Chapter 15: Attribute of Strength

As ordered, Addy traveled into the Trade District the next day to find some new clothes. She soon found a Leather working shop and bought some new leggings and top. They were soft, well beaten leather with clips and ties meant to attack mail or plate pieces. It felt weird wearing trousers, she'd always preferred dresses and skirts, but she knew she would have to get used to it. She also bought some nice leather gloves to help stop the chaffing and blisters on her hands, as well as a good pair of boots. She bought several thin black cotton shirts that covered her entire neck to wear under her leather chest piece. She smiled at herself in a polished mirror, pleased with her new clothes, and satisfied that it covered her scars.

Father Samuel asked her to meet with him at the crack of dawn on Monday. She spoke with Mr. Tim, asking if she could work Sunday and take the next day off, but the man just shrugged and told her to take both days. The man had seemed forlorn since the attack on Westfall, with a pinch of sadness in his eyes and Addy knew that he had lost someone as well - a lover perhaps.

Walking to the keep, Addy kept fiddling with the edge of her shirt around her neck, making sure that it covered everything. She stoped in the front courtyard, walking around as she waited for Father Samuel, not entirely sure what he was planning. The courtyard where she practiced was covered in snow, so they wouldn't be going there.

The air was chilly, and she regretted not wearing a cloak. She rubbed her arms, hoping that Father Samuel would show up soon.

She saw him walking through the front gate soon after. His hair was stilled pulled back and he wore tight dark leather the same colour as his skin. He didn't seem very bothered by the cold and his arms were bare as he walked over to her.

Without saying a word he reached forward and started to pull at her clothes.

"Hey!" Addy snapped, "Watch it!"

Father Samuel ignored her, inspecting her choice. Evidently he approved and nodded quickly. Then without a word he changed directions and started to walk to the keep. Addy hesitated a moment before running off after him.

"Where are we going?" Addy asked him as he walked up the stairs into the keep. He didn't respond and Addy bit back her annoyance, and deigned herself to follow him.

He didn't take her into the actual building, instead taking a sharp left and heading towards one of the many guard towers that were build along the city walls. Addy frowned to herself as he started to climb the tower.

When they reached the top, Father Samuel nodded to the two guards at the top, who nodded back. Addy blinked as she looked out over the city. She remembered how big it had looked when she first got here, but now it was all very familiar to her, and didn't seem nearly as massive.

"City walls." Father Samuel spoke for the first time, "They circle the entire city - eight miles."

Addy nodded, her eyebrows furrowed, "What are we doing here?

"The walls form a circle." Father Samuel continued, ignoring her, "If you start in one direction, eventually you'll end up back here. The Speed in which you complete the circle will determine how long your breaks will be - so be fast."

Addy felt her eyes widen as she realized what he meant,"What?! I...I can't do that!"

Father Samuel rolled his eyes, "Walk, run, crawl - I don't care, but you can make it."

Addy swallowed, looking out at the city which suddenly looked much bigger than it had a few seconds before.

Father Samuel tossed her a water skin which she stumbled with a bit before catching it, "What are you waiting for?"

Addy's eyes widened and she opened her mouth to argue again, but a sharp look from him quickly made her close it. She remembered the conversation she'd had with him. When he said run...

She huffed, gripping the water skin in her hand and picked a direction.

She started her run, and very quickly started to realize how out of shape she was. She was only running for a minute before she started to feel light of breath and her chest started to pinch. She slowed down, but only a few minutes later she had to stop. She leaned over and pressed her hands to her knees, breathing heavily. She looked behind her and saw with embarrassment that she could still see Father Samuel, who was leaning against the stone wall. He waved at her and Addy scowled, straightened, looked forward and started to walk.

It took three hours. More than once Addy was forced to stop completely and sit down, drinking from her water skin as she struggled to catch her breathe. She couldn't believe how out of shape she was. The more she walked the more she realized how short the distance really was. Stormwind was heavily populated, but dense. It was a far shorter walk than her trips her Sentinel Hill from her farm - which she used to take twice a month.

Eventually she made her way back to the same guard tower she'd left from. She was gripping the wall, breathing heavily as she slowly marched uphill back to where Father Samuel was standing. The man was smirking, looking far too pleased as he watched her.

"Three hours." He noted, shrugging, "Not the worst I've seen."

Addy groaned, bent over, "I hate you."

