someone viewed the world through water.
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A/N: Please forgive all discrepancies found here, I am not one for details. (Yeah I should, but I guess it's just not part of my nature.) I try to make sure that nothing major is wrong, and there weren't any complaints on ff.net, but if you guys spot anything wrong, tell me. Also, this was originally written before The Opal Deception, which is why Holly is still in the LEP and Root is not dead. (Man I hated that. I cried when he died. =/)
Lastly, please review. ^^ I still want to know if my last 3 chapters are understandable. Haha.