Sometimes, people are lost. This causes grief. But sometimes, grief is only the beginning…

My name is Valkyrie. I am an elemental magician, working as a part-time detective for our Sactuary. I was offered the position of their head detective, but I couldn't do it. It would feel like a slap in the face to Skulduggery. Anyway - the hours were long, and I had to take care of Genevieve, my little almost-two-year-old daughter. Skulduggery surprised everyone with that news – the news that he could have kids. But, seven months into my pregnancy, he disappeared. Gone. No-one knows where he went.

I was his apprentice. His partner. I saved him from Gods wrath. Literally. I fought by his side. I was his girlfriend. The mother of his child. And I am still his wife.

But all that means nothing. To him, at least.

And the funny thing is, I would do it all again. Because he is- no, was- a good person.

One cut for Skulduggery.