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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12. Chapter 11

November 10th-11th

Sarah’s POV:

I yawned and stretched, feeling refreshed for the first time in a long time. I turned to shut of my alarm clock, and realized it wasn’t there. The light filtering through my balcony window was a strange pinkish color, bathing everything in a soft, rose colored light. I sighed, the memories of what had happened last night flooding back to me. I saw a simple but beautiful dress sitting on a chair for me to wear. It was a carnation shade of pink with short sleeves, a high cut, and a white belt with a bow attached to the waist. I quickly put it on and slipped on the gray shoes that went with it.

I went into the small bathroom. Everything thing in it was either gold or pink. “Geesh, are those the royal colors or something?” I muttered. I mean, even the glass in the mirror was pink and the toilet, sink, and shower were made of gold! I picked up my golden toothbrush and applied the pink toothpaste. After I finished brushing my teeth, I reached for a brush. I noticed that it had lettering. It said, “Straight Hair.” The Other brush said, “Curls.” I decided to use the one that said curls. To my shock and wonder, my hair became curled the more I brushed it.

After that, I discovered make up that applied itself and that the mirror predicted what your reflection would be at any given time. I felt very clean and refreshed as I exited that bathroom…maybe a little too clean. A loud knock sounded on the door and Erica came in with a breakfast tray. “Your breakfast, Princess,” she said. “Oh…you don’t have to bow and all that. Please, just call me Sarah,” I said, smiling kindly. Erica seemed appalled at the idea of calling me by my real name, but she smiled anyway.

“Your wish is my command. After you are finished with your breakfast, his Majesty would like to see you in the throne room,” Erica said, bowing slightly and then catching herself. “Alright, thank you, Erica.” When she left, I inspected the food tray. It was heavily loaded with scrambled eggs, toast, bacon, a glass of milk, and home-fries. I picked up the silver fork lying beside the tray and took a bite of the scrambled eggs. They tasted just like the ones my mom…well, my old mom, anyway, used to make. I sniffed slightly and continued to eat my breakfast.

When I had finished, the tray vanished before me and I nearly fell out of my chair! Remembering that magic existed in this world, I quietly scolded myself and smoothed out my dress, heading down stairs. The servants were hustling about, cleaning the floors, dusting vases and small tables, and even scrubbing chandeliers! I made my way to the throne room, where my parents were sitting in their thrones.

“Sarah! You look absolutely radiant this morning!” mom said. “Thank you. There’s actually something I have to ask you. What’s up with all of the pink and gold?” I said, smiling. Mom laughed. “Those are the colors of our morning and evening suns,” she replied. “Oh, okay,” I said, still not quite understanding. Dad leaned forward.

 “There are some things we need to tell you, Sarah.” I swallowed. “O…okay,” I stuttered, feeling an intense wave of fear. Dad explained the reason why he had left me in the human world. I was prophesied that I would defeat a being called The Shadow. In retaliation, he, or it, vowed to kill me. Dad was about to say who was sent to kill me when he hesitated, as if unsure if he should continue. “Dad, it’s okay. I can handle it if it’s someone I know or something,” I said, praying feverishly that it wouldn’t anyone that I was close to.

“It’s…Peter.” I felt as if my entire world had collapsed. Peter?! Of all the people that could’ve been sent to kill me, the guy I was in love with was the one?! I collapsed to the ground, my shoulders shaking with sobs. “I…it can’t be him! I…I don’t believe you! Y…you’re lying!” I sobbed. Mom stepped off of her throne and approached me, kneeling in front of me. “Sarah, don’t cry, love. We’re here for you,” she murmured, placing a loving hand on my shoulder. I wrenched away from her and stood up shakily, tears streaming down my face.

“I hate you! I hate both of you,” I said, running back up to my room, screaming like a banshee. I slammed the door shut and threw myself onto my bed, sobbing. They were all lying! They had to be! “Oh dear, looks like someone’s down on their luck!” a voice said. I whipped around to see none other than Peter sitting on the rail of my balcony. “Peter! Oh my gosh, I’ve missed you!” I cried, running into his arms. He stroked my hair and cuddled me a little. “I have too,” he said, grinning. “R…really?” I whispered. He nodded. “I want to take you away, somewhere where no one can find us. Not your parents, not Alex, not anybody. It’ll be just you and me,” he said softly.

“W…why?” I whispered, gazing into his soft blue eyes. He bent down towards my ear and I shivered as his ice cold breath brushed the back of my neck. “I love you, and your so called friend, Alex, lied to your parents about me. He’s jealous. The only way we can be together is if we go far away from this place,” he whispered. “Where would we go?” I said, resting my head on his shoulder.

“A place called the Neferlinds. No one would search there,” he said. I looked up into his eyes, and I knew I could trust him. “Alright, let’s go,” I said. Peter stood up on the balcony railing and held his hand out to me. I hesitated, taking a step back. “Don’t worry; I won’t let you fall,” he said. I took a deep breath and grabbed his hand, climbing up onto the rail, my legs wobbled as I looked down at the ground down below, beginning to feel nauseous.   

