While Alec was feeling hurt due to the deaths of the clan, there was someone else who was hurting and crying
Gordons Draco was sitting just few meters from the body of the Third Elder, he was crying profusely, as his father the Grand Elder held him tightly
" why!!!, why am I so weak, I couldn't even help him, this same thing also happened at the magic capital, I was not able to protect Alec, if not for the Fourth elder that stepped in we might have died in the capital, now the same thing happened again"
" if I was just a little bit much stronger, I might have been able to help him keep them in bay and maybe something like this would never have happened"
Draco said in between tears as he slammed his fist into the ground
" what happened is not your fault either, no one can ever think of
