A/N: This is my first ever attempt at fanfiction so please be kind! Just a side note, this story is set ten years after the books ended. Enjoy!

Valkyrie,

I can't hold him in any longer he's coming out and I'm not sure what to do I just want everyone to know I'm sor-

-Skulduggery pleasant

10 years later

"Grand Mage they have already bombed the Necromancers and they have destroyed the American Sanctuary- how many of us do they have to kill before you sign this contract?" Storm cried angrily. "If this is about your mother forget about it," she continued. "She died. Deal with it. She is just another casualty in this- this mess you have created. You kept that monster locked up and he broke out just like everyone told you he would do."

"Storm I will fi-"

"What, you want to fix this?" Storm interrupted the Grand Mage, something she would never have dared to do under ordinary circumstances.

"Sign it." she finished bluntly. And with that, Storm slammed the door closed. Grand Mage Severe sighed, picked up the pen and agreed to the contract.

100 years later

I loved feeling important almost as much as I loved my discipline. You see, I was what they called a jumper however I liked to call himself the Last Teleporter. However great it seemed, my power had certain flaws; I could only travel a mile at a time before passing out, so I only liked to travel half a mile at a time. It took even more power out of me jumping with Alice. She was a Sensitive but she was far from ordinary. Alice could control people and get into their minds. She was very handy in negotiating and she was quite the fighter as well.

For years now the two of us had been fighting Department X in an attempt to protect the safety of the Mages. Department X were created after Severe, the last ever Grand Mage, signed a contract to force all of the Mages into moving to Ireland where they could be cut off from the rest of the world and controlled by the mortals who were afraid of magic. Department X's job was to kill any Mages who had managed to avoid capture and stay out of Ireland.

For a while now we had been looking for a mysterious object which Alice was dead set against telling me about but I trusted her with my life, which is why on a Saturday afternoon, we found ourselves at an old abandoned factory. I went in first to scope out the place and looked around cautiously as Alice stayed a few paces behind me.

"Anyone there, Cilan?" shouted Alice.

"No I don't think anyone's been here for years," I replied over my shoulder.

"Perfect," she called back to me. The factory looked very old, the roof had had rusted slightly and the cracks in the walls seemed like they were going to make the building come tumbling down on top of us.

"So how come an old run down factory sparks your interest?" I asked Alice. She had made her way to my side and she pointed at a cell. It looked much cleaner then the whole factory and the iron bars looked as if someone had melted them with fire. I got closer and whilst inspecting the cell, I noticed a black chest plate, practically sparkling compared to its surroundings. Who would want to wear armour..?

A/N: So what do you think? This is honestly my first try at writing anything so any constructive criticism would be a huge help. If you have any questions, suggestions for plotlines or would like to be a character in this, drop me a review! Oh and Cilan's name, my main character, is pronounced Cylan just in case you didn't know.

And finally, I'd very briefly like to give credit to some awesome people; LionsandTrolls and DeadGirl19 for inspiring me to start writing and really getting me into the fanfiction side of Skulduggery Pleasant. They're two very talented authors, so if you haven't already, I suggest you check them out. And to my fab sister for helping to beta this- SavageLollipop.

Stay tuned, for all will be explained eventually!

-Luke