Author's Note:
This is my first fanfic, so it probably won't be too great but please review it as I could do with some constructive criticism :) Anyway, enjoy!
*DISCLAIMER* I do not own any of these characters - they all belong to Sarah J Maas.
As Manon Blackbeak streaked through the air towards the ground, she was filled with a feeling of peace. Twisting to survey her surroundings, she caught a glimpse of Aelin and Rowan standing, swords in hand, at the front of the battle. Dorian was long gone, so was Abraxos. Many people gave her new wyverns to fill that gaping hole, but she would rather die than fly with another wyvern. Nothing could disguise the fact that everyone she had cared the most about had left her all alone. Now all that was left of them were memories, snatches of their voices in her head. Her shimmering crown suddenly felt heavier on her head – she had failed her people, all of them. Out of the corner of her eye she saw movement – Aelin had seen her. The queen of Terrasen tried to run to Manon, screaming with her mouth wide open, but no sound made it past the hissing of the wind in the witch's ears. Rowan's arms wrapped around Aelin, pulling her back. She struggled against him, tears streaming down her cheeks. Manon fought against the rushing wind and held up her hand, watching as Aelin did the same. A final farewell. Manon hurtled towards the ground, and as the last Crochan queen took her last breath, she smiled. She was going to fly with her thirteen again.