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Post by RaisinHell on Mar 16, 2013 3:56:48 GMT
Valkyrie has a bit of a problem on her hands - she hasn't seen her reflection. But that of course isn't the only thing that troubles her - threats of war between Sanctuarys, Darquesse, the subtle aura of dark plots unfolding and a handsome young man who found a way into her heart wants to know everything about her while his own history lies lost with something else.
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Post by RaisinHell on Mar 17, 2013 0:07:16 GMT
Skulduggery and Valkyrie are there to save the world... but who can save them? |
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Post by RaisinHell on Mar 18, 2013 14:17:34 GMT
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Post by RaisinHell on Mar 19, 2013 1:13:13 GMT
Prologue
He skidded through the mud when he failed to pick his feet up properly, yet he carried on, shoes now splashed thoroughly with dirty water. He clutched at the thick layer of clothes around him. The weather was warm, abeit rainy, but he felt safer this way. He was off-course, but now a days, he didn't have anywhere to be. In fact, off course was a good thing. His way of zigzagging through Dublin was what made him untraceable, in the company of no-one but his own shadow. Besides, he didn't know how he would cope around people now with these images and sounds in his head. Curious, when he heard himself chuckle what date now he couldn't fathom, how he slightly wished to keep record of things that transpired over a day but now could happy do away with all that. The flash of light that closing your eyes couldn't block, the wail of sirens as the flashing vehicles roar past his running form. It was nonsense to have wanted the memories. He found himself sighing, something his dear friend would met with a quizzical look before shrugging off and leaving in haste to meet up his other special partners.
And it seemed like it would happen, just like that. He had to far from anyone before they swept in, and he glanced behind him like it was just the wind whispering through the grass; like he didn't see anyone. That straight face of his bugged the stranger, but he was just here to get the boy. The young man heard the words, but the words just felt like they were spoken in lower pitch, didn't carry at all the same flux of sound and melody of his dear friend's voice so the calls to come with them didn't stir one muscle in his leg. Dozens of people had called on him in the past, usually in good spirits but it did no good and he would leave. Exactly as he contemplated doing now and just carrying on in the direction he was treading but then something caught his eye. It seemed the much older man had a weapon of sorts. He looked indifferent to this, it won't do a thing to threaten him. Suddenly it hit him and something inexperienced happened. and dry throat tightening he did something he hadn't done before; he let out a loud, and angonized animal-like scream.
This couldn't end anyway but badly.
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Post by RaisinHell on Mar 24, 2013 16:49:34 GMT
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Post by RaisinHell on Mar 23, 2014 16:42:54 GMT
I dunno when I will write this whole fanfic up, the details are hazy and the newest book threw a wrench into my story - for example I was going to write this about between Kingdom of the Wicked and The Magnificent Seven - and I was going have a touching moment with Ghasty and Tanith. What happened in Last Stand of Dead Men however..... {Also psycho Myra}
So! I'll just write out sections of the fanfic that have been rattling in my brain for a while, both so I don't forget and just because why not. This story may now never happen so I have nothing to lose
1. Val's surprise date
[tbc]
2. Valkyrie lives in Roarhaven {temporarily}
TXT
3. Mag meets Billy-Ray {and loves it}
4. Little miss sunshine *cough- Melancholia* makes a return
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