Missing: A Throne of Glass fanfic

Chapter 3

2 1/2 years old

"Rowan's gone." I say as I feed Nehemia and Lyria. "You don't know that Aelin." Lysandra says gently. I set down the spoon I'm holding. "Yes I do." I reply, moving my chair back words. I pick up Nehemia then Lyria and stalk away.

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"Lyria, please." I say. Lyria whips around, her silver hair flying. Her eye's flash in anger. Nehemia walks over to Lyria. "Lyria, please, calm down. . ." Nehemia's voice drops to low for me to hear. Nehemia stops talking then Lyria shifts and flies out the window. I sigh. Lyria matches her father in looks and personality. Nehemia wraps her arms around me. "I'll go talk to her." Nehemia says. "Alright, thank you." I add. Nehemia nods and shifts to look for Lyria. "Someone's here to see you." Aedion says, entering the room with Lysandra standing by his side. "Alright, lets go." I sigh. Aedion and Lysandra share a knowing smile. "What." I say. Aedion shakes his head. "Absolutely nothing." I roll my eyes and push past the two of them. I turn around outside the door, waiting for Aedion and Lysandra to lead the way. I follow them into the garden.

A hooded figure sits on a bench, back facing the three of us. I turn to Aedion. "What the hell is this!" Aedion shrugs. "Take a look." I feel a hand on my shoulder and turn around. The hooded figure drops his hood, revealing closely cropped silver hair. My hand goes to my mouth. "Rowan." I whisper. Rowan nods and we embrace. I hear the soft patter of Aedion and Lysandra leaving. "Where were you?" I ask breaking the embrace. Rowan lifts a hand to the back of his head. "I don't know."

"How do you not know?"

Rowan shrugs. "Just how long exactly have I been gone?" Rowan asks. My mouth drops. "It would have been 13 years and nine months tomorrow." Rowan shakes his head. "I'm sorry Fireheart." "Why?" I ask. "For not being here." Rowan says, grabbing my hand. I squeeze his hand. "You have no reason to be sorry. You do have a reason to shower however." I say. Rowan smiles, revealing his elongated canines. Rowan and I walk up to the bathing room. "I have to go get something ready for the party tomorrow." I say when we get there. "What party tomorrow?" Rowan asks. "You'll see." I reply. He rolls his eyes.

Nehemia's POV

"Come on Lyria." I say once we've both shifted back to our Fae forms. "So it's our gods damned birthday. Doesn't mean Mom has to do all of this for us." Lyria argues. "That's not the point." I reply. "So what is the point then." "Because, before Dad disappeared, he and Mom had a discussion and he wanted us to wear these dresses specifically." I say, gesturing to the dresses hanging in our closet. "Alright fine," Lyria says, obviously still annoyed, "If it makes Mom happy, then fine. I'll go." "Thank you Lyria." I say.

Aelin's POV

"You're going to love this." I say as Rowan and I wait along the bottom of the great hall stairs. Dorian and Manon stand across the hall from us with Chaol and Yrene next to them. "Aelin's right." Fenrys says coming up behind Rowan and I. A stupid grin is on his face. "Alright. We're ready guys!" Aedion calls. Lyria and Nehemia come from the left side of the hallway. Rowan releases a breath. Lyria's braided hair falls down a long reddish orange dress. Nehemia's hair flows freely down her silver dress. "Who's that?" Rowan whispers to me. "Take a wild guess." I whisper back, a smile appearing on my lips. Rowan glares at me and I offer him an even bigger smile. Rowan turns back to the girls and his eyes catch identical pine green ones. "Is that. . ." Rowan starts. "Is that who, Rowan?" I ask sweetly. "Were you pregnant when I left?" He manages to say. "Yes, I just didn't know I was." Rowan's eyes start to water. "You ok?" I ask. Rowan nods. Rowan places an arm around my waits and tugs me closer to him.

I walk to Nehemia and Lyria after they're done with the stairs. "Thank you for making me do this." Lyria says to Nehemia as we walk up to them. "No problem Lia." Nehemia says with a smile. "Do I get the pleasure of learning their names or do I only get to see them Aelin?" Rowan asks. Nehemia sticks her hand out and Rowan shakes it. "I'm Nehemia and this is my sister." She says. Lyria shakes Rowan's hand as well. "I'm Lyria." is all she says. Rowan's hand drops to his side. "You named them after people who should have never died." He states. I nod. "Now do we get the pleasure of learning your name or do we only get to see you?" Lyria taunts. Rowan smirks. "I see Lyria has some attitude. I'm Rowan." "Girls, this," I say, gesturing to Rowan, "Is your father."

Alright, I skipped some time. Right now my plan for this story is to finish it, then create a second part in this book and make a longer fan fiction. A fan fiction that I take more time (I'm hoping that it will take me at least a year, at least because the majority of the year I am at school with very little time to write) to write and expand the story line. So this chapter comes in at a total of 927 words.

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