Random things that do matter: December 2012

Another Fan fic from Skulduggery Pleasant eh? Short one I promise. Just one part...maybe

THe end was drawing near. Zafira Kerias sat at her desk in the Sanctuary in New York City. She knew it was coming. Every sorcerer knew it. After Valkyrie Cain was littterally shunted into a dimension with Mevolent it was only a matter of time. Sightings of a Teleporter named Alexander Remit were being reported yet no operatives could catch him. Zafira looked at the report on her desk some more. She had no idea what to do about this. Who would? She doubted any Grand Mage before her had to deal with Mevolent coming BACK from the dead. Her clock showed ten past eleven at night. Zafira sighed. She still needed to come up with some type of plan. But none were coming to her mind. If only Ravel of Ireland wasn't asleep. It was ten past four in the morning and he sure as hell was not likely to be awake. Suddenly the phone rang. Serphia Jackson was calling. Why?
"Yes?" Zafira answered unsure what her fellow Elder wanted.
It went silent for a heartbeat, "Grand Mage. We have a problem."
"What?" Zafira was scared.
"Melecia Frost...of Scotland. Said she saw Remit with...someone dressed in red. Do you know who would be with him?" Serphia asked sounded scared. Zafira thought for a moment. Red...red...
"No. I was not alive long when Mevolent was alive in this reality. My only conclusion would be to ask one of the Irish."
Serphia sounded petrified, "The last Irishman I spoke to was Emerald Melody. And she tried to kill me. And fighting a damn werwolf? That is not fun. With or without Cleavers."
Zafira sighed, "Then you'll get Tipstaff most likely. Though it's four in the morning there. The odds of getting anyone are next to nothing. Pleasant maybe."
"Thanks, Zaf. I'll call over there in the morning. Pleasant must know something. Good night."
"Good night." Zafira echoed hanging up. Zafira left her office an hour later. The moment she got home she managed to get upstaires before falling asleep instantly.

Roarhaven, Ireland 4:pm. Grand Mage Ravel was in ameeting with other important people. A typical day. The meeting ended dully and Ravel went to go eat. Skulduggery was off on adventures. Tipstaff came hurrying over he looked scared,
"Grand Mage." He said. "Theres a call from Serphia Jackson of America. Said its important."
Ravel's eyes widened. Not often do you get Americans calling.
"Alright I'll have one of the detectives speak." He said. Amd with that he went off to eat. Tipstaff didn't object to it and got one of the detectives. Emerald Melody.
"Elder Jackson." Emerald greeted. Serphia was silent then spoke,
"I wanted the Grand Mage, Melody." She said coldly. Emerald laughed.
"Grand Mage Ravel is busy. What do you need his almighty holiness for?" Emerald asked sounding more professional now. Serphia sighed,
"What do you guys know of Cleavers dressed in red?"
"Dressed....in...read?" Emerald stammered. "Are you mad, Elder Jackson?"
Serphia laughed, "Me? Mad? No. Melicia Frost of Scotland saw Remit with one." Emerald stayed quiet lost in thought.
"Skulduggery mentioned these once. Called Redhoods. They are like Cleavers except they are on Mevolent's side." Emerald explained recalling the conversation with Skulduggery. "If Remit has one that means he can bring more than himself over." Emerald stopped in thought. Serphia was at this point scared to death,
"Emerald....you just basically explained this to me." And without another world Serphia hung up. Emerald glared at the phone, "Could have at least said goodbye."

Berlin, Germany 5;45pm. A young woman wandered the streets. The empty part of town nobody was ever here. Suddenly she saw people dressed in red. Her immediate reaction was a gang. She continued walking. Soon she overheard voices speaking of a man named Mevolent. The woman knew who he was, her father died fighting him. She ran off unseen and headed for the German Sanctuary. The Elders must know. As she ran she heard someone say, January 25th. Not a good sign.

Four hours later every Sanctuary around the world had heard of the date. January 25th. The day Mevolent would break through. Nobody knew where though. Every operative was combing for clues but none were found. Zafira was getting anxious again, like she does if there is a bad sign coming. Tomorrow was the 25th of January. Actuallyit nearly was the 25th in Ireland. Hours seemed to drag by slowly. About 7pm in America. Midnight in Ireland. What could possibly happen?

Ireland, 12:01am. Valkyrie Cain was not asleep like most kids. She was with Skulduggery trying to figure out when Mevolent would break through. Skulduggery's phone rang.
"There isn't a need to continue the search." He told Vakyrie. She raised her eyebrows,
"Ravel wouldn't just call off the search!" She exclaimed. Slulduggery sounded as if he could barely believe it himself,
"Val, Mevolent is here. In Ireland." With that they sped off towards the battle where the Sanctuary agents were fighting. When the Bentley pulled up there was nobody left. There were dead bodies. But only the living were from the Sanctuary. Ghastly Bespoke was among the living.
"America. He's heading straight for America."

Zafira was prepared. Every mage who wanted to not die was with her along with Cleavers and operatives. She didn't need to go into hiding if Mevoelnt ordered her death he would find her easily. His army came Lord Vile among them. Zafira closed her eyes and told her side the words she never thought she'd ever say,
"No matter what happens. We will survive against Mevolent...again." Her words echoed through the people fighting/. Then, they surged forward and attacked. Nobody knew where Mevolent was. Zafira fought against a sorcerer who by the way they fought had some weird Adept power. Zafira sent shadows at his chest aiming to kill at this point. The man's knife hit her in the arm. She threw the knife back at him as she realized what he could do. Standing before her was a giant beast. Zafira didn't have time to register what animal as the beast threw her across the field like a rag doll. She hit the ground painfully. She got up and tried attacking the beast. Her shadows whipped around her in a storm of fury. The beast bit and clawed her as she fought harder losing blood as she went. As she soon realised a team of people were trying to take Lord Vile down she knew it was hopeless. She was outnumbered. She sent shadows at the beast and ran. Soon the living tried to run, Vile killed his opponents. When Zafira turned, the army was gone, just like that.
"God damnit Alander Remit!!!!!" She screamed. Those who were alive from the fight were taken to the Sanctuary for treatment. Those who died, Cleavers took the bodies to the morgue to be identified. Zafira was last to be treated refusing to be helped until everyone else. The moment she was able she was on the phone with Ravel,
"What the hell happened in Ireland?" She asked. Ravel explained the same thing that had happened in America only different mages and a different place. Finally Zafira spoke,
"We need to do something. We cannot let Mevolent take over. We are not losing to him."
"Zafira, we wil not lose against him but we must take precautions. We cannot afford to lose too manyo of our number"
Zafira sighed nearly ready to just scream. This was not what she expected, it was a masacre, "Ravel I understnad but. What are we going to do? From what I heard he killed the Council of Elders in Jamaca."
"We do what needs to be done, Zafira, and it is not going to be pretty."