Samuel chuckled, pushing himself off the wall, "I want that halved."

"Oh great." Addy straighten, holding her hip as she stretched. "Perfect."

"It'll get easier."

Addy didn't really believe him, but she didn't say anything, grumbling under her breath.

"Come on." Father Samuel nodded his head, "Let's go."

Addy groaned loudly but didn't argue. She followed him down the tower, trying to ignore the burning in her legs. She refused to ask for a moment to breathe.

He brought her through the keep and Addy knew she must've looked a sight. Her hair was sticking to her sweaty forehead, and her cheeks were flushed an angry red. She saw a few people give her curious looks as they passed, and she tried to ignore them - struggling to keep up with Father Samuel.

The man brought her to the courtyard, much to her confusion.

"What're we doing here?" Addy asked. The courtyard was now empty, the paths, arenas, and benches all covered by a thick layer of snow.

Father Samuel gave her a side glance, his lip twitching in a smile before he raised his hands and closed his eyes. A few seconds later a bright glow came from his hands. Addy wasn't sure what it was doing, but then a second later a spot above the courtyard burst into light. She gasped, watching with wide eyes as it spread out in all directions, before moving downwards until it had created a barely visible dome of light over the top of the courtyard. Addy felt transfixed, walking forward with wide eyes towards the centre of the courtyard. She gasped as she felt the snow under her feet slowly vanish, until there was nothing but wet grass under her feet. She looked up and saw snow falling until it melt the resistance of the shield made of pure light, where it melted before it hit the ground.

"H-how..." Addy gapped, looking back at Father Samuel with wide eyes.

The man looked rather pleased by her reaction, "Defence is just as important as offence - in fact for some it's the most important. Shields like these are useful in battle, but they have other uses as well."

Addy blinked, wondering how useful the shield would be against a sword. It looked like it was made of light, "When do I learn that?"

"Not for a while." Samuel snorted at her, making Addy glare, "Shields like these are meant to be used for a long time. We need to make sure you're strong enough to maintain them. Passing out from exhaustion isn't exactly ideal in the midst of battle."

Addy huffed, not willing to admit he was right. He sent her an amused look before walking towards the damp sand pit. He started feeling swords until he found a few that seemed right to him.

He tossed her a sword and Addy yelped, jumping away. The sword landed in the wet grass with a dull thud and Addy glared at Father Samuel.

"You could have cut me!" She snapped.

He nodded, "Yes. It was a test."

Addy furrowed her eyebrows, crouching down to pick up the sword. It was much lighter than the swords she usually practiced with, "Of what?"

"You're perception." He replied, flipping his own sword a few times, "Specifically of your abilities. A confident swordsmen would have tried to catch it - a good swordsman might have."

Addy narrowed her eyes, "And if I tried to catch it?"

"Well, you probably wouldn't try it again anytime soon." Father Samuel chuckled, "But what that shows me is that you're not as confident in your abilities as you think you are."

Addy gripped her sword a few times, "Just because I know how to use a sword doesn't mean I want to try and catch a flying blade."

Father Samuel held his blade out in front of him, moving his feet into a familiar sparing stance, "Well then Miss Fairchild. Let's see how good you are."

Addy swallowed nervously at the menacing glint in his eyes before moving back and lifting her sword.

Addy ran every day. Even on days she wasn't training she ran, as discovered by Father Samuel showing up at her small flat and pouring cold water over at in the early hours of the morning. Thankfully the crown kept the paths along the wall clear of snow and ice, so despite the cold frosty mornings Addy was able to run unhindered.

She trained after work with Samuel every day, and twice a week they trained all day. Most days were a viscous cycle of sit ups pull ups, push ups and other training exercises. After a week Addy didn't see much in the way of changes, but after a couple weeks she started to see a definite change in her body. Her thighs and calfs thickened with muscle and her shoulders and back became more defined. Her stomach became less soft and slowly but surely her daily runs around the city became shorter and shorter.

"Alright." Father Samuel held up his hand, "Thats enough."

Addy lowered her sword, breathing too heavily to let out a breath of relief. Her arms ached painfully, as they usually did after a long day of sword fighting.

Father Samuel walked over to the weapons rack and placed his sword back on it, "You're improving."

"Am I?" Addy frowned, rolling her shoulders.

Father Samuel nodded, "We need to work on your footwork. But we can start that next week."

