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smile
brushed his lips. “And as if in answer to that, they found me …
Mantra and a few others of the elder council. I remember it like it
was yesterday. They told me that this was the most dangerous life
there was, far more dangerous than my present life. They said that
the life of the Nyon was the one that usually turned out to be
shorter than a stray mystic’s … but when I thought about it, I
realised living a shorter life that was more fulfilled was far
better than living a longer life spend hiding and running in
complete cowardice.”
     
    The tone of power and courage he spoke in
drew Ion’s thoughts to another person he could relate such a tone
to.
     
    “What about Vestra?” he asked.
     
    “Vestra was already a member by the time I’d
joined.” replied Qyro. “She was the only student they had, at that
time. Usually the Nyon approach mystics that they deem would as
good members, and ask them to join their brotherhood. But here, it
was the other way around. Vestra approached the brotherhood, asking
to join them. Right from the start, our elders praised her courage
and strength … She came with her own share of suffering.”
     
    He stopped reclining and sat upfront on his
seat.
     
    “My point in the end,” he said, turning and
looking Ion full in the face. “Is that you’re not as alone as you
might think. We’ve all given up much to get here. To where we are
now.”
     
    “And the fun’s just started.” said Ion
ironically.
     
    What they’d just been talking about seemed
to leave Qyro in thought for a few moments. He then looked at Ion
with a slightly confused expression.
     
    “You said that Vestra met you two years
back. And that when she returned to the Nyon, they kept an eye on
you cause they thought you might be a good candidate to join them.
So … she was the one who told them that? She told them you
might be a good person for the Nyon to recruit?”
     
    Ion slowly turned back, frowning. This
hadn’t occurred to him earlier. Just an hour back had he learned
why the Nyon had been tailgating him for so long now. But at that
point, in the heat of the situation, it had slipped his
attention.
     
    Vestra … She was the reason the Nyon had
found interest in him.
     
    Qyro hesitated. “Don’t get me wrong: you’re
all right now, and we’re happy to have you by our side. But back
then, you were an assassin…” He lifted an eyebrow. “And she was
actually suggesting to the masters, that an assassin be given the
chance to join the brotherhood of Nyon?”
     
    Ion stared at the seat ahead, slightly
perplexed. Now that he was given time to think of it, what he just
realised was not only bizarre but also slightly humourous.
     
    But beneath the humour, the question still
lingered…
     
    Two years back, Vestra had gotten the
masters interested in him … when he had been a dangerous
assassin…
     
    Why?
     
    __________
     
     
    Millions of miles away, a young woman with
light brown skin lay seated in another cruiser, watching the stars
outside the window by her right as they glided past them.
     
    Vestra was thrown by the bizarreness of the
past few hours. The suddenness of everything that had happened was
overwhelming. Everything from where Qyro and her had started on the
mission to now felt like a disorientingly slow flash of
lightning.
     
    But it was what happened at the very end of
it all, to have the two of them saved, that really startled
her.
     
    Vestra smiled as she recalled it. The boy
I met two years back…

    The stars spread over the vast, black
expanse were a beauty to behold above all else, and a tune of
melody could be heard silently playing through them.
     
    At first, Vestra hadn’t recognised him. But
later on, when he had reminded her of their meeting two years back
… of that red haired boy she had saved from the Zelgron, it then
hit her with a jolt.
     
    Ion … The name held a firm place in her
memory, as did every other aspect of their meeting. She