This is my second fanfiction! Constructive criticism and praise openly welcome! This is just a bunch of one shots that I feel like writing. All throne of glass characters and plot lines belong to Sarah J. Maas and Fleetfoot. Let's be real here- Despite the fact Sarah J. Maas owns Fleetfoot, Fleetfoot is the reason the TOG series is so awesome... and you know, the plot, Aelin, and the incredible writing overall.

By the way, death and somewhat dark scenes in the first two fanfictions. The later ones show the less evil side of my writing. If you want to be cheered up, I suggest you start at One-shot number 4, titled Aelin's Chocolate. If you want something with less death and destruction, go to Sam's grave scene- I'm quite proud of my writing in that one. If you are like me, continue reading... They're good, but if you don't like character death, start at number 3 or 4.

1- Aelin's death in Rowan's POV

I should've seen it coming. Aelin and I were outside of the walls of Orynth- We were so close to safety. I was too focused on her smile- I didn't notice the arrow coming for her until it embeded itself in her back. Aelin fell, thrown back by the arrow, but I was there to catch her.

"Take care of Terassen for me..." Aelin mumbled, blood seeping out of her mouth.

"No Aelin. You can heal. You're Fae. Aelin!" I then noticed that the arrow tip was iron, and that the shards had embedded themselves in her blood stream.

I didn't know what to do. I couldn't let another one die. Flashbacks racked my mind, flashbacks of Lyria.

"Fireheart. Hold on. Don't leave me. Fireheart..." My voice cracked. I fell into the abyss. Aelin's eyes started to unfocus. I growled at the rest of my court- her court, the people who rely on her the most. "By the Wyrd, go get a healer!" Aedion seemed to recover first, and sprinted with inhuman speed towards the gates of Orynth. Lysandra shifted into a raven and flew in. I stayed with my Fireheart. I couldn't leave her. Her eyes started to glaze over.

"No. No. No no no no. You will not die on me. After all we've been through. You can't!"

Aelin laughed silently, shaking. Out of hysteria or blood loss or both, I couldn't tell. "I... Love... you too..." she coughed out blood and her eyes turned glassy.

I shook her. "Aelin. Aelin!" She didn't respond. She'd stopped moving. Then I felt my bond with her being pulled- pulled and torn.

It snapped. And along with it went some pieces of my heart.

My Fireheart, who'd burned so brightly, was dead. And it was my fault. I never even got to tell her how much she meant to me. Two flawless mates, gone. Just like Lyria, some dark part of me whispered. My vision turned blurry. I vaguely noticed Aedion arrive, falling to his knees, next to his cousin and queen.

That was the day I cried for the first time in centuries.

I just kept falling, falling into the abyss.

Please Review! A new one-shot should be posted soon after this!