Due to popular request, my one shot (Aelin gets Amnesia) has been recreated into another fanfiction! Woohoo! If you think I should continue, please review. If not, then say so in the reviews, because this will take time away from my one shots collection writing time. Depending on your reviews, this might either be updated all the time, rarely, or it might even be abandoned.

If you have already read the one shot, skip to the next bold area. Oh, and as my one-shot readers know, I need to write a disclaimer, because I'm a chicken. I do not own Throne of Glass or any of it's plot lines/characters. Throne of Glass and Fleetfoot belong to Sarah J. Maas.

Again, skip to the next bold area if you have already read my one shot about this.

Aelin was lying on her bed, motionless. Tubes were inserted in various parts of her body, despite the fact that she was fae. Doctor's orders. She had been hurled head first into a tree two weeks ago by one of the many monsters of Wendlyn's forests. We were going to visit one of my cousins there, but we had raced back to Terrasen when Aelin had recieved her injury. Aedion had attacked me after he had heard what had happened- He had wanted to come with Aelin, but she had insisted he stay to keep control of the castle while she was gone. Luckily, I knocked him out before any real damage was done- physically, and mentally. He was a brother to me now- we were both bonded to Aelin.

I held my hands in my head. It was my fault that we had gone to Wendlyn, that she had been hurt. I wasn't there when she had faced the creature, we had gotten in a fight and she had gone off into the forest to cool off. And I had let her. Stupid, stupid, stupid. I ran to her as soon as I felt our bond being splintered, eaten away at.

Why would she have gone so deep into the forest? Ever since we had faced the skinwalkers, she was much more cautious of Wendlyn's forests. Our fight must have bothered her more than I wanted to admit.

I heard the sheets rustling, and a small groan. My head shot up. I examined the surroundings, checking every window, every lock. Then I turned to face the bed where Aelin was resting. She had sat up, looking around the room, confused.

"By the Wyrd, get these rutting tubes out of my body," she growled, yanking them out.

I resisted the urge to laugh. Typical Aelin, after being hurled head first into a tree, and being unconcious for two weeks, her sass wasn't affected.

Aelin seemed to notice me then. Her eyes narrowed, then widened. She pushed herself back, hitting her head on the bed frame and swearing colorfully. Then, she seemed to notice her canines. She touched her ears, and her eyes widened further. She shut her eyes, and opened them again.

"Aelin?"

"No. Aelin is dead." She replied, clutching her head and rocking back and forth on her knees.

I shot her a confused look, though she couldn't see it. What was she talking about?

"Fireheart, what's wrong?"

"How do you know that name?" She screeched at me, making me flinch in my chair. "I don't know who you are!"

I stared at her in shock. At that moment, the doctor that was taking car of Aelin, Yrene Towers, walked into the room. Her eyes narrowed at me. She seemed to have noticed the screaming then.

Aelin's head whipped towards the door. "Yrene?" She knew Yrene. Why was she pretending she didn't know me?

"Ae-" Aelin cut her off.

"Why is everybody calling me that? That's not my name!"

Yrene's eyes narrowed again, then widened in shock. She swallowed hard, then started again. What was going on?

"Celaena." I gasped, then spun to look at Aelin. She seemed to calm down, and her chin lifted again. No. What joke were they playing on me?

"How do you know my name? What's going on?"

"That doesn't matter right now. This is important. How old are you?"

Aelin's eyebrows bunched together. "17, why? Also, why am I not at the Silent Assassin's keep anymore?"

My mouth dropped open. Yrene replied with calm that I wished I had- "Oh, no matter. I'll be right back." She grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the chair. I stumbled to my feet, feeling Aelin's gaze on me the entire time. My legs felt like jello. Yrene yanked on my arm again and pulled me out of the room, with me tripping and stumbling after her.

When we finally made it out of the room, she shut shut the door. More of a slam, actually. I gaped at her.

I had a million questions, but I couldn't seem to speak. Thankfully, Yrene spoke for me.

"The queen seems to have amnesia. She will probably regain her memory because of her heritage, but-"

"What?" I growled. Yrene flinched, but I didn't soften my tone. "What do you mean, amnesia?!"

She swallowed, but answered with surprising strength in her voice. "Amnesia, a partial or total loss of-"

"I'm aware with the term."

She swallowed again. "She seems to believe that she's seventeen. She doesn't remember anything from there on out."

I heart plummeted. That also meant that she didn't remember me. At all. She also didn't remember anything about the past year- accepting her heritage and returning to Orynth. I ran my hand through my greasy hair. I hadn't bothered to shower since Aelin was admitted to the medical ward.

"I have to tell her everything, then." I turned to go back into her room, but Yrene stopped me with a tug on my arm.

"No, let her remember on her own. If you try to tell her everything at once, all the memories will come flooding back, and she might hurt herself further. It might only take a few months to remember everything."

"A few months?" I exclaimed.

The door was thrown open, and a tired Aelin stumbled out. "Why hello there. I'm hungry. Do you happen to know where I can find myself some chocolate cake?" She showed no signs of having heard our conversation. I couldn't take it anymore. I ran.

"What's up with him?" I heard Aelin remark from down the hall.

