So...

I know I haven't updated in a while but I'm not sure if I should continue this story cuz obviously, if you have read Crown of Midnight already, you would know that Celaena is an only child. IF you want to read a more realistic portrayal of Celaena and her past, go to my other fanfic, Regrets. It should explain a lot more. I based most of that story on the tiny bits of info, I gathered from sources talking about Queen of Glass so it might still be different from the actual series but us fanfic writers can't exactly guess what the author will do. But enough of my blabbing.

New Characters: Anastaji Brannon, Celaena's older sister

Brigan Brannon, Celaena's older brother

Fain Brannon, Celaena's younger brother

I NEED advice. Tell me via review if I should continue Mirror Memories. Pretty please? *bats eyelashes*

"No!" came a cry, and a slender body flashed in front of the Terrasen queen. Sage came to an abrupt halt chest heaving. His forest green eyes widened at the young woman crouched protectively in front of Leyana.

The queen didn't seem to have expected the late arrival either. She started from her kneeling position, but a soldier flicked his sword to her bared throat. "Anastaji," the queen whispered, "I told you to run." The girl replied, her burnished amber eyes unwavering from Sage's flashing green ones.

"You out of all people should know I never listen to you. Didn't think I would start now." The young woman was the very image of Queen Leyana. The same gleaming ebony tresses, brilliant gold eyes and graceful features. Amber eyes ablaze, she stared at Sage.

"Ana," he whispered grief and anger mingling in his tone. He didn't seem to believe she was right in front of him. Sage stretched a hand toward the girl, trembling slightly. "Ana."

"Kill her," the king said flatly. Anastaji cringed, but still brushed Sage's hand with her own.

"Sage," she said softly. "Don't do this. You are better than that." Sage bit his lip, but his sword did not lower. Ana stepped closer sliding her arms around his waist ignoring the Adarlan king's frigid glare. Sage didn't respond to her embrace. He tensed, his fists clenching around the hilt of his sword.

"Sage," she breathed his name like a prayer. Ana pressed her face into Sage's chest and curled her fingers around his grip on the blade. Tears slipped down her face soundlessly. "Whatever you do...whatever happens," she paused drawing in a ragged breath, "Know that I will always love you." Ana tipped her head back and brushed a light kiss over his mouth.

Sage shuddered and dropped the sword with a clatter. His arms wrapped around her waist and he buried his face into her hair.

"Kill the princess," the king snapped. Sage stiffened and pulled away from Ana so fast, she stumbled. He gazed at the princess, face twisting with regret. "I said: Kill her," the king growled his patience wearing thin. Sage hesitated eyes flickering from Ana to his father.

His tormented visage said it all. The king threw his head back and laughed.

"You are in love with her too, aren't you my dear boy," he smirked. "When I asked you to get close to her, I didn't mean you should get obsessed with her as well." Anastaji paled and Sage stared at her in dismay. He shook his head in mute denial.

"Ana..."

"No," she whispered. "No." The princess staggered away from Sage almost collapsing onto the marble floor. She shook her head, shell-shocked. Her look of betrayal seemed to cut right through him. Sage sank to his knees, face pleading.

"It wasn't a charade! I swear. Please, Ana!" Anastaji laughed bitterly.

"And to think that I loved you. I forsook my whole family for you." She pressed a hand to her mouth. "I should have listened to Isensta. She knew. Of course she knew. She tried to warn me, but I didn't listen. I have been played for a fool and I betrayed my country for a player. Treason."

Sage reached for her but she flinched. "Don't you dare touch me, you dirty bastard," she snarled furiously wiping away the tears that kept falling.

The Adarlan king looked disgusted. "Sage. End this. Kill the princess. This is the last time I am going to ask this of you." Trembling, Sage picked up his sword. Anastaji took a quivering breath and closed her eyes.

Sage gazed at the princess and hefted the sword. Ana dipped her head awaiting the final blow. Sage inhaled and turned around. He flicked the point toward his father. His voice was one of deadly calm.

"I will not kill Ana. She is innocent. I would rather kill myself." The princess' eyes flashed open, face filling with shock.

"Sage! No!"

"So be it," the king growled. He unsheathed his sword and lunged for Ana. Sage leaped in front of her, his sword parrying his father's blade easily. The king disengaged.

