Okay. If you've read the summary (and I hope you did), yeah. This is basically from Valkyrie's sister, Alison's eyes.

Kingdom of the Wicked never happened. ***** Sorry, because everything changes in that book.

Alison is 11. Valkyrie is 23. I know that's not their real age difference but I didn't want Valkyrie to be too old.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer : I do not own Skulduggery Pleasant. The series belongs to Derek Landy.

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Alison Edgley had always felt that something was missing in her sister, Stephanie.

She couldn't pinpoint exactly what. Maybe it was the times Alison would ask a question and her sister would seem detached and far, far away. Or the times when her sister would go to her room, covered in bruises, then go away and come back perfectly fine. Or the times when she would talk like she wasn't part of the family. There was just something weird, something odd.

Alison knew that not many twenty-three years olds owned huge mansions, inherited from their dead uncle Gordon. Alison had never met Gordon, but Stephanie had said that he was funny and one of a kind. But the weird thing, Stephanie talked as if Gordon was still alive. She talked about him in the present tense.

Alison didn't ask. She was curious, but learned never to ask about her sister's life. Her sister, she knew, did her own thing. There were people who presumed that Stephanie was secretly part of some gang, with her muscled arms, but Alison knew better. She knew that her sister wasn't part of some gang. She was part of something bigger.

Something that was not to be known to the humans.

She shook her head. She didn't know where that thought had come from. From reading too much fantasy books, maybe.

Alison loved books. Not the boring ones with bland letterings and no imagination, no. Alison like books about supernatural things. Fantasy worlds. Worlds of magic and sorcery. She wanted a world of excitement and mysteries.

Sometimes Alison thought the world Stephanie seemed to live in was like that. Stephanie didn't seem to be a part of her world. No, Stephanie was detached from her, but at the same time she was a bridge from Alison's bland world to the exiting one of magic.

Sometimes, Alison really doubted herself.

There was something seriously wrong with her. Alison was different. She couldn't explain it, but she thought Stephanie would understand. Alison believed in magic, the type most children would've grown out of by her age. Not her. A part of Alison had always believed in magic and she couldn't snap herself out of it.

Sh couldn't tell her dad. He had always been strongly against magic for some reason unknown to Alison. But It was just as well, though. Alison liked living in her fantasy world, even if it was just by herself.

The door suddenly creaked open, stopping Alison from thinking on. She glanced over at the doorway to find her mum grinning at her. She looked horizontal, and Alison sat up from her bed so that her mum went back to being vertical.

"Alison," Melissa Edgley said, smiling brightly. "Hello."

"Hi, mum." Alison replied. "What are you doing in my room?"

Alison's mum opened her mouth to answer, but before she could, a hand snaked around Alison's door, followed by a head. Her dad grinned as he poked his head into the room and looked at Alison. "There's a surprise for your sister!" He exclaimed, interrupting his wife's attempt to say the words.

Alison's mum glared at her dad, then nodded. "Yeah. She got a pretty good mark on her exam so your dad and I baked her a cupcake. He was rubbish at it."

Desmond narrowed his eyes. "It's not my fault! The numbers on the recipe were too small. And I always thought 'two' looked sort of like 'five'." He explained, gesturing with his hands wildly.

Alison snorted and her dad glared at her. Melissa shook her head in amusement, her eyes twinkling, and sighed.

"I told you, he's hopeless." she said, but she was smiling. "Alison, can you take the cupcake up to your sister? Your dad and I have to go outside."

"Sure," Allison replied, swinging her legs over to the side of the bed and standing up, grimacing as her legs popped in protest. "Where are you going?"

Her dad wriggled his eyebrows. "Somewhere..." He said in a mock-mysterious voice, winking. "Your mother doesn't know."

Alison grinned knowingly and gave him the thumb up. Melissa rolled her eyes. "So you two are plotting something with each other now? Come on, Desmond, lets go. You forgot your jacket." She said. "Oh, and. Alison, the cake is in the kitchen, okay?"

"OK." Alison nodded. "Have fun."

"Bye, sweetheart." Her parents walked out the door. Alison waved goodbye then sighed to the empty room, walking over to the kitchen to get the treat. It was sitting on the kitchen table, a small and round cupcake, decorated with a smiley face in blue and yellow icing. Alison smiled as she looked at the piece of chocolate stuck in it.

She took the cupcake in her hands, careful not to smudge the icing. Then she walked quietly over to her sister's room.

She paused.

There were voices inside. They were hushed and faded and Alison wondered briefly if she should go in or not. Maybe Stephanie was busy. She was always busy, with either her school work or other mysterious things she didn't want to tell Alison about.

Maybe it has something to do with magic, a small part of her mind thought hopefully. Maybe the fantasy world of yours really does exist.

Then she shook her head. It's just a cupcake. She told herself. I won't disrupt much, hopefully.

She opened the door slowly, wincing at the creaking noise, the sighed in both relief and disappointment as she scanned the empty room. Nothing magical, just Stephanie's neatly made bed and other ordinary objects. Alison didn't know what she had expected. A flying unicorn, maybe. Or maybe she had been imagining the voices. Maybe she hadn't disrupted anything, after all, and Stephanie wasn't in her room in the first place.

That was when she saw them.

Two identical people were frozen, standing at the corner of the room. Allison hadn't noticed them at first, because they were hidden with the shadows. The two people were both staring at Alison with their mouths wide open in surprise. Both had the familiar dark hair and dark eyes, except one was wearing a t-shirt and shorts and the other was dressed in all black from head to toe in some material Alison didn't recognise. The familiar bone structure and the familiar facial expression were on both of those faces, but there were two of them. Two identical faces. Two identical people.

Alison gaped. The cupcake in her hand slipped and dropped onto the floor, the icing smudging and staining the carpet, but she barely noticed as her eyes continued flickering between the two people rapidly.

"Um." The girl dressed in black said. Alison stared at her, her hand beginning to twitch. A nervous habit of hers, one that she had tried to stop but wasn't even bothering restraining now.

"I think she is in shock." The other girl said. Her voice sounded calm, like the Stephanie she knew sounded like, way calmer than Alison felt. Not that it was saying anything, because Alison didn't feel calm at all. She was torn between exitement that maybe magic did exist, and fear, that she was going insane.

Alison was still gaping. With difficulty, she made herself close her mouth. A small part of her was telling her that no one wanted to see the inners of another person's mouth, and she listened, although she was barely aware of it.

Black-clothed girl cleared her throat. Alison suddenly remembered to speak.

"...Stephanie?" she asked. Her voice was a pitch higher than usual as she continued on, very well aware of the fact that both her sisters were harboring the same expression.. "I think... I think there are two of you."

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Haha, sorry about the shortness of the chapter. I didn't write more because I wanted it to end here. So... yeah! What do you think?

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