Okay sorry for the abrupt ending on the first chapter guys.. This one I almost started crying for Valkyrie as I felt her loss whilst writing it. There is a spolier of The last stand of dead men in this one incase you haven't read it yet. Am trying to write at least a chapter every day, but because I'm at uni I'm busy quite a lot of the time!

It's a flashback just incase you get confused haha.. enjoy!

At first she thought he was joking so she laughed which soon turned to an uneasy chuckle because he had kept silent, obviously waiting for this information to settle in, and then he was gone.

Valkyrie wasn't sure how long she'd had stood in that same spot, but once she had finally looked up at the clock on the mantelpiece she knew it had been hours, and the room had become dark and sinister.

That's when the panic struck.

She frantically screamed his name searching the mansion, expecting to find him sat in his favourite armchair in the living room. She ran down the grand staircase but tripped halfway and eventually came sliding off the bottom step onto the glacial floor. Valkyrie jumped up not caring about her bruised lip and the cut on her forehead which started to trickle and ooze with blood.

Her head was pounding but she didn't care. She threw open the double doors and ran down the second flight of concrete stairs to find she had yet again tripped and landed this time on her back side. The panic had made her clumsy, but she carried on through the storm which raged on, almost like it knew all the hurt she was going through.

She didn't stop running. She couldn't stop even if she had wanted to. Occasionally she reached her hands behind her trying to propel herself forward using the air in hope she'd get to his house faster. 'Why didn't I just drive my car?!' she thought but carried on running in fear of losing precious time.

By the time she'd reached Dublin she was a state. Her clothes and hair drenched and clinged to her body. Her lip had puffed up and the cut was starting to sting, but not as much as the force of the rain against her arms and face. Even then she didn't stop running. It was like an unseen energy had pushed her forward the entire way making sure she hadn't lost time by walking or falling down.

Her legs were screaming at her by the time she'd reached his house on the nicer and more quiet side of Dublin. Valkyrie bent over panting and struggling to regain her breath. Her body shaked violently from the strain but she refused to give up.

Slowly she walked to the door. Locked. Valkyrie made her way to every window, and in turn each curtain was shut, so she couldn't see, so she ran around the back and banged against the back door.

"LET ME IN"... "LET ME IN". "please" she finished whispering.

Valkyrie suddenly had a thought. Not caring about the sigils that would be activated she slammed her elbow into the glass, tearing some of her skin at the same time.

'No sigils? That's odd...' she thought. She opened the door from the inside and crept into the house straight into the living room.

Empty.

"NO" she screamed over and over whilst running through the house slamming into each room. Everything was gone. The house was bare, as if no one had ever lived there.

That wasn't going to stop her though, so she ran out of the house and straight for the sanctuary.

Erskine Ravel looked up at the shuddering girl that stood before him and rushed to catch her as she started to collapse. Her breathing uneven and low. "Where?" is all she could manage to whisper.

Erskine looked into her chocolate eyes, regretting already what he was about to say.

"Valkyrie.. I'm...I'm so sorry... He has resigned. He's gone."

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