The war had ended 400 years ago. It seemed as if it were only yesterday when she helped Skulduggery arrange himself back together, she's watched him mature in a better light, although feared, he was also to be respected especially since her father appointed him for the position of the head detective of the Irish Sanctuary. She sighed, she hasn't spoken to her father in years, she was believed dead after she ran away during the war. She found out that Eachan Meritorious had adopted her, for what reason, she didn't know, all she did was cause trouble. It wasn't like she could ever help it, she has a penchant for raising Cain. Her heart broke when one of their fellow Elders stabbed her father in the back, she had never regretted anything more in her life, she was his only family left and she didn't offer him one small goodbye.
A few tears escaped their barrier before she realized. She flew over one roof top to another, heading towards the Sanctuary. It was time to make an appearance, if not for her and her pathetic excuse of a social life, then for her father, the man who had saved her off the streets during the war, when her birth mother wasn't able to provide for her anymore. Eachan took her in at just six months of age, and this was her being grateful for it.
She began her descent and immedeatly began to feel her nerves kicking in. It's been four hundred years, walking into this Sanctuary could only bring suspicion to anyone who saw her, anyone at all beside one man with a guilty concious and the heart a size of a whale. Of course his ego played a major role in that equation too. When her feet touch pure Irish soil she smiled, it was good to be home. Valkyrie Cain was back.
~#~
She crossed the desserted parking area and ran for the Bentley, manipulating the air so that she managed to jump on top of it from three feet away. The head detective and a rather... mortal looking man... headed in her direction. When they got closer she could see that Skulduggery was far lost in thought, that was never a good sign. She sat there for five more minutes, unoticed, and highly amused. The mortal man seemed to be throwing a trantrum, either that or his leaping for joy... or he just needed to pee. Skulduggery seemed to be highly aggitated, when he glanced behind him I could see why. There were two Cleavers dressed in normal clothing... Why were they following them? She sighed, that skeleton must've gotten into trouble again.
Guild was probably trying to keep tabs on them.
She cursed herself. Darn that wise voice! It just couldn't leave her alone.
All of a sudden she had an urge to keep her being alive a secret for a little longer. Should she interfer now there was a chance that she might get a surveilance team watching her every move? That's the last thing she needed right now. She has had four hundred years of freedom and she was determined not about to give that up anytime soon.