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I aways imagined what would happened if Aedion had gone to endovier while Aelin/Celaena was arrested there and recognized her. I just love your writing and I would LOVE you making a one shot about it 😘
Everything was covered in layers of dirt and mud and grime. The axes that the slaves used to heave at the mineral deposits were dirty, the majority of them broken and cracked from being overworked as much as the slaves. It only made it harder for the people doing the mining, the points of the pickaxes dull and rounded and barely doing anything to get the job done.
As he walked through the filthy mines, Aedion’s blood boiled at the conditions the slaves were being forced to live in. Each of them was frail and underfed. Their faces and skin were caked with dirt and mud, hair dull and limp. Every single one of them had such a dead look in their eyes that Aedion was beginning to wonder if they were thinking about underperforming to lose their lives and be at peace at long last.
He had always known that the mines were hardly about mining salt. In truth, he was pretty sure that not much of the mined salt was even used and sold. If he remembered correctly, most of the salt that was used in Adarlan was imported from other nations along with the rest of their spices. The king was all about quality, and he had never been satisfied with what was found in his own lands. It was why he kept conquering all the other nations in Erilea.
No — the mines were about breaking people. And each and every one of these people were completely and utterly broken. Not just in physical appearance, not just with broken bones and broken hearts. But with broken souls and shattered hope that chipped away even more with every blow of their pickaxe.
Aedion hated that he appeared to be one of them. One of the people that slaughtered hopes and dreams, that ripped people from their families because of their heritage or petty crimes that they had committed. From what he understood, not many people here had actually done any major law breaking. Most of the men and women here were of Fae descent, simply being murdered in an act of genocide because the king was scared of what they were capable of. Scared of the magic that coursed through their veins. How Aedion wasn’t one of those locked away for his heritage — especially considering that he was a prince of Terrasen and Wendlyn — he didn’t know.
One of the only high security slaves was Adarlan’s Assassin and Aedion had yet to have a run in with the girl. From what he understood, she was a sixteen year old spitfire that constantly gave the guards and overseers hell. It gave Aedion some sense of hope that one day she might help lead a revolution within the mines to overpower the guards and free all the slaves that inhabited here. Maybe he would even be able to help her from the outside.
Seeing the conditions of this place made Aedion desperate. He wanted nothing more than to free these people right now but he would lose his life and that would do no good for the revolution he was helping organize with the rebels in the north. He had been able to free thousands of slaves and other people hiding in the Stags under the guise that he was really slaughtering all of them. The Bane would answer to no one but Aedion Ashryver, and their loyalty showed true considering that no one had yet turned him over to the king as a traitor.
Off to his right from somewhere deeper in the mines, he began to pick up a commotion that made his stomach drop. Those Fae senses of his were prickling, the hair on his arms and the back of his neck raising to attention as he recognized the sound of metal piercing flesh. The groans that the men being attacked made as their bodies crumpled to the floor were awful sounds that he had heard one too many times. Aedion’s stomach flipped as he took off running toward the raucous, eyes darting frantically for their source.
And then he saw her, golden blonde hair matted and covered in dirt swinging wildly in a messy braid as she swung. Her pickaxe nailed another guard in the stomach, and then she was spinning on her heel and it was bursting clean through another’s head. It was like watching a dance the way she moved, her too-thin limbs still strong enough to butcher men at will. This was her. This was Celaena Sardothien.
Guards were shouting at one another as they ran toward her, most of them meeting a gruesome and bloody fate that ended with them slumped on the ground with their intestines hanging from their bodies. Celaena was like wildfire, destroying everything in her path as she cut down guard after guard. With one particular overseer, he watched as a slow and wicked grin spread across her face as she gutted him. He was a little in awe at watching the way she seemed to find nothing but pure joy in killing the man. Aedion wondered what he’d done to deserve it.
Before too long, there were hardly any guards left between him and the young girl. Guards that she killed easily and quickly. Up close, he could see that her green eyes were glazed over as she worked toward the wall. Up close, her face made something in the back of his mind flicker with hope.
When her axe swung down on him and clashed against the metal of his sword, he realized that her eyes weren’t green at all. They were turquoise, surrounded by the brightest gold that appeared to be living flame. All of the blood drained from Aedion’s face and his mouth went dry as he looked at… his queen.
“Aelin?”
