The Rising Sun: Episode 3 Page 8

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 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…

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