Skulduggery Pleasant: Death's Dawn

"I grabbed the axe off of one of them, snapping it with a sharp crack, twisting around and driving it into the skull of another. These guys were easy to kill, but we were being overwhelmed. I was almost at Tihana's side again, when I felt the rock hit my head.

"Oh bollocks." Blood trickled down the side of my face, and then I passed out."


20. Chapter 19

I'd first like to apologise for a LONG time of inactivity from us both on this book. I, myself, had a writer's block whilst Narsin gave up inspiring me. But we're back, and (hopefully) better than ever! I myself am using some very inspiring music. So, I hope you enjoy, and manage to pick up from where we left off!

Sword Lord - Tyrian

I strode into Tihana's room at the local inn. She was standing over a backpack, flinging things into it with a vehemence capable of making demons cry. I'd seen it happen. She didn't even turn to look at me, just sighed and continued to throw things into it. I leant against the wall, about to close my eyes, when she said;

"Can you get my knife from the top shelf?" I strode over to the shelving unit, and reached my arm up, grabbing at the leather sheath.

"How'd you even get it up there, shorty?" I mocked her lack of height as often as I could. Tihana turned at me and glared, too see it dangling over her head. I chuckled deep in my throat, as she started waving her arms in the air to get it. I continued to laugh, until she punched me in the gut and I flew across the room, slamming into the wall. It cracked with the force of impact, and I slid down it. Tihana strode over and grabbed the knife from my slackened hand.

"I used a chair." I stood up and felt at my ribs. "And if you mock about that you'll find my hand grasping your throat." I smiled to myself, and watched as she pulled the zip on the backpack. I moved forward and slung it over her shoulders. After so many years as a team, we knew how to do things faster. She turned to me, and I felt a small lump in my throat. We hadn't been truly separated since the time we were locked in a cell by some undead. This felt worse somehow, knowing there would be no way for me to save her if there was trouble. We stared at each other, and then we both moved, pulling each other into a tight hug.

"Take care." I told her. She nodded, and said something, but it was muffled against my upper torso. She moved her head away and repeated it.

"You too, clumsy." We gave each other a small smile, and with that, she walked out the room confidently, not turning around. Walking out the room, and, it felt to me, out of my heart.

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