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A truly terrifying horror film would have the characters making the most logical, common-sense choices, and still getting slaughtered because the villain is just that relentless.
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every single person who reblogs this
every
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will get “doot doot” in their ask box
I WANT TO KNOW YOUR SECRET
SERIOUSLY THOUGH WHAT ARE YOU
I GOT THIS AND I WAS LIKE WHAT THE FUCK
there are over 128,000 notes and i still got one
how
i reblogged this less than 2 minutes ago
how the actual fuck
well
do not question
ive done this before you truly do get doot doot in your askbox
Give it to me
Reblog or your mom will die in 928 seconds.
I love my mom.
I am risking nothing
I AM SORRY FOLLOWERS, I LOVE MY MOMMY
Will not risk.
sorry followers :(
omg im so glad to se so many people love their mummy
Why’re you being mean to my mum?
goddamn it
Nope. Googled it. 15 minuets. Nope. Not taking any chances
This has 1.2 million reblogs … Ps not riskin it
1.4 almost ps not risking it
Fuck this post
2.5 million notes I hate myself
I reblogged this twice now
I’m so sorry this isn’t b99 related and this isn’t real but I can’t not skip this I’m sorry
Not taking a fucking chance
Sorry, guys, but Im not taking a chance
No chances… She’s out… And she must be protected.
How dare you
Whatcha doin to me Farkle!
i can’t risk it
sorry babes my moms just my favorite person ever
Sorry I can’t risk it
Fuck sorry guys I love my mom
Omg I hate these things but I am paranoid. So sorry guys.
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CANT RISK IT
Sorry guys
sorry 😩
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God fucking dammit.
i am so sorry guys
glad you guys love your moms :))
I’M SORRY- I LOVE MY MOMMY
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God damnit
Pussies are biologically designed to receive regular poundings and stretch to birth an entire miniature human; one kick to the testicles can destroy a guy. Yet for some reason, we associate “pussy” with weakness and having “balls” with strength.
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there will come a point in every potterhead’s life that they have a sudden, unexplained obsession with the maruaders and jily and if you like it there, you stay there forever
there will come a point in every potterhead’s life that they have a sudden, unexplained obsession with the maruaders and jily and if you like it there, you stay there forever
Reblog this picture of me holding a Family Size box of Honey Nut Cheerios? I’d really appreciate it.
How can I say no to such a great photo and such a polite request?
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@mooserattler back on my dash!
Why isn’t this at a million notes, yet, Dante???
I’m not sure. Hey lovely people who have taken me over half way to a cool million! If you’d like to reblog again, I’d love that, if not, I still love you, and hope you’re having a great day. I’m gonna go do some stand up tonight.
Reblog or your mom will die in 928 seconds.
I love my mom.
I am risking nothing
I AM SORRY FOLLOWERS, I LOVE MY MOMMY
Will not risk.
sorry followers :(
omg im so glad to se so many people love their mummy
Why’re you being mean to my mum?
goddamn it
Nope. Googled it. 15 minuets. Nope. Not taking any chances
This has 1.2 million reblogs … Ps not riskin it
1.4 almost ps not risking it
Fuck this post
2.5 million notes I hate myself
I reblogged this twice now
I’m so sorry this isn’t b99 related and this isn’t real but I can’t not skip this I’m sorry
Not taking a fucking chance
Sorry, guys, but Im not taking a chance
No chances… She’s out… And she must be protected.
How dare you
Whatcha doin to me Farkle!
i can’t risk it
sorry babes my moms just my favorite person ever
Sorry I can’t risk it
Fuck sorry guys I love my mom
Omg I hate these things but I am paranoid. So sorry guys.
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CANT RISK IT
Sorry guys
sorry 😩
IM NOT RISKING IT
I did, my mom is STILL DEAD. Works.
Fire and Ice and Freezing Nights
Or Rowan and Aelin arguing over blankets.
A quick note (that I seriously don’t judge you when you don’t read because I wouldn’t either). I started this blog last week and already have 56 followers. You guys are great. In celebration, I’m writing this based off the second prompt. Also, all weekend, I will fill writing requests and do the number prompts which will be listed at the end if you’d like to send in one! (Please just specify ship, prompt number, and which list it is) Anyway, here’s some Rowaelin trash for all of my Rowaelin trash bags.
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