Addy nodded, and placed her sword back on the rack. She wiped sweat away from her forehead. "Same place?"

Father Samuel nodded and then walked out of the courtyard. Addy shook her head, he wasn't one for pleasantries. She walked to the outside of the courtyard and started to make her way to the warm keep inside. She passed several rooms as she did so, storage rooms, hallways and a side door to the great Stormwind Library.

Addy paused for a moment, her eyes wandering into the library. It was dark, except for a single lantern lighting up a table filled with books and scrolls. Sitting at the desk was a familiar blond boy slumped over the table, looking like he'd fallen asleep reading.

Addy looked around, seeing two guards standing in front of the library, but they didn't look like they would be waking him any time soon.

She huffed in annoyance, walking towards the entrance. She paused by the doors, looking nervously at the two guards, "Er...am I allowed in?"

The guards were silent, but one on the left gave a curt nod. She returned with a nervous smile and wandered into the library.

She'd never been in here before - why would she? It was actually much larger than she'd though, shelfs upon shelfs that went deep into the keep. Every now and then there were tables and chairs where one could sit and read. The Prince had taken up residence at a table near a window, with a view over the courtyard. She flushed with embarrassment as she realized that he could no doubt see her training.

She ignored her embarrassment, and reached forward, poking him on his shoulder.

He startled awake, and Addy noted with amusement that the lines of the pages he'd been sleeping on were imprinted on his face. His hair was in slight disarray and his eyes were glazed over and heavy with sleep.

"'M up." He mumbled, blinking rapidly.

Addy snorted, "Where's your keeper?"

The Prince, Anduin, blinked a few times, looking surprised to see her there. "What?"

"Your keeper?" Addy asked again, "They've left you sleeping in a library."

Anduin rubbed his eyes, taking a few breathes to wake himself up, "I'm nearly twenty, I hardly need a keeper."

"Sure." Addy shrugged, not entirely believing him.

Anduin looked around the library, his eyes going wide as he realized it was dark and empty, "What time is it?"

Addy shrugged, "Sun's down."

"Light." He rubbed a hand over his face. He then blinked several times and looked over to her, "Wait, what're you doing here?"

Addy flushed, "The guards said I could-"

"No I mean." The Prince smiled, his eyes crinkling sleepily, "What're you doing here so late?"

"Oh." Addy shifted, looking down at the floor as her entire face flushed red, "Er- Training."

"Ah." He nodded, "I saw you earlier."

Addy didn't say anything to that and an awkward silence fell over the pair. Addy swallowed nervously, shifting rom foot to foot until finally she cleared her throat.

"Well, goodnight then." She mumbled, turning to leave.

"Wait"

Addy paused, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she turned around to look at the Prince. He was standing now, his clothes wrinkled and hair still disheveled. His checks were flushed and he seemed to be avoiding making eye contact with her.

"Yes?" Addy asked awkwardly.

"I er-" He reached up and scratched the back of his head, "I wanted to apologize."

"Apologize." Addy repeated deadpanned.

His cheeked pinked, "Yes. I've done a lot of thinking the last few weeks, and I've come to understand that I shouldn't have bought your farm without speaking to you first."

Addy frowned. She wasn't sure how to handle this - she'd been perfectly okay with just being mad at him for the rest of her life. And now here he was apologizing. She realized very quickly that by apologizing he was making her look like the immature one - no that wouldn't do at all.

So she nodded, shrugging, "Alright."

He frowned and Addy felt a bit vindicated. He hadn't been expecting that.

"I apologize." Anduin sighed, "I...I hadn't realized you'd accepted the money before, I had a whole speech and now it's kind of null."

Addy just crossed her arms in front of her chest, nodding at him with a 'go ahead' glance.

"Er- Right, yes." Anduin cleared his throat, he motioned for her to sit across from him and after a few moments thought Addy did so. She winced as the sound of the chair moving across stone echoed loudly in the silent library and the guards by the door tilted their heads inward, before turning back to their positions. "So I've been thinking."

"So you've said." Addy quipped.

"Yes." Anduin cleared his throat, "And I know what you think - that I pity you, and your situation and that I feel bad for you. But thats not why I did what I did."

"But you do pity me." Addy stated,

Anduin scoffed, "Miss Fairchild, when I first saw you you were damned near emaciated and covered in demon blood. I think that anybody with half a conscience would feel pity for someone in that situation. But that isn't why I bought your farm."

