She will not be afraid

"Why are you crying, Fireheart?"

"because I am lost" ,she whispered onto the earth." and I do not know the way"

She lived her life, held down by chains, whips and sour wails

But she was Celaena Sardothien and she would not be afraid

She will rise one day,

From gravel, sand, dust and pain

Carrying the scars on her wrists, where a chain hangs,

It would leave a mark, but she would not let it define her

Hers was not a story of darkness,

This would not be her story.

She would fold it into herself, this place, this fear, but this would not be the whole story

It would not be her story

She was Elentiya, the spirit that could not be broken

She was no savior to rally behind, but a cataclysm to be weathered

She had crawled through darkness and blood and despair-she had survived

She called in every debt and every promise,

To raise an army

Of assassins, thieves, exiles and commoners

She was the heir of fire and she would not be afraid

The fairest eyes, from legends old

Of the brightest blue, ringed with gold

A smile tugged at her lips, and her eyes-their eyes-sparkled. "hello Aedion"

Her paths crossed with the cunning and wicked

Green eyed, silver haired fae prince of doranelle

Her mate, her consort, her friend, her blood sworn

They joined hands

So the world ended

And the next one began

But they held tighter to each other,

Past, present and future

Flickering between an ancient hall in a mountain castle perched above Orynth

A bridge suspended between glass towers, and another place, perfect and strange

Where they had been crafted from stardust and light.

A wall of night knocked them back. But they could not be contained.

The darkness paused for a breath. They erupted.

They were infinite. They were the beginning and the ending.

They were eternity and they would not be afraid

A king standing before them gaped as the shield of flame died out to reveal Aelin and Dorian,

Hand in hand, glowing like newborn gods as their magic entwined

It was not just glass

But stone, ash and fire

On which her palace was built,

Which burns, tier by tier

A land of towering mountains-the Staghorns-spread before them, with valleys and rivers and hills,

A land of untamed wild beauty

And at long last,Aelin Ashryver Galanthynius was home

She was fire, and light, and ash, and embers.

She was Aelin Fireheart,and she bowed to no one and nothing,

Save for the crown that was hers by blood and survival and triumph

Elegant, and utterly wild,

Warm and steadfast-unbreakable

The queen

Her name was Aelin ashryver Galanthynius

And she would not be afraid

For across every mountain, spread beneath the green canopy of Oak Wald,

Carpeting the entire plain of Theralis,the kingsflame was blooming

She was Celaena sardothien,she was Adarlans Assassin, and she was the King's Champion

She was the Heir of Brannon,she was Aelin of Wildfire, she was the Queen of Terrasen

She was Aelin Ashryver Galanthynius and she will not be afraid