Role

Chapter 2

my friends had enjoyed, lost any desire to hold ties to the past.
Gained a new path, and a determination. Something colder, something hard,
something measurable and allowing for success even in the face of tragedy.
What is this path, this epiphany you ask? I had to kill my brother because
his despair over the death of his love corrupted him. And that would never
have happened if she had not died. And she would not have died if magic
had not gone awry. Some say magic is a tool, and surely it is. Like a
sword. Like an oar. But unlike a sword or an oar, magic is simply beyond
the wisdom of mortals. It is and has been hubris that makes people think
they can control what is inherently uncontrollable. It is a sad truth,
and one that will make for a difficult life, but no victory, no achievement,
is worthwhile if it is too simple. And while nothing can redeem my brother,
the future can be spared such nightmares. To this I dedicate my life.