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remembered
how he had poured out his story to her. The story of how his
earlier life had been shattered … torn apart by the brutal side of
this world.
     
    Any other person from an order of
peacekeepers would have acted very differently, in her place two
years back. In learning that a person was a dangerous assassin, one
might have even considered taking the extreme step, and killing him. But Vestra had acted differently. Instead of
seeing death and decay in Ion’s orange eyes, as he poured himself
out to her … she saw light. She saw hope. She saw that sometimes,
the twists of fate could make a good person forget who he really
was. Forget that he was good … and as she sat before Ion that day,
listening to him and consoling him, she had the meekest feeling
that she was meeting such a good person. A mistaken good person.
And her heart reached out for him … she felt sympathy like nothing
else. For she believed that the strings of fate had placed a person
destined for good, under the shroud of evil…
     
    And she had decided to help him to come out
of whatever he was going through, and see the light again. And to
find the goodness in him again. She knew that Ion would take the
chance she gave him, to return to the shoes of the noble hearted
boy that his parents had believed him to be. And so, with that leap
of faith, and desiring to help him change, she had told Mantra and
the council to keep their trace on Ion, a stray mystic whom she
claimed would greatly benefit their side when the time came. And
they had believed her.
     
    And today, two years later … Vestra saw that
she had been right. She had been right about that day, when she had
decided to place her faith in Ion … and believe that he would
return to the side of good again.
     
    Today, she saw that her faith in him had
paid of. She saw that with the force of forgiveness and love, she
truly could help change a person’s destiny.

    She was inwardly thankful that she had…

 
     
4
     
     
     
     
    The poshly carved room boded not a whisker
of beauty all of a sudden. Everything in it seemed dry, lifeless …
shocking.
     
    “It doesn’t make sense.” said Evander,
frowning.
     
    The men and he were standing inside of the
lavish apartment that was Naxim officer Derigor’s home. Evander was
standing with two other members of the high council on either side
of him. A small group of Rash-cons belonging to the Naxim, and a
group of men from the local authorities were moving about the flat,
all of them engrossed in the investigation of the sudden vanishing
of Derigor. Every face in the room mirrored the same confusion.
     
    When he had tried contacting Derigor on his
z-com, he hadn’t answered. Repeatedly not answered.
     
    Sensing that something was not right,
Evander had arrived at Derigor’s flat a few minutes ago, wanting to
check what this was which was keeping him so busy over the past
hour or so. But when he had arrived here, the flat was empty. But
Derigor’s hover car was here. It was almost as though Derigor
arrived in his apartment in his hover car, walked into his house,
and then disappeared into thin air! There was not a trace of where
he had gone, where he now was. His suspicions now realised, Evander
concluded that something was definitely not right … and the
authorities were now here to find out what that was.
     
    Two of the police officers sidled up beside
Evander.
     
    “Sir, we think there’s one possibility.” one
of them announced.
     
    “But it isn’t very pleasant.” said the
other.
     
    “What?” asked Evander.
     
    “He’s been kidnapped.”
     
    Evander twisted around to look at one of the
men standing beside him, and then at the other. Both of the other
high council members showed little reaction at this. Almost as if
they’d been expecting this.
     
    “Isn’t there anyway we can find out what
happened here?” asked Evander, feeling a new urgency weigh upon his
voice. “To know for sure?”
     
    “Wait a