independent and selective VALKYRIE CAIN from the Skulduggery Pleasant series by Derek Landy; as written by caine ( ally ). blog was originally established in feb2013, and rebooted in mar2016.
“Val,
Do you know how much crap Solomon
put me through to write this? Do you know how hard it is to learn how to write and
read English, especially with that grumpy sod for a teacher? Learning
Necromancy is all well and good, yes, but wait until he tries to teach you how
to spell “rhododendron”, it’s fucking ridiculous. But on the bright side, for
every word I learned to spell, he taught me how to swear. So at least it sort
of sounds like me writing this.
I know we’re about to go through some dangerous shit, Val.
And I know that it’s going to suck for you; it’s going to suck for everyone but
you most of all. All this Darquesse shit you’re going to have to face…you
realise we’re all going to be with you during it, right? Me, Skulduggery,
everyone, we’re all going to fight this with you.
But I’m not writing this to reassure you that everything’s
going to be okay. I’m writing this for the opposite; obviously, if you’ve found
it, you’ve been going through my shit which means that I died in my
overly-valiant efforts to help you. And not going to lie…I’m pissed off. I didn’t
want to die. I’m still young and gorgeous and will leave way too many broken
hearts behind and I don’t belong in the ground just yet. I hope that makes you
feel terrible. You should have saved me, you absolute cow.
The fact is, I’m dead, you’re probably feeling a little down
about it, so I needed to write this to you to tell you that it’s actually kind
of okay. I’m way past caring now. If you’re reading this, then you saved the
world, you survived, and you won. And I need to let you know that I’m proud of
you. You’ve done so well, you’ve gone above and beyond the call of duty and you
deserve a rest. I’m serious, just…take a break or something. Fly to Australia,
go visit my family, they will give you some right royal treatment if that’s
what you need. Actually, it’s what I’m asking. Val, I don’t want some random
Sanctuary Agent to tell them I’m gone. I need it to be someone I know, someone
I love, I need it to be you. Please tell my baba I’m gone.
Under the right bedside table is a drawer with a tin box in
it, the combo is 6-2-2-4. There’s about five thousand euros in it, with some
other stuff; it’s yours. I wouldn’t ask you to go to the other side of the
world on your own dime, even with your uncle’s money. I’m so sorry to ask it of
you, but even when I’m gone, I need to think about my family.
There are a few other letters tucked up here, I would really
appreciate it if you got them to who they needed to go to. (Solomon has his own
keys, so his letter may be missing but that’s okay.) You know the rug in the
living room you said you liked? Have it, it’s yours, my mama made it and I don’t
exactly want it burned or thrown in a dumpster. I’m sorry I can’t leave you
much, I don’t really have so much, but I wanted you to have enough to remember
me by.
I won’t be there to kick your ass into gear any more, kiddo,
you’re going to have to do it on your own. Have a good life, bring me flowers,
I love you.
