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Most of the demons were gone. Most, but not all. Abbot was left, grinning maniacally, his sword extended before him.
"Hello, elf," he said, and plunged the sword into Holly's chest.
Holly felt the steel slide through the delicate membrane of elfin skin...
Magic could not help her here. There was only one person who could.
Holly spoke her last. "Artemis," she said, her voice weak and thin. "Artemis, help me."
Artemis glanced her way briefly, then returned his gaze to the bomb's timer, leaving Holly Short to die on the ground. Which she did.

Once. Briefly. He shouldn't have. The sight of his friend dying almost threw off his count. And right now, the count was the most important thing.
Holly died without a friend to hold her hand...He kept on counting, brushing away the tears...
Artemis rose and moved swiftly to his fallen friend. Abbot saw him go. He pointed the sword in Artemis's direction.
"You're next, Mud Boy."
Artemis did not look into Holly's eyes. He could not. Instead, he pried the handgun from her hand and pointed it away from him.
Be careful now. Timing is Everything.

--Eoin Colfer's 'Artemis Fowl: The Lost Colony'

(No alterations just a summary of the chapters to form this page.)

Here's the pencilled version [link]

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Description
Most of the demons were gone. Most, but not all. Abbot was left, grinning maniacally, his sword extended before him.
"Hello, elf," he said, and plunged the sword into Holly's chest.
Holly felt the steel slide through the delicate membrane of elfin skin...
Magic could not help her here. There was only one person who could.
Holly spoke her last. "Artemis," she said, her voice weak and thin. "Artemis, help me."
Artemis glanced her way briefly, then returned his gaze to the bomb's timer, leaving Holly Short to die on the ground. Which she did.

Once. Briefly. He shouldn't have. The sight of his friend dying almost threw off his count. And right now, the count was the most important thing.
Holly died without a friend to hold her hand...He kept on counting, brushing away the tears...
Artemis rose and moved swiftly to his fallen friend. Abbot saw him go. He pointed the sword in Artemis's direction.
"You're next, Mud Boy."
Artemis did not look into Holly's eyes. He could not. Instead, he pried the handgun from her hand and pointed it away from him.
Be careful now. Timing is Everything.

--Eoin Colfer's 'Artemis Fowl: The Lost Colony'

(No alterations just a summary of the chapters to form this page.)

Here's the pencilled version [link]

art (c) me