Valkyrie Cain stared out at the pounding rain, a silent tear making its way gently down her face. The rain was reminding her of her first sight of Skulduggery Pleasant, skeleton Detective. It had been a night much like this one, rain pouring down, the bridge flooded, her alone in Gordon's house. Of course, she had been attacked that night, and had nearly died, and the next day was stiff, bruised and sore, but that fateful night had set her course for amazing adventures and helped her set her future.
Valkyrie sighed and wiped away the tear. She knew what she had to do to get Skul back, but after 6 months of no leads, no information, and no knowledge of where the hell he was when he lost his head, she was beginning to get pretty depressed. She really did not want to train in Necromancy, preferring to use her Elemental powers, but it was beginning to look as if she had no choice. She didn't know what was going on on the other side with the Faceless Ones, but she had an uneasy feeling that it wasn't pleasant for the skeleton detective. And she felt helpless.
Sniffling rather pathetically, she walked away from the window and went to go talk to Gordon. She liked the room where he was, and he made her feel a bit better. Until she walked out and was slammed back into harsh reality once again. Stopping, she changed her mind. She turned around and began to got to the roof. A good soaking in bone chilling rain would do her good.
Using air to lift her up, she sat on a piece of roofing that was rather flat. She had sat there with Skul many a time. She cursed herself for thining of the goood, semi-relaxed times they had had. At that point, she could have sworn that she had a masochistic streak, previously unknown. Still, it spurred her to look harder, work harder. She could ask around more. And, as loathe as she was to do it, she had to learn Necromancy. Even if she did, she could still practice her Elemental powers, right? She didn't have to give them up... She hoped.
She shook her head at the many thoughts in her head, many of them morbid. Such as the power issue, whether or not Skul was even alive after being trapped with the Faceless Ones for so long, if she could survive opening the portal yet again. If she could even find his skull. And to her, Ghastly, Tanith, and possibly China, that failure was not an option. Dreading her up and coming decision, she floated down off the roof. If she had to contact the Necromancer who offered to teach her, she'd rather not be sick.