"Traitor!" he hissed at his son.

"Better a traitor than a murderer," Sage growled. "I won't let you take Ana away from me." The Adarlan king smiled. He gestured to two of the soldiers and they restrained Sage.

"Fine. Then you know that a traitor's punishment is death." Sage didn't blink.

"I know perfectly." His father nodded and raised his sword. The blade slammed down and plunged into Anastaji's heart. Her eyes widened, almost comically confused as she stared down at her chest. Sage gaped at the grotesque scene in horror.

The king withdrew the sword with a sucking sound and Ana slumped to the floor hands clutching her chest. Leyana's scream of anguish vibrated throughout the hall and she fell down beside her daughter. King Nikolai stared down at his daughter with a resigned expression.

"It's too late," he said softly. Leyana cradled her daughter gently, tears pouring down her face. Her gold eyes thick with unmasked pain. Ana's usual bright amber eyes were clouded and the sightless orbs stared right at Sage. Leyana rocked her daughter crying.

"You killed her. You killed my daughter." Sage fell to his knees, dragging the soldiers down with his dead weight.

"She's not dead! Ana's not dead. She can't be dead!" he thrashed on the floor. "Get off of me you stupid bastards!" Sage kicked and punched the soldiers holding him. The guards gripped him tightly, faces grim.

The king glared at his son. "Shut your mouth," he barked. He strode over and yanked Sage's hair, jerking his head up baring his throat. The king palmed a dagger smiling harshly.

"You were always a poor excuse for a son but I never thought you would have guts to rebel against me directly. Love changes a lot of things, doesn't it?" The king smirked. Sage stilled as cold steel kissed his throat. His fists clenched and unclenched at his sides. Utter pain shone in his eyes.

"It is so incredibly convenient that we are at war isn't it? I now have an excuse for your poor, poor mother when she sees your lifeless body. She will be heartbroken... but at least she has Dorian. We have Dorian. " The king corrected himself. "Dorian will replace you." Sage nodded.

"Dorian will make a good king. He's smarter than me at least. He'll eventually see right through you to the pulsing blackness. A poor excuse for a soul at any rate."

The king hissed. "I was going to forgive you," he gave his son a once-over. "Not anymore." Sage laughed sorrowfully.

"You branded me as a traitor. Even if you had let me live , where exactly would I go? No. I will not leave Ana. I will die by her side if that's what it takes to earn back her trust in the underworld. I love her. I can't- and I will not leave her. I will guard her body with my last breath and beyond." The king looked at Sage in distaste.

"So be it." The king slashed Sage's throat so fast Chaol and Dorian could hardly catch the movement. Sage's eyes widened and the light faded away to a dull gray. His body slumped to the marble, forever resting beside his beloved.

The king turned back to the royal couple. Their faces showed thinly veiled disgust.

"You would kill one of your own because of a petty betrayal?" King Nikolai asked, rage and grief plain on his face. He shook his head. "You are too far gone. We will not stop you. Do as you like."

The Adarlan king paused.

The double doors to the hall crashed open. A little boy stood at the entrance. He was no more than six years of age and his big cerulean eyes blinked as he took in the bloody scene. The child held two bloodied hunting knives, one pointed directly at the Adarlan king.

"You are the bad one," he stated, his high innocent voice at odds with his threatening demeanor. The queen blanched. "Fain," she whispered. The little boy-prince strode forward cautiously, nimbly avoiding the enemy soldiers, occasionally slashing with his knives when one got too close.

Prince Fain stared curiously at the Adarlan king. "Who are you?" The king smiled.

"I am your king." Leyana looked panicked.

"Fain. I want you to step away from that man." Fain cocked his head.

"He smells strange, Mother." The little prince sniffed gingerly. "Like soil and blood and rot." The queen stiffened.

"Like what?" she asked, her voice low. Her expression was deceptively calm. Fain wrinkled his nose.

"Like blood and decomposing flesh. Kind of like that of a dead body." Leyana paled. She examined the king, from the soles of his polished boots to his smooth black tunic. Her eyes caught the black ring on the Adarlan king's left hand.

"Been robbing the royal coffers, have you?" the queen asked unsmiling. "I never thought you would become so desperate for power that you would use your own lifeblood to practice black magic like this."

