Hello this is my first fanfic, it's about when Skulduggery took off his armour during the war, under the premise that he had just killed Ghastly's mother. Cheery, right?
Chapter 1 - And he waited.
The skeleton sat on the edge of the cliff, overlooking a scarred wasteland that looked like the hand of god himself had carved furrows into the earth; the remains of a living, breathing community that used to cover the ground. A gentle breeze ruffled the tattered clothes that hung off of him, parts hanging on by a thread, flashes of white bone visible through the layers. It carried the fading odour of ozone and magic; faint but still tangible. Scattered around him lay pieces of pitch black armour, symbols hidden beneath the outer coating designed to harness the death magic that radiated off the battlefield and add it to itself, as if it was a living, breathing being of its own, pulsing and shifting of its own accord.
Among the fallen that day, the dead corpses strewn across the ground, a woman lay swathed in two; her destructive power once spoken of in hushed whispers among soldiers on both sides now insignificant in the wake of Vile. The skeleton moved nigh an inch, simply sat there - unreadable, and waited. Waited for something to spur him into action, something to give him purpose, something to drive himself to collect the tattered remains of a life once lived and piece them together; a life now hidden deep within. A life filled with loss and pain and grief, but also one brimming with love and happiness and friendship. He gazed at the devastation he had wrought upon this civilization and countless others before it, and his head tilted to one side. The fire that had lied dormant within him for so long burst into flame, and Skulduggery Pleasant waited no more.
So, thanks for reading and any/all reviews welcome :)