I hope this is better than the last version.
Prologue
It was 1st of January 2012, in Dublin, Ireland and Cleric Vandameer Craven was experimenting. Walking through the city, shovel in one hand, parchment in the other, would have looked rather strange if their had been any passers-by. But this was New Year's night. Vandameer had chosen the perfect time of year for this little "experiment". He self-conciously glanced around and turned down Clareville Grove and down the street on which Glasnevin cemetery was.
It was huge. Over 1,500,000 people were buried there. Only? he thought. He sighed and looked around. The cemetery looked rather scary at night, in the dark, deserted, no one to hear you scream. He musn't get distracted. There was at job at hand and high priest Auron Tenebrae would not be pleased if Craven returned to the temple empty handed. Craven skimmed the few rows of headstones in front of him and when he didn't find what he was looking for, he moved on the the next row, and the next, and the next, and the next. Several hundred rows later, Craven found what he was looking for. It was the headstone of a very specific person, and it read;
Here lies Saphire Shadows, deceased daughter of Fierce Waters and Skulduggery Pleasant.
Victim of war.
Loved and missed by many, forever in our hearts.
Sapphire Shadows - 1836-1850
Craven smiled. Auron Tenebrae would be pleased.
