Sometimes, people are lost. This causes grief. But sometimes, grief is only the beginning…
My name is Valkyrie Cain. I fight against evil people with my friends. Sometimes, my friends don't make it. Eleven months ago, we were fighting Bloodlust, a vampire/human hybrid. He had many supporters. It was me and Tanith versus nearly all of Irelands' criminals. She jumped in front of a blade for me. I remember fighting on heartlessly, because her sacrifice would be in vain if I died. I lived through that battle both for and because of her. Tanith was my only good friend left after Skulduggery. And so Tanith was lost to me. She was the kindest, bravest person that I know. But the Death God – for there must be one – cares not.
One cut for Tanith.
