The Rising Sun: Episode 3 Page 6
He stood in front of Vonayz and the other kids around his age. His world teetered at the brink of madness. There was nothing left for him. He felt his veins pulsate with anger and hatred like nothing his entire life … and the feeling of gaining revenge, which he had experienced earlier as he strangled Rox … it was sooo sweet. It was the only solace to his pain. It was the only antidote. It was all that was left for him. Revenge against the world which had done this to him.
“Ok.” he whispered, as Vonayz stood before him, his arm stretched out in a gesture of friendship. “I’ve come back … to say, I wanna join you.”
A smile slit the boy’s face, as Ion shook his hand.
“You’re a mystic … but fully, yet.” said Vonayz, his eyes running up and down him.
“What do you mean?” asked Ion.
“The first thing you need … is a sword.” replied Vonayz. “A mystic sword, made of Kostron. We’ll get one … and then we’ll train you.” His smile lengthened. “We’ll show you to tap into these powers, and use them … and to make life hell for others’ using them.”
“And get well paid for It.” added another kid behind Vonayz, one of the other bounty hunter kids. “We get to hunt down, torture and kill normal people. People who hate us. And get paid for it.” His sneer spread longer upon his young, radiant face. “Is that a smashing deal or what?”
“Don’t you think nobody in the spectrum likes you, Ion.” said another of the kids. “There’re loads of people out there who just love us. Mafias. Crime lords. Terrorists. People who need us and our powers to do their dirty work. Oh believe me … they can’t get enough of us.”
“This,” said Vonayz, smiling nastily. “is where you truly belong, Ion. join us … and you know you won’t regret being born a mystic.”
And so, Ion joined them. Vonayz was a year or two older than him, but he had been well trained. For some reason, he never delved into where or how he had been so well trained, or where he had received his great mystic powers from, but Ion didn’t need to know. As long as he learned them, too. Vonayz coached Ion, trained him in the disciplines of the mind and the art of thoughts, and how the powers within them had long slumbered … and Ion unleashed all the power churning within him. Including the anger. The hatred. The bitterness. The dark recesses of his soul, gathered over the past few years came gushing to the surface, and acting like a propellant for his mind’s abilities … Ion’s powers grew exponentially, fuelled by the raw force of his anger and hatred…
His anger drove his mind to a great sharpness. Made him far stronger. And before they knew it, Ion was just as strong a mystic as Vonayz himself was. The two of them enjoyed sparring and duelling with each other in playful means, to keep their skills sharp. They had grown to become a sort of role model figure duo for the others of the team. And most of all, they had become the thickest of friends. Ion could never forget the boy who had saved him from that hell. And his friendship with Vonayz grew into a powerful bond over the years…
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The present