A/N: Hey there! This is my first story ever! Please review and tell me what you think of it. Sorry for any grammar mistakes or crazy rambling. Rambling runs in the family.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Throne of Glass series or it's characters.
Prologue
Celaena P.O.V.
"We have to get out now!" a voice shrieked in my ear. Of course this would happen, I should've listened to Rowan. All around me, my people are dying, butchered by the king. This is just like twelve years ago. Darkness swallowed them whole, leaving behind only the echoes of their screams. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the sounds of horror. My people are dying, and here I am, in Chaol's arms limp and injured. Running away. I knew that there were no magic in Adarlan, but I still led my people to their deaths. What will their families think of me? The soliders all died in vain. And for what? Freedom? I laughed bitterly. I'm not Celaena Sardothein, or Aelin Galaythynius anymore. I'm just a lump of helpless flesh. No, worse than that, I'm a useless piece of trash who fails at everything she does. Opening my eyes, I see that we've stopped in a forest. I stare at the scene in front of me until I saw him. Aedion was kneeling in front of the king, bowing his head in resignation. Behind Aedion were two executioners with their swords raised. No! He can't die! Time seemed to slow down as they brought their swords down. I screamed.
"Aelin!" Aedion rushed over to my side. Chaol, Rowan, and Dorian all looked at me with worried expressions. Other than them, the rest of our camp is asleep. Aedion isn't dead. We already rescued him from the king. It was all a dream. All a dream.
"Good grief! You were screaming and I thought you got killed!" Chaol exclaimed rather dramatically. I offered a weak smile, remembering what he said when I was competing for the king's champion. Things were so much simpler back then.
"SHUT UP!" Lysandra yelled, throwing a twig at Chaol. "PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO SLEEP HERE!"
"Of course, princess," Chaol shot back. "You absolutely need your extremely precious beauty sleep."
I sighed sadly. Those two never get along, in fact, they bickered at each other the moment they met as if they'd known each other for years. It was amusing at first, but now it's just extremely tiring. Rowan, on the other hand, was staring at a bush.
"Rowan Whitehorn, I never thought the day would come when yo-"
"I'm going to scout around our camp." Rowan said suddenly, cutting off my sarcastic comment.
He shifted and flapped away. I looked back at the duel between the Lord of Anielle and the 'princess' as Chaol would call her. The Lord and the princess were having a glaring contest while puffing their cheeks up. I really need break those two up.
"Hey lovebirds! What's the game you're playing?" Aedion asked, "Can I join?"
"Way to go Aedion! You beat me to it!" I hollered.
I saw Rowan pecking Aedion's head at the edge of my vision. Ugh, overprotective fae.
"Since we're all here, let's go to Briarcliff to fetch Ansel." I said, trying to break the fight up between Aedion and Rowan.