Addy gritted her teeth. She wasn't willing to admit he had a point so she just narrowed her eyes, "Are priests allowed to swear?"

He rolled his eyes, but his lip twitched a bit. "We're going off topic. What I'm trying to say is that...I'm a priest. But I'm not really going to be a priest."

He held out his arms like he'd actually said something that meant anything. Addy just look at him, her face pinched in confusion. He sighed and lowered his arms.

"So I've wanted to be a priest for a while." Anduin explained, "Ever since I visited the Exodar and met Velen. It just sort of felt...right. Like I said before, I'd known I had talent with the light for some time but I always assumed I was going to be a paladin, or just a warrior. But I don't like hurting people, I like to help people. Using the Light offensively isn't exactly my forte."

He let out a sigh and rubbed the back of his neck. Addy felt a bit awkward, feeling like she was becoming privy to some very private information.

"My father...disagreed with it. I think that might be a bit of an understatement, and we argued about it for a long time. And when I was younger I never really understood why he was so against it: I thought that he just wanted me to be like him, or that he thought a healer couldn't be a good king." Addy gave him a dubious look and he held up his hands, "I was a kid, alright? All I knew was that my Father didn't approve. But now I know better. I know that he was just worried about me, worried that I wouldn't be able to protect myself. But as I got older I realized it was more than that..."

He took a deep breathe, his eyebrows tilted down as a sad look overcame him. No...not sad, Addy realized. It was acceptance.

"I'm never going to be a healer." Anduin gave her a sad smile, "I might be a priest, but I'm a Prince first, and one day I'll be a King. A King of a people very much at war. They don't need a Priest-King, they need a Warrior-King. So no matter what I want to do, the decision was made for me before I was even born.

"When I looked at you, I think I saw myself. I saw someone who knew what they wanted to be, but were unable to accomplish their goals because of the circumstance of their lives, their birth."

He shrugged a bit, before his face flushed as he realized all the information he'd just revealed to her. Addy's face was still pinched, trying to go over all of it, trying to digest all the new information he'd tossed at her and weighing it against all her preconceived notions and old anger.

And after everything, it all seemed so...silly. Unimportant.

She felt a weight lift off her shoulder, along with an anger that had been digging in her gut for a long time. She looked at him, at his sincerity, and she nodded.

"Alright."

He beamed at her.

Addy shook her head, "I still don't know why you bothered to tell me this, or apologize. Sure I was angry, but why did that matter? Why does any of it matter?" After all he was the Prince, it's not like she could retaliate at all. She was still half certain she was going to be carted off for kicking his knee out months ago in the courtyard.

"Maybe I want to be your friend."

Addy scoffed, avoiding his searching eyes as she shook her head in disbelief, "Despite what you think you don't know me, and I don't know you either."

Anduin didn't say anything for a moment, but Addy could hear the gears turning in his brain. She prayed that he would let it go, accept her forgiveness, and they could both move on with their lives.

"Ask me a personal question."

Addy startled slightly, her eyes finding his in her surprise, "What?"

"As me a personal question." He repeated earnestly, "Anything you want."

"Why."

His eyes were bright, "Because you're right. If were going to be friends we need to get to know each other. So you can ask me a personal question and I'll answer it, and then I ask you one in return."

"That sounds...potentially dangerous." Addy frowned, but fought to keep the corner of her lips from twitching upwards.

"Oh definitely." He beamed.

Addy thought about it. There wasn't really anything she could think of that she'd be embarrassed to talk about. As long as he didn't ask her about Gryan...

"Fine..." Addy spoke hesitantly, "But you go first."

Anduin blinked in surprise, "Me? Are you sure."

"Yeah." Addy nodded, moving to sit across from him. If personal questions were being asked she wanted him to go first. That way she'd make sure her question was just as personal as his - she didn't want to be the one getting the short end of the stick.

"Er-alright. Your accent, is it Tirasian?"

Now it was Addy's turn to be surprised, "What?"

"I noticed it a while ago." Anduin shrugged, "It's subtle, and I had a hard time placing it, but I was thinking it was Tirasian."

Addy paused, feeling like there was a question within his question. Asking about an accent was hardly personal.

But asking about where she was born might be.

"I'm not from Kul Tiras." She shook her head, "Never even been."

