The Rising Sun: Episode 3 Read Online Free

world apart …
and Ion unleashed all of his madness. All of his pain. He had
killed Rox with his bare hands … And the moment was one he would
never forget, ever. For the first time in his life, he felt a
savage, untamed joy like no other. It seemed to ignite his world
his world. Revenge.
     
    “ Join us,” Vonayz told Ion after the
incident. “You know this is where you belong. You can feel
it.”
     
    Ion felt a growing tug of madness pull at
him. A tug of fury and revenge … But suddenly, two faces flashed
before him, obliterating the hatred and anger instantly…
     
    Marion and Selia would not have wanted
this…
     
    But when he remembered his two foster
parents, his insides twisted painfully … for another question
arose: what had become of them, after all these years?
     
    He wished he hadn’t found the answer…
     

    He stood in front of their graves in the
village, feeling a storm of rage like no other. They had died of
grief, the other villagers had claimed. Eol’s gravestone was
perched beside his parents. An empty gravestone. Eol had died as
well in the Naxim station they had taken him to … but his mutilated
body hadn’t even been recovered!
     
    When Ion had heard that, he had felt as
though an invisible fist and clenched upon his insides…
     
    And it was all his fault. It was all Ion’s
fault that they were gone. The three of them were gone.
Forever.
     
    It was all over … all over.
     
    With his world brought to ashes, he sank to
his knees before their graves. Anguish and sorrow crashed over
him.
     
    But then, something arose from within him.
Something mightier than even the sorrow. And it erupted with the
force of a thousand volcanic explosions compressed as one …
     
    Rage.
     
    Rage against fate for what it had done to
him, to Eol, and his family. Rage against this world. Against the
people, and against everything.
     
    It consumed his being.
     
    And it was then that everything, all the
values and principles and ideals which his foster parents had bred
and brought him up with died … and joined his foster parents.
     
    And Ion made up his mind, as to how he would
now proceed with this lunatic meandering called life.
     
     
    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