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."

8Likes
29Comments
6998Views
AA

32. Chapter 31

Shadow Wolf – Tihana

Skulduggery and I spent the rest of the night discussing plans of action, drinking tea, in my case, and exchanging 'teaching' points. We spoke about how we taught out students, comparing different methods. It was rather interesting, if I do say so myself.

 

By the time the morning had come, we had run out of things to talk about, and merely sat, keeping watch, some might say. It was quite nice- I felt like I was in a pack, with others who knew how it felt. Skulduggery was the only man who was a skeleton, and I was the only werewolf. We both had students to speak of. I felt quite at home. By the time I finally heard Tyrian and Valkyrie wake, and movement come from the other room, it was around nine. Monday morning, at nine. For any mortal, school would have started by now. I sighed, standing and opening the door. “Good Morning Tyrian, Good Morning Valkyrie." Tyrian groaned from his bed- Valkyrie was already up and off to sort out her hair. Sleeping on the floor had messed it up quite a bit.

"Why do you always have to wake me up, just as I'm getting snuggled in?" He put his hands up to block out the light from the open curtains. It seemed Valkyrie was an early riser. Unlike Tyrian.

I sighed, turning from the room. "Because if I didn't, you'd spend your life in bed." I strode out without another word, leaving the boy to get himself ready. I'd give him five minutes before I dragged him out.

 

Some time later, both Valkyrie and Tyrian were hovering around, preparing their cornflakes- and in Tyrian's case, chocolate crispies, whilst me and the skeleton explained the plan. It was rather simple- sanctuary agents would be placed around Ireland, prepared for any undead attack. When one had been found, all sorcerers in the area would go to help, and the sanctuary would send us to help out. We'd already fixed that with Ghastly. Which reminds me- calling Elders in the middle of the night is fun.

Valkyrie nodded. Tyrian held up the empty milk bottle in dismay. "Where's all the milk gone?"

Valkyrie glanced down, at her rather full bowl. "Nowhere. It's gone into your imagination."

He gave her a challenging look, before moving toward the front door. "I'm gonna get milk. You can't have a good breakfast without milk." He proclaimed, head held high as he left. He'd probably go to a corner shop or something. I personally didn't see his problem. Small dried pieces of wheat and rice were no different with milk than without, weren't they?

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...