"No I..." He shifted, looking a bit pained, "I was wondering if you were from Theramore."

Addy nodded, finally understanding why he thought it was such a personal subject, but again she shook her head, "I've never even been to Kalimdor. My er- I was raised by my Grandfather? He was Tirasian, I must've picked it up from him."

"Where-?"

"Shush It's my turn." She waved him off, feeling a bit more confident. She tilted her head, deciding to go with a safe question, "When did you decide you wanted to be a Priest?"

Anduin's eyes lite up and he smiled warmly, "When I was in Ironforge, during the Shattering. I worked with the local priests to help with the injured. It was there someone first told me I had a calling to be a priest. Later I travelled to the Exodar and worked with The Prophet Velen and he taught me everything I know. I didn't really do any formal training for years because...well, my father." He shrugged, "But after Pandaria and Garrosh, we came to an understanding. I travelled between Stormwind and Exodar a lot during those times..."

Addy was stoic as she watched him. He was very animated and very open about his life. She wondered if he had any secrets at all.

"My turn." He gave her a toothy grin and Addy swallowed.

"Okay..."

"Were you born in Westfall?" He asked her, "I believe Captain Stoutmantle mentioned you moved there with your grandfather when you were young..."

Addy shifted. It wasn't really a topic she was uncomfortable with, but it tended to make other people uneasy. And her own lack of reaction also gave people pause.

"No." She shook her head, pushing a stray piece of hair behind her ear, "No I was born In Lordaeron."

"Oh." She heard the light uptick in his voice.

"Stratholme." She replied, not meeting his gaze, "We left really early on during the plague, before people even knew what it was. The only thing people knew was that people were getting sick...dying. A lot of families sent the young and elderly away, for fear of their health. Me and Grandfather left Stratholme about a month before Prince Arthas came...my parents were supposed to join us in six months..." She trailed off, letting him fill the rest in.

"I'm sorry." Anduin said softly.

Addy shrugged, "I don't remember my parents. I don't really miss them, but yes...it's sad that they died. But the man who killed the is dead too, so for me it's...in the past."

Addy finally looked up, expecting to see pity, or sympathy or something. But instead he just looked solemn, and there was a look of understanding. Suddenly Addy remembered the Prince had lost a parent too, one he didn't remember.

"Do you ever wonder...?" Anduin trailed off, looking uncomfortable.

"If they were raised?" She hiked an eyebrow, "Became Scourge, or Forsaken?" He nodded, "Honestly...I try not to think about it."

Anduin swallowed, looking more than a little disturbed. But he cleared he throat anyway, "Er- your turn."

Addy shifted awkwardly. She'd gone and made it awkward. She could have just said she was born in Lordaeron, but no - she had to bring Stratholme into it and her parents and her whole past. She felt like she'd somehow been tricked into it, with his bright eyes and stupid welcoming face. She raked her brain trying to think of something equally as personal to ask him, but she couldn't think of anything that was't already public knowledge...

Her mind suddenly raced back to the courtyard and the ladies who spent their summer days there. She'd spent most of her time trying to ignore their discussions, but she could still remember the one topic that stuck with her...

She fought to keep a smirk off her face, "Why aren't you married?"

The prince was silent for a moment, but then a wheezing cough escaped him before he quickly cleared his throat, "Er- What?"

Addy felt a bit smug as she saw his cheeks turn red, "I heard some people talking about how you weren't married or betrothed or anything and I thought that was weird."

"Oh." He suddenly seemed a bit more confident than he'd been a moment before. She narrowed her eyes at him, wondering what he'd been thinking about. "Yeah I suppose it's been a topic of discussion."

"Apparently Lady Josephine's father is planning on offering her hand in marriage." Addy continued, "As is Lady Mary's. Lady Heather is trying to convince her father as well."

Anduin raised an eyebrow at her and Addy flushed red.

"They chat a lot." She mumbled under her breath.

Anduin chuckled, "I know. Father got the letters. As well as the few hundred that came before them."

"Few hundred." Addy gapped.

Anduin shrugged like it was no big deal, "Some are repeats."

"Well then...why haven't you married any of them." She asked.

"I don't know most of them." Anduin wrinkled his nose, "Others aren't serious proposals, just sent out of duty, others are already married. The one's I do know aren't exactly people I'd consider good matches."

"Does that- I mean I didn't think...er..." Addy shifted awkwardly, unsure if she was about to insult him.

