The last will and testament of Elva Levene, Vespra, Elane, Silvern.

The year 30505-30776 4th galactic era

This is my final will, one of the few things I have control over in my life. Unfortunately if anyone thinks Ill make this sappy, than its not your day.

I know that all you grasping polocks are only interested in my famed fortune. If so than today is most certainly not your day either.

First things first, I want to say; Rook Jorentin, you are forbidden from setting foot in my beautiful ship, because if you do I know it will be floating around the cosmos in splinters before the week is out.

Before you complain about the waist of a perfectly good ship, I will tell you that I wish my body to be lain to rest in my beloved vessel and set adrift in the Garaga sector, so I may eternally see my favorite constellations.

I know this is a woefully short and unpoetic final testament, but my ship was basically all I owned, and I think it will be much more fun to let you all guess where I hid my fortune ( have fun with that).

You can all fight it out while I watch and laugh from the after life.

Lastly, I will say I hated most of you while I was alive ( especially you Canatos ) except for maybe Rook who was less of a backstabber than you rotting lot( you still can’t have my ship).

Also, I know it was you who gave me the poison Niara, very smoothly done.

Starsdusk if I’m correct.

Lovey and incurable,and really well done on the delivery, but now I will haunt you till your, not so far off, dyeing day.

See you losers later!

XOTO

(hugs, kisses, and total obliteration)

Elva- Silvern--

My will is to be composed of my most beloved belongings being sent out to the people who I have loved most through my life, those of them who are still alive.

I will start with my husband, Scorpius Malfoy, who was always just as smart as I, and has loved me as long as I can remember. To him I leave all my galeons and sickles, that shall be passed on to out children upon his death.

To my daughter Luna Alexandra Malfoy Mcgonagal, I leave my Nimbus 3000 and my Potter Life novels.

To my son-in-law Sirius Collin I leave my cat, Buttercup, whom he has always loved.

To me elder grandson, Henry Green Mcgonagal I leave my four cauldrons, since he is in a habbit of melting his.

To my younger grandson I leave my Hogwarts trunk to use for school all of his years.

To my younger brother Hugo Granger Weasely I leave our father's first broomstick.

To my couson James Harry Potter II, I leave my knuts with a mesage: get youself out of the hole you dug before you die.

To my couson Albus Serverous Potter I leave my old school books, in hopes he would learn history and magic for once in his life.

To my couson Lily Potter I leave my pale pink, sky blue, and teal dress robes.

To my aunt Ginny I leave all of my old photo albums, in hopes that she would remember it all again

I thank all of these people, and my couson's children Amy, Fred and Violet for all the things they have done in my favor, and for holding my memory after I'm gone.

I would also like to thank my mother Hermione, my father Ronald, my uncles Harry, George, Percy, Bill, Charlie, my Grandma and Grandpa Granger and my Grandpa and Grandma Weasely for their guidance and fianancal help- not to mention the fun times before they were gone.

Thank you all.

From here on out this is how things are going to go. The forces from Wendlyn and The Silent Assassins should have joined with our troops. You will use them to fight Erawan, save the lands and all that cheesy shit. Last night I married Rowan, giving him the legal rite to become the King of Terrasen. Lysandra shall live as me from now on, to give our troops hope, as I can no longer fight along side you. By now I should have been captured by Maeve. I have no regrests in life. I had always known that it would end like this for someone like me. I mean, the last Queen of Terrasen raised as an assassin. Grew up to become the famed Celaena Sardothian, most feared assassin in all of Erilea, at the age of 17. I was never ment to be a queen. So please don’t come after me.

Dorian,

I would like for you to have all the books in my apartment above the wearhouse. Gods know none of the others would read them and at least you won’t let them go to waist. You have been my best and most trusted friends. You will make a great next king of Adarlan.

Lysandra,

I know we had a rough start when we were kids. I don’t think that I had ever appologised for throwing that knife at your head, and I’m still not going to. I’m glad that we came back together in the end. If only Sam could have seen us now. I realize that I have asked a lot of you but I know that you can handle, and the sea wyvern under that skincan surely handle Adeion in my stead.

Adeion,

I’m sorry that we were seperated for so long, if I would have known you were still alive and fighting for me I would have found a way to kill Arobynn sooner. It was my selfishness that drove me to forget what I was. I know that you forgave me, but I can’t stop feeling guilty for it. While I was off being an assassin and reading my books, you were working towards helping our people, and fighting with the bane. For that I am so sorry. I can only ask one more thing of you. Make sure that Buzzard doesn't get any funny ideas and try to rescue me. Throw him in the sea if that's what it takes.

Rowan,

Buzzard, Mate, Carranam, thank you. Thank you for walking out of the dark with me. Thank you for reminding me what it was like to be loved again. I know probably by know your raging with Adeion trying to come up with a way to rescue me, your new wife. As your new wife I am ordering you to shay the fuck away. I don't care if our mating bond says that I can't kill you, If you come for me your life is going to be hell. They need you to be the King of Terrasen. I need you to finish this fight, and do me a favor. Tell Gavriel to spend more time with Adeion, and tell Lorcan if he hurts Elide in the slidest way he'll have more than just twelve iron teeth witches on his ass.

Sincerely,

Alein Ashryver Galathynius

Characters from: Throne of Glass trilogy by Sarah J. Maas