“Hold on tight,” Peter said, placing my hands on his waist. I held on tighter. Peter spread out his arms and jumped off of the railing. My heart leapt into my throat as we plummeted towards the ground. I screamed and Peter just grinned in an almost maniacal way. Just as we were about to hit the ground, we arched down and flew through the air. Higher and higher we climbed, the air becoming frigid and frost slowly began to form on my dress. “W…where are w…we g…g…going?” I stammered, my teeth chattering. Peter turned his head towards me, his eyes twinkling.

“W…well, ok…kay,” I chattered. I tightened my grip as we descended again. We touched down into a grove of trees. It looked like the scene in The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe, where Lucy first enters Narnia. A thick layer of snow covered the ground, almost up to my knees. The branches of trees hung down low, burdened heavily with thick, powdery snow. Fluffy snowflakes floated down from the cold, gray sky.

“This place is beautiful! Where are we?” I said, observing my surroundings eagerly. “The part of the Fe world where winter Fe reside,” he replied, walking through the snow with ease. I followed him, tripping and nearly falling face first into the snow. I shivered, rubbing my bear arms. “Oh, you’re cold. Here,” Peter said, removing his sweatshirt and giving into to me. I out it on gratefully and tried not to stare at him, since the t-shirt he had been wearing stretched over his muscular frame. He saw me staring and smirked.

“Like what you see?” he teased, flexing. I giggled and we kept walking. We eventually approached a huge willow tree, towering up so high I couldn’t even see the top of it. A large door was in the middle of the huge trunk. Peter opened the door for me, leading me inside. A woman was stooping over a fire, stirring a pot of what looked like stew. Her snow-white hair hung in front of her face, so I couldn’t see her features.

“Alexandria, máme návštevníka! Prines dalsi tanier!” Peter said. “Áno, Peto!” the girl replied, smiling warmly at me. She set another place on the table besides the three that were already there. I stared at Peter blankly. “Um…what was that?” I asked. He looked at me sheepishly. “Ah, right, you probably didn’t know yet. Uh, each type of sprite represents a different European country. Winter sprites represent Slovakia. I told Alexandria, ‘We have a visitor! Make another plate!’ and she replied with, ‘Yes, Peter’.” I felt my mouth drop open. “Really? That’s so cool!” I said. Peter nodded, grinning.

“Alexandria and I are the only ones in our family to learn English fluently. Come, let’s eat.” Alexandria called that dinner was ready (In Slovak. Peter had to translate for me) and a young girl, about three years younger than Peter, came bounding down the steps. She gave Peter a huge hug and talked to him so fast that I couldn’t understand a word she said. Probably wouldn’t have been able to, anyways. Peter laughed at something she said and then introduced me to her, saying that her name was Dorota, or Dorothy in English. We all sat down at the table.

“Are your parents coming?” I asked. The room fell silent. “No. It’s just us,” Peter said quietly. My heart dropped as I saw the forlorn look in his eyes. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. Peter gave me a strained smile. “I...it’s fine. Alexandria, what are we having?” he said weakly, trying to smile at his sister. She grinned. “*Bravčové mäso a kapustu s chlebom,” she said, setting pates on the table. What I had thought was stew turned out to be pork and sauerkraut. On the side, we also had a sort of bread, almost like a steamed dumpling. I soaked the bread in the juice from the sauerkraut and was surprised at how delicious it was! Every time I finished what was on my plate, Alexandria would pile on more. And more. And more! I soon felt so full that I thought I would burst! Peter was stifling laughter as I moaned, clutching my stomach.

“Want to turn in for the night? We need to get an early start tomorrow,” he said, helping Dorota pick up the plates. I nodded, suddenly realizing how exhausted I was. “Were we really here that long? It seemed like it was morning only a few hours ago,” I said, raising an eyebrow suspiciously. Peter shrugged. “Time differences,” he stated simply. After cleaning up from dinner, Peter showed me a small part of the house that was a guest bedroom. He left the room so that I could change into the night gown he gave me. I climbed under the heavy comforters, the soft mattress relaxing my tired body. My eyes began to close, and I was soon fast asleep.

Peter’s POV:

“Oh Sarah. Sweet, naive Sarah,” I said, leaning against the doorframe and staring at her sleeping form. My hand twitched towards my knife, but I stopped myself. Alexandria and Dorota could not witness Sarah’s death. I would have to kill them, too, and I didn’t want that. I walked up to her and caressed her cheek. “I’m in love with you, Sarah, but that just makes me want to kill you more. I know it won’t make sense to you, but it does to me,” I whispered softly, bending down towards her face. I kissed her soft lips briefly, relishing every moment of it. I yearned to slice her thin throat, to stab her pure heart. But not yet. It was not time. I stood back up and left the room, closing the door softly behind me

*Alexandria, máme návštevníka! Prines dalsi tanier = Alexandria, we have a guest! Make another plate!

*áno, Peto! = Yes, Peter!

*Bravčové mäso a kapustu s chlebom = Pork and sauerkraut with bread.

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