Sarah J. Maas, has successfully made me create 20 million fanfictions over the span of 2 days on the story that SHE owns.
*sighs*. By the way, please respond to my poll on my profile! I truly want to know your opinions. If you are full Team Aelin with no opinion whatsoever, just choose "my character is not on this list"... because knowing Sarah J. Maas, it isn't.
Aelin, why do you have so many amazing men, that in most books, would be the one... But in this series, she just brushes them off after a book or two. Why.

Aelin gets Amnesia (Rowan's POV)

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.

Heheh... No character death, thankfully. But you can't blame me for wanting to write about Rowan's reaction to this.