After that day, he would always ache with guilt, even in death. His brother, the Black sheep of the family, had needed him, and he wasn t there.
The rest of the family were proud, of course. But his older brother had never quite believed that he could turn out like the rest of them.
The Dark Arts had been all too alluring for him. He had gotten in way over his head, only just managing to find a way out. It was too late for him now, but at least he had managed to destroy a part of the being who he had called Master.
His only dying wish was that his brother would one day forgive him.