Anduin chuckled, "Go ahead."

"I didn't think it mattered." She muttered, feeling embarrassed.

But Anduin didn't seen to mind, he just laughed, leaning back in his chair, "Yes I suppose. That's part of why I'm not betrothed I suppose. Things are just...different now, then how they were when my father was born."

Addy tilted her head in thought, "I didn't think things had changed that much."

"Everything's change." Anduin exclaimed, "But the most important change is how we align ourselves, politically. Before the wars there were multiple human kingdoms, and loyalty and money and land was split between them, which lead to arranged marriages for alliances My father's marriage to my mother is what brought most of Westfall's farmland and surplus into the kingdom of Stormwind. But now, all humans are under one banner, there's no need to use marriage to ensure loyalty anymore."

Addy nodded, "What about the Princess?"

"Tess?" Anduin seemed genuinely surprised by the question. "What about her?"

"I don't know." Addy shrugged, "You're a Prince, she's a princess. It's seems pretty obvious to me."

Anduin nodded in agreement, but there was a small smirk to it that made her stomach do strange things, "I suppose. But er- I don't think I'm her type."

"She doesn't like...priests?" Addy guessed.

"She doesn't like men."

"Oh...Oh!" Addy flushed red, but wasn't entirely sure why she was embarrassed. She'd been with a girl before, once. She'd been a bit younger and drunker and curious. It hadn't really led anywhere and the other woman left early the next morning. But she supposed imagining a noble woman doing the same thing made her feel flushed - someone who was always so proper and done up coming...well, undone in such a way. There was something...uncouth about it.

She looked over at Anduin and remembered that he was also a member of nobility. Suddenly an image flashed across her mind of him in a similar state of...dishevelment. Sweaty and shirtless, his hair loose and he's pushing it back out of his face showing off that same stupid smile he always has on his face,

Addy immediately felt her entire face burn bright red and she quickly shook her head, suddenly very interested in the surrounding architecture of the library and really anything other than the curious look on the Prince's face.

"Er-, it's getting late." Addy was flushed, standing up suddenly and awkwardly, almost tripping over her chair in her efforts to get up, "I have get up early tomorrow for training so..."

For a moment he looks disappointed, but she'd trying so hard to avoid eye contact that she wasn't sure if she's imagined it. He was about to open his mouth when a new voice interrupted them.

"Your Highness?"

Addy jumped and spun around, trying not to look guilty. Standing at the entrance to the library was a very well dressed man, in pressed blue linen with a belt that looked to be lined with gold. He stood slightly at attention like a solider, but he look more like nobility than a warrior.

"Mr. Banner." Anduin sounded a bit off and Addy chanced a peak at him to see his cheeks where now burning red.

The man, Banner, bowed, "I believe it's time to retire for the evening?"

Addy felt her lips twitch and she looked t the floor to hide the amusement in her eyes.

"Your keeper?" She asked Anduin, hoping her tone was even.

"Oh shut up." He grumbled, face red.

He stood up and Addy stepped aside, head lowered in a bow out of habit. She gave a clumsy curtsey which seemed a bit more mocking than serious and a cheeky, "Your Highness."

He raise an eyebrow and nodded back at her, "Miss Fairchild."

As he left the room Addy couldn't help but wonder when she'd become comfortable enough to tease the crowned prince.

A/N: Sorry for the long wait. I kinda got stuck a little bit in my writing. I always write two or three chapters ahead of where I'm editing and I've gotten a bit of writers block. I know what I need to write, and what I want to write but I just can't seem to get it on paper so to speak. So I decided to just edit and post this chapter and see if it unblocks me.

I've also been playing a lot. I actually got Addy to 110 finally, but she'd still a sad low 800 ilvl loser, so I still haven't played her a lot. I'm starting to get super excited for the next expansion, there's so much information I don't know what to think about it. But the whole Scar in Silithis thing pretty much confirms Old Gods at least. And the Kul Tiran sets in PTR hint at Kul Tiras and Jaina, which is exciting. I don't know i'm just super excited about everything.

If you wanna see a bunch of stupid theories and mostly stupid WOW memes and things i think are funny you should check me out on my Wow blog 'medvh' on tumblr.

Thank you guys for the reviews and support. I've been flooded with alert messages and it's so exciting to see people reading this story. You are all lovely!

Until Next Time,

-Ash