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FYI: My favorite Fan fiction is  : Mine Forever by Fate.

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Authors Note : This is not a perfect story, and I invite any constructive critisizm. This may be different from other stories on this site, but I hope you enjoy it.

Prologue: Where?

To hear Silence

By Ankita

Nothing left.

A cloud of darkness was upon us. No other choice.

None more. 

“Follow Xizor in now!”, the words almost inaudible to my weakened senses.

I shook with the pain, the fear of what was happening to me.   I gazed into the darkness thinking.

What would have Nikolai done? If he was here, he probably would’ve taken charge. He would’ve gotten everyone out. If Nikolai was here…

“I do suggest you follow the given instructions”, the same menacing voice spoke, “You do want to get away safely , do you not?”.

How can he ever talk about safety. After all he’s done, to me, to Nikolai and to so many other people. How can he!

A scream ripped through my tightly clenched teeth, resisting my request, to not giving away my anguish. I’ve never been one to overly obsess over pride, let alone now, but could I stand to give the man who had taken everything away, the satisfaction of seeing my weakness?  

I began to hyperventilate, my teeth chattering, my eyes blinking erratically, my body losing control.

“Now now, calm yourself Nisha. You wouldn’t want Nikolai to see you this way, would you?”, the voice said mockingly.

Nikolai, oh Nikolai. Where are you? Help me be strong, please.

My body continued to rattle like crazy, unconsciously reacting to the mention of Nikolai’s name.

“Sir, she’s not in her right mind. We may have to use anesthesia”, a frightened voice spoke nervously.

 Change in point of voice:

I could feel the fear in the soldiers voice. Ahh, fear.  Always a useful tool, but now isn’t the time. Sometimes, even being Vladimier Czvier is a tiring job.         

“Very well, give her a shot, and let us go”, I spoke.        

I reached out to the soldiers mind. It recoiled from my very presence, but somehow, somehow I managed to dispel his fear, at least for the time being.

“Very good sir!”, the soldier replied, somewhat calmer.

Change in point of view : 

As I heard Vla–, him, give orders to knock me out, I shook in a frightened fervor. What now? I’ve never been a perfect person..but honestly, what have I done to deserve this?

“Excuse me ma’am, this may hurt but it shall take but a second. We’ll arrive at our destination soon enough, and you’ll  be revived”, the soldier said tentatively.

“I’ll see you later…”, and with that He, he walked away, too far for my diluted sight to see.

They are taking me away! Away, to some god knows where place! Away from Nikolai. Away…..

“Don’t do this! Pleas—“, I try to cry out, but my eyes are already closing.

Silence ensures.

Is this, what he would’ve wanted?

By Ankita, Chapter 1 of To Hear Silence

Light is there.

Light, in this strange alternate reality?  I find that a strange concept.

I try to pry open my eyes, scarcely believing that I’m still alive. Somehow, He, didn’t kill me. I wonder why? Considering that murder, treason, betrayal, and being a total jack*** are among his finest, and best tuned talents, this revelation is quite surprising. Somehow, my eyes aren’t responding. I settle back, trying to remember what had just happened. I search through my memories, looking for some clue or vision, to assist me. A memory just keeps returning

Strangely enough, I see myself. I see Nikolai, Xantos, Avantika, Navin and Vladimr. All of us, all going for sightseeing, to Victoria Falls.  Thoughts come by. I struggle to push them away, finally giving in.  

Finally giving in.

Odd, how happy  we were, often with no care in the world. I could see all of us, going to the Vajra International school on the first “neutral” ground. Ahh, what a misnomer that was. I remember the sight of our parents, all in the embassy, their bodies charred by the fire that mysteriously struck at a most convenient time.

I see us all, swimming or boarding in the VIS’s gigantic oceanic pool. Life seemed everlasting then. I remember when Vladmir was not the monster he is now, and when he was the caring older brother. I remember the look on his face when he saw Navin’s body. I remember the anguish in his voice as he screamed.  

            Ahh, Vladmir.  He never was entirely the same after. He saw nothing but revenge, his eyes locked on the prize, determined to catch the prize. I remember when he realized that the true targets had been us, and not Navin. I remember when his eyes had finally clouded over, and let go to his rage and anguish. I remember his last words to me, the ones before he left us all, despite our pleading. “Farewell dearest friends, but remember this, all is not what it seems to be.”

            Vladmir had given in to his hatred, to his anger, to his anguish. He had made himself a target, to Dmitri, to everyone. I could not do the same. I knew that somewhere, somewhere, there was something perhaps that knew the truth. I had to hope that was the truth. I had to.

Change in point of view : (Vladmir)

I stare into the darkness, feeling the presence of everyone in the caravan.  I see the forms of settlements ahead of us. I recall the times when, once cities were signs of adventure, and pleasure. I remember when Nav–, my brother, and I, along with my friends, went to frolick, and enjoy our time. I remember when we all rushed to chat in the boundaries of VI…..   NO! Stop. My subconsiousness naturally begins to reject all thoughts such as these. I’ve made an ally of pain, through all of these years, but even I, have a limit.

“Sir?” , a voice calls out to me. “The girl, Nish-…”, he stops as he sees the cold look I have on my face. He immediately recoils, freezing.

“Kindly, if you wish to live, you will refrain from mentioning that name ever again”, I say, my voice laced with ice.

“I’m sorry sir, I did—….”he says, as he attempts to respond.

Ugh, pathetic. Honestly, do I always have to do everything myself? I glean from his mind, a jumbled mixture of, N—-, her, opening her eyes.

I cut him off, “Is the prisoner coherent?”

The soldier shivers, as he realizes what I have just done. “Yes, she is, as far as I can tell”, he says quickly, trying to reassert himself.

“Very well, I’ll go see her immediately”, I reply.

“Immediately? The prisoner is obviously ill and——–“, he breaks off as he realizes to whom he is talking to.

I sense pity, and an odd sense of chivalry to her, yet for myself, I see only clouds of fear. I briefly wonder, have I made the right choice? Would I have become someone desired, instead of hated and feared? I shake off these thoughts. Narheim was correct in his teachings, “The only way to rule is fear”, unpleasant though it may be, it’s efficient. Besides, would not Navin want me to avenge him? 

“Sir?”, the soldier says nervously, thankfully breaking my train of thought.

“As, I had said before, I’ll go see the prisoner immediately”, I reply, “You are dismissed”.

As the soldier walks away, I can not help but feel his relief and wonder that I didn’t hurt him in any way. I feel another pang of regret, one that shakes me down to my very core.

Once more, I leave these thoughts, and reassure myself, This is what Navin would’ve wanted.

Wouldn’t he?