Another World

by ThePinkDocMartens

Set in the Alternate Universe that Salis Nadir sent Valkyrie to in The Kingdom Of The Wicked. Tanith works for Mevolent, she doesn't want to be there but Mevolent has his ways and makes her stay. Ghastly from the resistance wants to help. with China at the head of the resistance their help comes at a price. All rights go to Derek Landy

1. Chapter 1

This is set in the alternate Universe, which Silas Nadir sent Valkyrie to, in The Kingdom Of The Wicked.

Chapter one

Tanith

She walked down the main road, surrounded by mortal homes. Well, if you could call them homes, really they were just empty shells that they hid in. She walked slowly noticing how the mortals shrank back into the homes, and if they were too far away from their homes they just stared at the floor waiting for them to pass. Some even curled up on the floor, as to not attract her attention. She smiled to herself, they weren't hiding from her because she was a mage, they were hiding from her because she was Tanith Low – Mevolent's Favourite assassin.

Trained as part of The Knives in the Shadows, a Hidden Blade. After training, she and Avaunt were recruited by Mevolent -a mage who believe in the Faceless Ones and hoped one day they would walk the earth again –but Avaunt being as good as she was, lacked in subtleness and as killed after a mere 20 years after joining Mevolent's cause, by the notoriously strong Mr. Bliss. So much for being better, turns out that caution was sometimes the best way to go about things.

The people in the city, well to put it kindly didn't like Tanith, and she didn't like them. With her tight brown leather and Blond hair. They said that they way she was dressed meant that she didn't truly follow the Gods, The Faceless Ones. True believers would cover themselves up. To one woman Tanith shut her up by saying she never claimed to be a worshipper of The Faceless Ones. They all called her a heathen now. No one in the city understood why she was Mevolent's favourite, but she knew why, she was the only one who could kill someone and have it be hours before anyone noticed anything was wrong.

As she got to the end of the street, a man out of the corner of her eye. He didn't shrink at her gaze, he stood tall and proud. He wasn't a Mortal he was a mage, and a powerful one at that. He had heard stories about this man. The man who was cursed before he was born leaving him with scars all over his body. His name was Ghastly Bespoke, Resistance. Dressed in a white, fine tailored suit. He stared at her, as mortals scuttled past him. She stood at a distance from him, the distance that he could fall on his face in front of her and still not touch the tips of her brown boots. Folding her arms over her chest she glared at him .

"What do you want?" she demanded sharply, so he knew who was in charge in this situation.

"I came to see you" he replied calmly