The king's smile stretched into a maniacal grin. "Guessed it already! What a smart woman." He reached out grabbing Leyana's chin. The king jerked her to face him.

"Don't touch her." Nikolai growled. The other king only smirked.

"You stole the black opal ring from the treasury. Don't you understand the consequences of using something like this? It's going to kill you."

The king backhanded her across the face. She was thrown to the marble floor. Her head hit the stone with a crack.

"Do not ever question me. I am your king," he thundered. Leyana hissed, baring her teeth as she twisted her face to look up at the king.

"You will not survive the poison. You are eventually going to die like any other mundane," she spat out the words. "Your empire is going to fall by its fifteenth year. Mark my words, human."

Prince Fain hid behind the fierce queen and helped her up.

"Is he really practicing black magic, Mother?" he asked whimpering. Leyana brought her shackled hands up and stroked his blonde hair reassuringly. The left side of her face was copper from the force of the slap. She kept her watchful gaze on the enemy king.

"There is a prophecy about you, did you know that?" she said it casually, as if they were merely discussing the weather.

"I didn't get the chance to ask my daughter about it," Leyana's gaze fell on Princess Anastaji's prone form, "but there is one. Apparently you don't have the most tranquil ending, if you get my meaning." The king tensed. He understood.

Fain flicked his eyes toward his sister's prostrate figure. "Why is Ana on the floor?" His voice cracked. "Is she dead?"

The queen didn't answer but hugged her son to her side. She blinked back the glistening sheen of moisture in her eyes. It was already answer enough for Prince Fain. He began to bawl. Loudly. Leyana bit her lip.

"Shhh, darling. Be strong, Steel." She squeezed his fists between her hands. "You are a warrior." The cries didn't stop but they slowed. He sniffled, his glossy cobalt eyes boring right into the king's.

"You are evil. You don't deserve to live," Fain stated through blubbers. The Adarlan king looked through him, already bored. He turned away and waved a hand at the soldiers.

"Separate them," the king said disinterested. "This is pathetic." The soldiers looked at each other uncertain. "Quickly!" he snapped. The mercenaries rushed to carry out the order.

"Mommy! Mommy!" The little prince shrieked clinging stubbornly onto Leyana's arm. The queen held her son helplessly as the soldiers attempted to yank them apart.

King Nikolai took the distraction to disable his guards and rush to his wife and son. But before Nikolai could reach his family the enemy king stalked over and slashed a horizontal line across the boy's throat instantly silencing him. Blood bubbled up, staining the prince's white collared jacket. Leyana let go immediately, eyes horrified.

"Wasn't that your second son?" The king asked, smiling broadly. The queen stared at her deceased son blankly, un-processing. "I heard your other son died in the fire at Mage Academy the other night. You will not believe how sorry I was to hear it," he said false sympathy bleeding into his tone.

The queen let out a strangled scream.

"You were the one to start it. You knew the mages had no defense against elemental magic and you took advantage of it." The king shrugged.

"I used all the tools I had at my disposal."

"Brigan did nothing to you as did the other mages in the Academy. They were all innocent!"

"I banned magic from Erilea. The mages practice spirit magic. That's a direct offense against the law." Leyana laughed harshly.

"And the black arts are not magic?" The king smiled.

"The black arts have power. They are not magic. And besides, magic is dead and gone. It won't protect you now."

"Magic is not dead, only disappeared."

He gave the queen an indulgent expression. "It doesn't matter. There is nothing that will guard you now. Three of your children are dead," his voice lowered, "Your first child, Brigan, the seer Anastaji, even the little boy, Fain. He was, what? Five? We only need the younger princess to join us. I'll finish her off, then you and your husband can join them in the underworld." The king watched the queen with dark eyes.

"Where is she?" Nikolai's arms tightened around Leyana.

"Don't tell him," he whispered against her hair. "Isensta is safe. That's all that matters." Leyana looked up at the Adarlan king with resolve, her lips squeezed into a firm line. She clasped her trembling hands.

"You have already killed three of my children. I am not about to tell you the location of my fourth just so you can murder her as well." The king's eyes flashed, but Leyana kept quiet, wringing her hands together.

"Now is not the time to brave, Leyana. Where is Princess Isensta?" The queen shook her head eyes narrowed in defiance.

"I am here," came a calm voice from above.

So what did you think? Reviews, please!