Ashle(mentioned)

((Post for Gil's one year anniversary Horde side!)

One year...

He found it funny to think that it had only been that long.

Everything seemed like it moved so much faster, like half of a lifetime had been fit into the confines of a number of days. He had aged noticeably over the course of the past year, both in body and spirit.

He was more fit if anything. Muscles and general health had increased over the year as he'd gone about various activities...

His life was on track again. That was something to be thankful for. He'd left behind House V and their corruptive ways and blazed a new path for himself, a better one. Whether or not there were actions he'd take back was irrelevant. The past was a darker place. The future was bright. If he continued to change for the better, he might actually become a worthwhile person someday.

Gil shook violently.

Pull yourself together damn it...

Try as he might, the half-elf couldn't shake the doubt and worry that ran through his head. Every time he saw his reflection, saw his new face, the new beard, the new hair...He couldn't help but think that it wasn't really him. He'd been so happy with his new life, the new job, the new wife, the new daughter...But he'd gone and screwed that up in one movement. He should have been stronger, learned to live with the guilt of working for Volanthius like he had for everything else he'd done...but he'd been too fucking weak. He'd let himself believe that alone he could take Avaraelia down and stop the spread of her corruption...but he hadn't. And even if he had, the rest of her followers would have spread the word that he'd done the deed...What had he been thinking?! And so here he was, curled up against a rock in Durotar, shivering.

Alone.