Wow guys! Thanks for all of the incredible reviews! Shoutout to the following people-
yelena123- Yeah, good idea! I've tried doing it in a few, but I'm more of a first person writer- Everytime I try to keep it third person, suddenly there's a rogue sentence saying something like- "I went to the _"... And then the world gets destroyed... (Okay... exaggeration, but... You know what I mean). I'll still try to implement this in future fanfictions, though!
Angela Lam- Look at the title of this fanfiction. ( - Reviewer that inspired this fanfiction to be created)
Su- I made someone cry! I'm not sure if I should be jumping with joy or be sad that I made a few people cry. Hmmm...
Olina01- Okay, you're right. It's Christmas. Nobody shall die anytime soon.
Constant supporter's latest reviews shoutouts- I would like to thank Gina2019230 for the review that made me throw my arms up lean back in my chair as if I had just finished a program that would save all humanity. Also, thank you to Dorian Havilliard for your reviews... and for telling me how many Rowaelin shenanigans I've written.
Now then. Let's get to this.
Oh, and I'm going to upload the Christmas one as soon as possible. It will hopefully be finished on or before the 12th. It's going to be extra special.
17 Year Old Aelin meets 17 Year Old Rowan (Yes I know, the timeline is completely off, Aelin wasn't born yet- But Angela Lam (guest) inspired this and I couldn't help but think about how awesome it would be.)
Rowan skulked in the corner, not wanting to be involved with all of his cousin's female nonsense. He didn't understand why he had to come to these parties during the Yulemas season- He would much prefer practicing his magic. The lights were too bright, the room too loud. The girls were dancing in the middle of the room, dancing with each other and talking about their male friends.
They were practically babies to their families. It was still deemed acceptable to do what he was doing, cowering in the corner and trying to stay away from all of the frilly pieces of fabric they called dresses.
In the corner, Rowan heard a whoosh through the wall from where he was standing. He looked around, happy to use the excuse to go "investigate". Truly, he just wanted to get out of the party with an excuse if someone found him.
He slunk out of the room soundlessly, turning to run down the hallway towards the noise. Very few people stopped to look at the running fae boy- Rowan did this quite often.
He saw a faint green light glowing from under one of the doors in the castle. He peeked through the lock, trying to see who it was. In the room there was an archway filled with Wyrdmarks he didn't recognize- and a slender form that was waiting outside of the archway, looking confused. There was then a large boom as the Wyrdmarks dissapeared, and the slender form went flying away from the portal as if it had exploded. Rowan didn't feel anything, so he opened the door slowly to go investigate more.
A girl- Probably about his age in mortal years- was laying slumped at the foot of the couch. She had long blonde hair braided into one braid that whipped around when she turned to face him. She got up, cringing.
"You guys don't dust around here? What a shame." He cowered back into the doorway- Rowan hated talking with pretty girls. They reminded him too much of his cousins, and he was always so afraid of embarrassing himself. The girl rolled her eyes, hands on her hips. "Who are you?" Rowan swallowed hard.
"R-Rowan Whitethorn. Who are you?"
"Celaena Sardothien." Her chin lifted up, her shoulders squaring. She raised an eyebrow at him as if she expected him to go running off screaming.
"Sorry, I... I d-don't know who you are." Her eyes narrowed, then she proceeded to scan the room. She tilted her head at him, like a cat watching its prey. Rowan receded further into the shadows of the doorway.
"Where am I and how did I end up here." It was more of a statement than a question. "And by the Wyrd, who exactly are you?"
"Wendlyn and I don't know and Rowan Whitethorn as I said before-" Rowan spoke quickly and in one long sentence, making the girl laugh out loud, and cutting him off abruptly.
Celaena didn't know what to think of the cowering boy. He looked her age, but seemed to dislike females. Interesting. She noticed his fae ears and markings the moment he stepped into the room, and enjoyed tormenting the young boy. Rowan swallowed again as Celaena laughed.
Celaena spoke, smirking at the him. "So, what do you do for a living? Like, your job." She added, seeing Rowan's confusion. He scratched his clean shaven chin and frowned.
