The Boy With the Silver Eyes ~A NaNoWriMo Entry~

When a new boy named Peter Menard comes to their high school, Best friends Sarah Wagner and Alex Haisgen know there's something different about him. When the truth is revealed, a whirlwind of lies, jealousy, and hatred stirs. An old rivalry begins again, and Sarah is right in the middle of it. Sarah must travel to a world were magic, monsters, sprites, and fairies roam. Will she succeed, or will her life end as she knows it?
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11. Chapter 10

November 8th-9th, 2015

Peter’s POV:

I emerged from my hiding place as Alluri, the pixie, came back. “So, did you find out anything?” I asked. She shook her head. “I’m sorry Peter. I heard music…Alex’s music…you know how pixies are with that sort of thing!” she squeaked. I growled with frustration and lifted my hand to swat her away, but she quickly fled, her wings beating rapidly. “Don’t ask a pixie to do a sprite’s job,” I grumbled. 

I lifted the hood of my black cloak so that it covered my face. I fingered the knife handle sticking out of my belt, relishing the moment when I would get to use it. My cloak rippled around me as I walked towards the castle gates. The guards were slumped over and snoring. I smirked. This was much too easy! I poked one in the face and giggled when he simply muttered in his sleep and ‘swatted’ my hand away.

“Oh, what fun! Now, to find Sarah,” I whispered, entering the castle. You would’ve thought that there would be better security, especially after the war, but nope! They were idiots! I approached a marble spiral staircase and pulled a small map out of the folds of my cloak. “If what my master told me is true, Sarah’s room should be right at the top of this staircase,” I muttered. I scampered up the stairs; my bare feet hitting the cold, marble steps without a single sound.

A golden door stood at the top of the staircase. These letters were engraved into it; “S. W.” I murmured, tracing them with my fingers. I pressed my ear against the door, listening for any sound. I heard nothing, so I opened the door. I cringed when it opened with a loud creak, but Sarah stayed asleep. I took out the knife and walked towards her slowly, ready to strike.

When I saw her, I froze. Her soft, brown hair was splayed out around her, framing her pale face. Her cheeks were flushed ever so slightly, and her long lashes caressed her cheeks. Her lips were red and full. She was…beautiful. I’d never really paid attention to what she looked like until now. I heard the knife clatter to the floor as my arms fell limp by my sides. I knelt down and brushed a strand of hair away from her face.

“I can’t kill you,” I murmured, “but at the same time I do want to.” I picked the knife back up, trying to remember what my father had said. Emotions are for the weak. Emotions are for the cowards, I thought. I held the knife above her heart and was about to bring it down when I heard people shouting. “He’s in here! Let’s get him!” Alex’s voice said. I clenched my fists.

That inferior little sprite was going to get in the way of my plans! I glanced back at Sarah and twisted my hand, tickling her cheek with a soft winter breeze. “I’ll be back, my love. Then, I will kill you!” I cackled softly, jumping out of her bedroom window.


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