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I do not own Skulduggery Pleasant, Derek Landy is the Skulduggery god.

I slept for a long time that night.

As soon as we arrived in one of Skulduggery's many living rooms, I immediately stumbled to the sofa. During the teleportation here, all of my exhaustion hit me at once, leaving me dead on my feet. No pun intended, of course.

My dreams were vivid.

I was in a burning city that looked familiar. The smoke coming from the many fires that were raging blotted out the sun and the sky, leaving us in a murky world.

I was running for no apparent reason, but I found that I couldn't stop.

I was breathing fast and heavily, though I was choking on every other breath from the smoke.

I jumped back as a lamppost fell across my path, almost crushing me.

I ran on.

There was a wall of flame blocking my path and I tried to extinguish it with magic. I splayed my hands but I couldn't feel the interconnecting strands of air to push.

It seemed I had no power over the elements in this dream-world of mine.

Just to make sure, I clicked my fingers.

No spark came.

I felt the necromancer ring cold and hard on my finger. I tried collecting the shadows around me to cover and extinguish the flame, but the shadows didn't come to my call.

I had no magic.

As soon as I realised that, my feet were flying in a different direction.

I ran further into the city, further into the flames. My mind was screaming at me. It said to get away from the flames, to save myself, but my feet wouldn't listen. It was like I was possessed.

Then I heard something.

As I ran further into the flames, the stronger the sound was.

Then I realised.

The sounds were screams.

I ran into a square of some sort. The square was filled with people of all shapes and sizes. Babies, adults, teenagers.

That was when I saw China Sorrows.

She was using the symbols tattooed all over her body to send shockwaves out of her. I looked at the perimeter of the square and saw that there was a multitude of magic-users. They were using their magic in front of the mortals.

But why?

I realised that they must be protecting the mortals that were screaming in the square.

But from what?

I scanned the multitude of magic-users again and realised that there were no necromancers defending the mortals.

Suddenly, a mage went hurtling off into the distance, screaming. Another soon followed and two more after that.

Then she came.

She came striding in with dozens of darkly-clad figures trailing behind her.

Necromancers.

It was Darquesse.

But what would the necromancers want with her?

Then it dawned on me. Darquesse was their Death Bringer. The person who, in their eyes, would save the world.

I knew she would only destroy it.

Because she was me and I was her.

A figure ran at Darquesse, brandishing a sword and yelling a battle cry.

Upon closer inspection, I saw that it was a woman.

My mouth fell open as I realised that it was Tanith.

My mind scrambled for answers. The remnant inside Tanith would have never attacked Darquesse. Darquesse was its god.

I soared with joy as I realised that this Tanith didn't have the remnant inside her.

Somehow she had gotten it out of her.

But my joy diminished when I realised something.

She was going for Darquesse.

She was going to get herself killed.

I ran down to the square, pushing people out of my way in my haste to get to Tanith. They were so scared that they didn't even dare utter a word of complaint.

I was too late.

As soon as I breached the huddle of mortals, Tanith was three quarters of the way there and Darquesse was lazily raising her hand, as if to flick a pesky fly away.

Her hand halted.

Darquesse seemed to have a look of confusion on her face, as if she didn't know what was going on.

My spirits rose, thinking we had a chance.

Only for them to be crushed as a necromancer pushed a wall of shadow at her, sending her flying into a nearby wall.

The moment of confusion had passed from Darquesse and she strode three steps forward, moving with the utmost confidence.

She turned my way, as if she could see me and gave me an evil grin.

Then she erupted in a cloud of shadows and the necromancers rushed forward, following the orders of their saviour.