"I don't do anything. I'm too young." He responded, running a hand through his short hair. Celaena decided to tell him her profession.
"I'm an assassin. The best in the kingdoms- Adarlan's Assassin, in fact." Rowan shook from head to toe, as if he were debating whether to run off to his parents or whether to run off to the guards. Not that it made much of a difference.
"Assassin? Gods..." He mumbled, taking another shaky step backwards. That was when he noticed Celaena's clothing. It was a thin layer of fabric that barely covered anything. He felt his mouth drop open.
Celaena looked down, smiling. "Ah yes, did I not mention that I was thrown out of my bed and into the portal that led me here?" She raised an eyebrow at Rowan, examining his attire. "Well, it seems as if you have a party to attend. Bring me chocolate cake when it arrives at your party. I'll gut you if you don't, and then I'll got get it myself. You choose." She spoke as if she threatened to gut people everyday. She spoke as if it were not a threat, but a statement and a promise. He swallowed again.
He was still trying not to stare at all of the exposed features of the young girl. He wanted to close his eyes and never open them again. He was snapped out of his thoughts by the girl- Celaena- making another statement.
"Why don't you be a gentleman and go get me some cake as I figure out how to get back through the rutting portal, you buzzard." Rowan scurried off, afraid to displease the girl.
Celaena laughed when the boy left. She plopped herself onto the couch that she was leaning against, sighing. She whipped her head around at the sound of voices. They didn't seem to be coming from the hallway, but from the room itself.
"That was anticlimactic. I expected the meeting to be like two cats meeting for the first time. Who knew you were so cowardly, Rowan?"
"Well, princess, I was still considered a baby back then. Not everybody was as bold as you." I shot onto my feet. The sound seemed to be coming from behind a row of potted plants.
I thew unsheathed one of my hidden daggers that was strapped to my thigh, twirling it around in my hand. "Who's there?" The girl swore colorfully. I narrowed my eyes- She used the same swear words that I would have used in such a case.
A girl popped up from under the plants, shooting a look at the man she called Rowan. What a coincidence- he looked like an older version of the Rowan I had just met. And the girl...
She looked like an older version of me.
I stumbled back, my leg hitting the couch behind me.
Aelin looked at the younger version of herself, not knowing what to do. They had gone to a sub universe that would be erased when they left- They couldn't risk altering Aelin's memories, her life. Aelin had convinced Rowan to let her see 17 year old her meet 17 year old him... And she was quite disappointed with the result.
She looked at Rowan- the present version of him- for guidance. He shot her a look that said-
Now this is a meeting that I would like to see.
What am I supposed to say, you buzzard? Like- Oh hi, I'm the future you, this is the future Rowan you just met, and this version of you two will cease to exist when we leave. Rowan here is- Rowan cut Aelin off with his own message.
Just do what you would usually do. Aelin sighed, turning to face a shocked, angry and confused version of herself.
"Hi, I'm you in the future. By the way, would you like some chocolate cake?" She smiled sheepishly as Rowan tugged her down forcefully behind the potted plants. The younger version of Aelin was sputtering and stumbling back against the couch and wall.
"That's not what I meant!" Rowan hissed.
"Then what did you mean?" Aelin didn't wait for his answer. She popped back up again, to be greeted by a dagger flying for her face. She stopped it with her hands before it hit her face, wrinkling her nose. "Geez. I said that I was you- I can still do the same things as you."
Celaena put her hands on her hips, trying to keep her hands from visibly shaking. "Sorry, I couldn't tell. You're not as beautiful as me." The girl just laughed back.
"See Rowan? This is what I mean."
A low voice came from the other side of the potted plants, growling. "I don't see the point in this. Let's go."
The girl frowned. "Fine." She turned to face Celaena, smiling brightly. "Bye!" She waved happily, taking the man's arm and running back to the archway. As if it sensed her presence, the portal opened up once again, Wrydmarks etching themselves into the stone. They jumped through, just as young Rowan came back with a piece of chocolate cake in his hands, mouth agape.