I kept running until I reached my room. I held my hands in my head and collapsed onto my knees. All my fault. Amnesia. All my fault.

I shifted, unable to keep thinking about it. I flew out my window and kept flying until I reached the towering line of the Staghorns. But even with the frigid air nipping at my skin, all I could do was think about Aelin.

"I don't know who you are!". That scene replayed in my head, over an over again.

All my fault, all my fault, all my fault.

Okay, time to get to Chapter 2, because this was a copy/paste of my one-shot for new readers. I'm going to keep it in Rowan POV for now.

When I finally returned to the castle, covered in a thin layer of frost, I started heading towards Aelin's room automatically. A few servants looked at me and took me in- The weary set of my shoulders, the frown and the tired eyes, and continued walking with their heads down and their gazes averted. I knew that I was probably freezing, but I barely noticed it. I couldn't feel anything except for the pain in my chest, which was spreading rapidly. I stopped outside of Aelin's room, from which I heard the steady breathing of sleep. I was about to open the door, when I realized that it was Aelin's room- Aelin who didn't remember me, Aelin who had forgotten everything about our relationship.

I clutched my head, tearing at my hair. I still couldn't feel it over the numbness that had taken over. Aelin didn't remember me, and she wouldn't for months. All because of me.

I tried to turn around, to go back to my room, guided by the little bit of sense that I had left. But my legs felt like jello. I took a step, and my legs gave out, and I collapsed to the floor. I was on all fours, panting, even though I hadn't done anything strenuous. I crawled over next to Aelin's door, leaning against the wall for support. I slouched there, legs facing outwards, and closed my eyes. I fell asleep, exhausted, to the sound of Aelin's breathing.

I was awoken by the sound of footsteps. My eyes shot open, and I reached across the bed for Aelin. My hand hit open air, and all of the events of the night before came flooding back. I slowly lowered my hand, my mouth twitching into a frown. I banged my head against the wall behind me, sharp pain shooting up my head and my neck. I welcomed it- It was better than the numbness that threatened to drown me. I opened my eyes slowly to the sound of the door being thrown open. Aelin stared down at me, her chin lifted, and her hands on her hips. She swaggered over to where I sat, plopping down next to me. She grimaced, wrinkling her nose.

"You smell. So, who are you exactly? And where are we? The servants seem to like me an awful lot."

I was about to explain when I remembered what Yrene said. I couldn't tell her everything at once. So I started off slow.

"I'm Rowan. Your caranam."

She stared at me blankly, no recognition showing on any of her features. "Rowan. Hm..." She seemed to be testing the word out. She shrugged, smirking at me. "Sorry, doesn't ring a bell. Neither does... What did you say again? Caramel or something?"

I opened my mouth to reply, when Aedion came storming down the hall, looking as if he had just fought a bear, eyes wide. His gaze rested on Aelin.

"Aelin!" He screeched, running to his cousin. Aelin shot up, jumping back to avoid Aedion's crushing embrace.

She looked him up and down, fear obvious in her eyes. "How does-" Her eyes widened, her mouth parting. "Ae-Aedion?" Her brows narrowed, and she shut her eyes, her breathing quickening. She bared her teeth, clutching her head in both hands.

I shot a death glare at Aedion, before rushing over to comfort Aelin. Then stopped. If she recognized me when I touched her, then she might hurt herself more than she was now. It took every ounce of willpower to stop myself and watch as Aelin fell to her knees, still clutching her head. I put an arm out in front of Aedion, who seemed to be inching forward against his better judgement.

"No," I growled, leaving no room for argument whatsoever. I turned to face him, my vision turning red before sharpening.

"Go get Yrene. Now." It was barely comprehensible over the growl that accompanied the words.

Aedion stared at me fearfully- fear for his queen, surely- then dipped his head in a barely noticeable nod before spinning on his heel, and dashing through the castle to go get Yrene. When I turned back to face Aelin, thankfully, she seemed to have passed out. I sighed in relief, before a frightening thought came over. What if Aedion had just caused more damage? I whipped my head to the sound of approaching footsteps. Yrene was running towards her fallen friend.

She pushed me out of the way with surprising strength. I was already dizzy with fear, so when she pushed me, I stumbled backwards, hitting the wall behind me. I braced myself with a hand as Yrene inspected the queen. She sighed in relief, leaning back from where she kneeled next to Aelin.

"Thank the gods," she mumbled. She turned to face me from where I leaned against the wall.

"She should be fine, but don't give her any shocking information anytime soon. If you do, you may cause permanent damage."

I blinked, taking it all in. I sighed slowly, running a hand through my greasy hair once again. It came away covered in dirt and grease. I cringed.

"How much will she remember?"

"From what Aedion told me, a fair amount. Depending on what she made of the situation, she might have unlocked a lot of memories, or she might only know that her identity was revealed. It all depends. The brain is a tricky thing."

I groaned. "So she probably doesn't remember me."

Yrene looked at me sadly, before lowering her gaze back to the unconscious Aelin that lay motionless at her feet. "It's very unlikely that she does."

I closed my eyes, resting my head against the wall behind me. I begged silently, to the gods who either weren't listening, or simply
didn't care.

Should I continue? Thanks for reading!