Chapter 7
I didn't see you for a long time after that. Nearly a year I think it was. What had happened to you? You were thin, skeletal like even. Pale as the moon with a harsh red cut on your cheek. But the worst thing about the way you looked was your eyes. Like slits, filled with pure grey fury, anger and hatred. And in the half light a gleam of death; an evil and all consuming death. I wanted to pity you at that moment. Because what they must have done to you doesn't bear thinking about. How they must have tortured you to create that creature that stood before me and raised that wand to kill. Well I don't want to know.
My moment of weakness passed quickly as I saw what you did. I watched too stunned to move, too angry to even cry out. Then you fled and although I chased you far and wide I didn't catch up with you.
You had killed him. And that's why I hate you.