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Vestra by
either side. “First off, this is a world where there’s nothing at
all but precision … and discipline.”
     
    They were walking down a corridor in the
third storey. By the wall on the right, large windows hung, through
which the forest outside could be viewed. Ion gazed out them as the
three of them walked down the corridor.
     
    “Our schedule starts at four in the morning.”
went on Qyro, glancing back at Ion. “We wake up, get freshened and
begin our training in less than half an hour.”
     
    “Basically,” said Vestra. “we’re just going
through an extension of the training we’re pretty sure you been
through.”
     
    They were right. Ion remembered the days he
had spent with Jedius. They had not been very different at all.
Disciple had been rigged into his ways the very same way it was
here. And the steel of those days, which Jedius trained him with,
was what helped him cope with everything he had been through, his
dark past, and to help move past it.
     
    Qyro stopped for a moment and looked out one
of the windows. He turned to Ion, gesturing to the vast clearing
outside. “That’s where we usually go for combat practice. It goes
on for hours together.” He stepped closer to the window, trying to
get a glimpse of something by the side. “And there’s a lake by the
front … we can’t see it from here.”
     
    “Yeah, I know.” said Ion. “We crossed it on
our way to the temple.”
     
    “Well, that’s where we meditate.” said
Vestra.
     
    “Who trains you?” asked Ion. “Mantra?”
     
    “We have more than one master.” replied
Vestra. “And yeah, Mantra’s one of them.”
     
    Ion looked at her in surprise. “That’s odd. I
can’t imagine being trained by more than one master at once.”
     
    Qyro stopped trying to glimpse the lake and
turned.
     
    “I thought so too, when I first came here.”
He nodded. “But there’s the difference, see. The way stray mystics
are raised, and the way mystics are raised here in the
brotherhood.”
     
    “What’s the difference there?” asked Ion.
     
    “In the world of the stray mystic, the
training of a young person isn’t given much importance.” Qyro
explained. “At least not as much as it deserves. To a mystic
outside of the Nyon, finding just one other mystic is usually more
than enough. One mentor is more than they can afford, in the
threatened state of life they lead. And the attention given to the
student would be compromised because of that fact.” Qyro glanced
out the window again. “But here, we have all the attention to give
to a student. Cause that’s the greatest priority the brotherhood
has of now. We’re hard finding students, and if we do, we need to
train them in our ways, and well.”
     
    “And that isn’t hard doing for us,” said
Vestra, who had her arms folded before her. “because that’s the
most we can do for now.”
     
    “And so,” continued Qyro. “The Nyon are keen
on devoting their focus to a student that they get. And to add to
that, they have a practically overwhelming student teacher
ratio.”
     
    “We’ve got only masters, and almost no
students.” said Vestra. “And so, the masters devote all they can to
the students they get. We have different masters for different
aspects of our training.” She gave a moment’s thought. “For
instance, Mantra teaches us the most important of them all:
meditation. Galinor takes us for combat.”
     
    Ion looked down the wilderness coming at the
far end of the green expanse out the window. The sun was still hung
high on the sky. It lay obscured behind a large puffy cloud, so
that only a meek portion of its dazzling orange was visible.
     
    Ion drew his eyes back inside the hall and
looked at the other two. “You guys really are an achievement.”
     
    “What?”
     
    “The fact that Nyon survived for eight
thousand years, through all these tough times…” He shook his head.
“It’s nothing short of an achievement.”
     
    Qyro gave