The story of Isaac Starling: Dark Forests and Many Shadows

by tomahawk12345

The story is about a boy who becomes a sorcerer. It has the same rules and concepts as Skulduggery Pleasant but I have made it my own. The characters are completely my own. Please note: This used to be a crossover with Continuum but I have now decided against that. Isaac Starling is an ordinary boy living in the west of England. Nothing happens where he lives, well, didn't use to.

1. Prologue

This is how I died

"Do you understand?" the sergeant in front of us asked. My name was James. Notice I say was. Ever since they signed us up to this new task force we have been told to, I suppose, rename ourselves. They said something about our protection. Anyway, I was 18 and had joined the army last year. We had been trained to shoot and survive and all that and I had finally got in. Then after just a couple of months me, John, Dave and four others had relocated to the one we are in now. None of us were sure why, until tonight. The sergeant had told us to meet at the front of the old gates. They were built around, well, it doesn't really matter. They were old and fortified. We formed up in two lines. I was in the middle at the front. The sergeant walked up and spoke in his usual manner: Loud and annoying. No disrespect, sir. "Now." He said, scanning each of our faces. "No one has told you why you are here. Tonight, that isn't going to change." He took a note pad out of his top pocket. "We have received Intel that a man that has been seen on several accounts of brutal murder in Ireland." He paused" Using a bow and arrow." He spoke the words with despite like he hated the primitive uses of them. He continued" Has been seen not far from this position. We think he may now be operating in this town and has a home base. Your task is to locate this base. If you have no option then lethal force is allowed. But do not engage otherwise." He stalked to the front and looked at me "Do you understand?". I was suddenly aware of a low whistling sound and the steel head of an arrow punctured the sergeant's chest. He collapsed sideways and I was surrounded by noise and gun shots. The man to my right ran forward, raising his gun to fire, but only got halfway before falling to his knees. I was the last man standing and the dark figure walked up to me. I flinched back and he raised his hand. I felt something sharp embed into my chest and realised I was falling backwards. My head hit the floor. As I moved to get up, the pain in my chest increased and I noticed a stick, protruding from it. The blurred imaged came closer and into view. The man who had killed me looked right at me and said.

"This world is not ready for the storm that is coming." He stood up and pulled the arrow from me. Everything faded to black. That is how I died.