Aelin burned as Duke Perrington and The King burned. Too much magic, too fast. But it was working, it had been so fast they hadn't had the time to react. Aelin wasn't sure what was worse: The agony of one's skin melting and blood boiling, or Dorian's blood on her hands. She had tried, she had looked for a hint of Dorian. But he was gone, and she knew there was somethings that were worse that death. Let Chaol hate her. At least she was able to give him a painless death, clean and quick. Maybe when she finally burned to ash she would see him. Who was she kidding? Wherever he was going, she would never make it there. Hell was her final destination. At least she would have Rowan. But she prayed he didn't join her soon. Rowan, Rowan, Rowan...

She burned until only her screams remained, and then Aelin went out, but the fire was still there in her, she was burning out. As she reached the bottom of her well, her flamed turned back to blue. With her last ounce of strength she reached inside her, finding all the bounds that tied her to him. She ignored the one that was one sided, that chained Rowan to her in blood, She paused at the one that bound them as equals, she could feel his wind and ice through it, it intertwined their magic. Aelin reached deeper, for the bond she had denied and ignored, it marked them as equals, it wove them together, not their magic, but their souls. The mating bond. Aelin pulled, not to beckon but just to say that she knew and she was sorry. Aelin didn't dare accept it though, if she did it would have only made it harder for him. Aelin could feel herself slip away, the only thing holding her to the world was the bond. She felt the pulse that smelt of pine and snow, before letting go, and surrendering to death.

Rowan hadn't obeyed all her orders, he had not waited till her death to read her letter. He had read it as soon she had left:

Rowan.

If I know you, and I do, I'm probably not dead yet. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I left you and Aedion like this. And I'm sorry for a lot of other things too. There's something you have to know though, and I'm a coward for not telling you in person. I was awake. I was awake last night when you told me that you loved me, and all the other things. I love you too Rowan. I want you to know that. When you whispered that, and talked of how you had known for so long but had fought it, that's when I felt the bond. The mating bond. It was the hardest thing in the world- to keep still, keep breathing. Under different circumstances I would have accepted it right then and there. It was not only that I was going to die the next day that kept me though, so don't you dare think you could have prevented it. Don't you dare blame yourself for any of this. It was because in the end I am- was- mortal, and you are immortal. I would've grown old while you stayed young, and I know, you would love me no matter what. But...In the end my death would be inevitable, and it would just be harder on both of us, so it was better never to venture down that path.

I can think of no better way to die. Besides the effects it will have on you two, I can see very little down sides. I never had to know the bitter disappointment of failing to do something I was able to do in my youth. I never had to watch and feel my body decay. I died for my land, saving those I love. Please tell Aedion this as well.

Be strong Rowan. I know now it may seem like there is no hope in the world. But after Lyria, there was me, and I'm sure someone else will come, hopefully someone immortal and less reckless.

You said that I pulled you from hell, you pulled me from hell too, Rowan. I love you.

Please stay with Aedion. Be Happy. Enjoy life for me. Don't cry for me, I am finally free. Maybe in another life we can find each other again, and this time live united for eternity.

Remember, you are Rowan Whitethorn, and you will not be afraid.

To Whatever End, Aelin Ashryver Galathynius.

Rowan was roaring, he had felt the tug on the bond. And he had felt her let go, and he had felt the blood and carranam snap, and the mating bond dissolve. He had felt every blow she had received before, and he had felt her agony as she burned.

Aedion was frantically asking him something, tears rolling down his face. But Rowan couldn't hear what he said. He clutched his face in his hands he wanted to tear off his own skin. Aedion was shaking him, he couldn't meet his eyes, they were so much like hers, but so different. He didn't think he would ever be able to look in his eyes again.

Through his anguish Rowan realized that he was no longer bound by her commands. He shoved Aedion away from him and sprinted, he had been so overwhelmed he hadn't realized when his magic was freed. Once Rowan had abandoned the Warehouse, which he doubted he would ever return to for it was bathed in her scent, he fought against the lump in his throat and shifted. He bulleted towards the castle, barely noticing the ruble surrounding it.

When Rowan was above the castle he nose dove, forgetting to pull up to lessen the impact he slammed into the ground when he shifted back to fae. He cut his hands and knees on shards of glass as he pulled himself up. The castle had melted, melted there was an oozing hole of glowing read glass where the throne room had been, inside everything was ashes. He saw no bodies or bones, not even flame. It was like all that had been left of her had vanished. Rowan realized that in one hundred years, when Aedion and Chaol were dead, he would be the only one alive that had known her. And in thousand she would just be a name, but a name all children of Terrasen would know. Someday even the name would be washed away, by then he hoped he would have joined her in the afterlife, but if not Rowan would remember.

The castle was in chaos, people were rushing all over not even noticing the stumbling fae in their midst. Rowan was running to run, he caught snippets of their conversations. The prince, King, and Duke had all been burnt. No one even spoke her name. Good. They didn't deserve to even hear her name. Much Less speak it.

Rowan was blinded by the harsh light as he skidded to a halt. A lavish room, filled to the brim with books. A library. He choked. Aelin's favorite place. He ran his eyes along the shelves, so many books she would never be able to read. He grit his teeth and screwed his eyes shut, pushing down the ice that threatened to incase him. He would not become who he had become after Lyria had died. He would stay with Aedion, even if he was never able to look him in the eyes again, for her. For Aelin. When he opened his eyes he saw a book lying on the table. He did not remember it being there before. Curiosity got the better of him and he took a step forward. 'The Walking Dead ' the cover read.

Aedion was starting to think Rowan would never come back. He didn't care. Aelin was dead. His wonderful glorious cousin was dead. He knew because Rowan had been able to run out of the house. Aedion knew he could leave too, but it felt as if leaving would be admitting she was gone. He sobbed. Gone. Aelin, gone. Again. He hadn't been able to protect her the first time, and he hadn't been able to protect her now. And this time she was dead, not missing. No hope.

Aedion's head snapped up when he heard the door close. Rowan stood there. So, he had returned. Rowan's eyes were red and puffy, much like Aedion's. His knees and hands were bleeding and Aedion thought he could see glass shards.

Rowan was looking at his chest when he said, "In her letter, she said that she was happy to die for her land. But she was sorry she left you alone."

Aedion swallowed and thought about that for a second before asking, "What did the rest of the letter say?"

Rowan snarled, and his eyes rose to his temple. Still not looking Aedion in the eyes, "That is none of your business." he stated before storming out of the apartment again.

Rowan was on the roof. He never wanted to go into the bedroom again. He reached behind him and pulled out the book. It fell open to a page in his hand, the title said: Resurrecting the Dead. He would pull her from her hell again, even if it meant ripping apart the afterlife and selling his soul to the dark lord.

A moment of silence.

Good. First I would like to thank you all from the bottom of my black, soulless, heart for supporting my writing. THIS IS THE LAST CHAPTER OF THIS STORY. I really really hope you liked the ending, heart shattering was what I was going for. I'm actually terrified you guys will be disappointed so... please like it.

!EOS COMES OUT TOMORROW!

Have no fear my children! Though this is the last installment of this story, I AM WRITING A ACOMAF X TOG crossover next! Rowaelin and Feysand (of course! Like is there even an option?)

I am sooooo excited to read EoS! ANd I bet it will give me a lot of ideas for the ACOMAF X ToG crossover, that being said this is a strictly NO SPOILER SECTION. If you spoil me I will rip the skin from your groin stretch it over your head, down your spine and sew it to your ass.