A Lonely Night and the Neverending Search

He sat there against the shore, watching the cool water of the lake, his familiar and rather bulky club grasped in his soft but large hands, dug straight into the dirt of the earth.
Alexander Anderson sighed, his looming, tall, solemn form like an ivory lighthouse at point where the water met the land.
Suddenly, tears began to flow down his face, his sandy-blonde locks shaking as his body shivered in sadness.
This is the day. The anniversary. Of his crime...

Alex was taken aback by the sudden crowd to his woes, peering at them shyly despite his large frame.
"Umm...Hello...there...I'm fine, sorry to worry you...You know my name?"

Alex looked sad.
"Perhaps I remember, though it didn't help much, I have yet to locate my brother, though I am sure he knows exactly what I do and where I am. He was always quite clever."

Alex shrugged.
"I cannot fly. He always seemed to loom above me like that, literally and figuratively."
He sighed.
"One day, when he sees it fit, we shall meet and justice shall be dealt."

Alex smiled sadly.
"I know not, though I understand a bit. Such powers seperate you from a normal human being. But that is not all, simply said, I suppose those powers cost Judas Anderson his soul."