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?
Cover created by Willow Angel.


18. Chapter 17

November 15th-16th, 2015

Zlo’s POV:

I held Sarah close to me, not caring that I was covered in monster slime, and rocked back and forth, my tears wetting her hair. I didn’t know why I was crying. I didn’t even know why I cared that she had died. I must be the part of me that is Peter. I, Zlo, am a merciless killing psychopath. Right? No, none of this happening to you is my doing, Peter said, his voice filled with grief. Suddenly, Sarah’s eyes snapped open and she gasped for breath. My eyes widened.

“Sarah! You’re…you’re alive!” I said, my voice trembling. I could hear Peter cheering in the back of my mind and I smiled. It was a real smile. Sarah’s eyes widened and she wrestled out of my grip. “St…stay away!” she screamed, horrified. “Sarah, calm down!” I said. She shook her head wildly, but then cried out in pain. She looked down and saw all of her injuries. “You did this to me, didn’t you?” she asked fearfully, wincing in pain. I shook my head and pointed at the serpent.

“That thing tried to eat you,” I growled angrily. But I wasn’t angry at Sarah; I was angry at the serpent. Her eyes widened as she realized I was telling the truth. “You saved me?” she asked softly. I nodded, looking down at my hands. “She smiled and gave me an awkward hug. “Thanks, Zlo. You are Zlo, at the moment, right?” she asked, looking at my eyes to make sure. I smiled slightly and nodded.

“Well, let’s keep going. We need to get to your master,” Sarah said selflessly, standing up. She screamed in pain and sat back down again. Okay, Peter, shoot, I thought. I closed my eyes as Peter took over again.


Peter’s POV:

I regained control and closed my eyes, not wanting accept the fact that Zlo had been nice to her! I was jealous, too. I should’ve been the one to save Sarah. Not Zlo! “Peter, you’re back!” Sarah said, grinning and hugging me tightly. “Not so tight, you’ll hurt yourself,” I said quietly, pulling away a little. She frowned. “Peter, what’s wrong?” she asked, placing her hand on my shoulder.

“Well, do…? I mean, are you and Zlo….do you like him? I don’t know,” I sighed, rubbing my temple. Sarah laughed. “Me and Zlo?! Oh my gosh, no!” she laughed, clutching her sides. I smiled widely at her, but I could tell Zlo didn’t like that one bit. That little witch…and after I saved her, too! Well I ought to… “Yeah, that is a crazy thought, isn’t it?” I chuckled, cutting Zlo off. Sarah laughed and nodded.

“Hey, what happened to your injuries? They’re gone!” I gasped in disbelief. Sarah shrugged. “I’m a Fe, remember, Peter?” she sighed. I shrugged and nodded, standing up. I held out a hand to her and she grabbed it, hoisting herself up. “We need to keep going,” she said, beginning to walk again. I felt weak, like I had at the border, but I knew Sarah was right. We couldn’t stop.

“Hey, we’ll make it. Stop worrying,” Sarah sighed. “How can I not? If I don’t get there in time…” my voice trailed off. Sarah bit her lip, which looked really cute. “I know you’re worried, but I am too. Do you know what it’s like to go willingly to you death?” she asked softly. I looked up at her and sighed. “No, I don’t,” I said quietly, averting my eyes from her gaze.


Alex’s POV:

We had reached the border between the land of the Earth Fe and the Winter Fe. There were no footprints in sight. They had been blown away long ago by the harsh winds rolling over the desert. “Well, this is bad,” Dimitri said. I looked down at him and nodded, sighing in defeat. “Come now, don’t give up hope! We’ll find them!” Vladimir said, but you could tell by his voice that he was trying to convince himself of that fact just as much as he was trying to convince us.

“Well, onward!” Bahadur said half-heartedly, walking through the white grains of sand. We were surrounded by the stuff as far as the eyes could see. I shed off my extra layer and tossed it aside, walking through the sand, my shoes sinking into it. I muttered under my breath and continued on. “They shouldn’t have gotten far! We should catch up to them before long!” Dimitri said, his red hair and beard flowing in the wind.

“Look, up ahead! It’s a serpent!” Vladimir shouted, drawing his bow and notching an arrow. I pulled out a knife, Dimitri held a sword, and Bahadur also had a bow and arrow. We approached the large beast with caution, trying to step as quietly as we could. It appeared to be sleeping in a large puddle of green goo.

“Wait a minute,” Bahadur muttered, stooping down low. “The beast is dead!” he concluded, replacing his arrow into his quiver. I sighed with relief and put my knife back into my shirt pocket. We gathered around the large beast, filled with disbelief and awe. “Whoever killed this creature must be very quick on his feet,” Vladimir muttered, whistling. “Peter,” I snarled, clenching my fists tightly.

“Alex, you can’t be sure…” “Oh, it was him. Trust me, I know,” I hissed, beginning to walk again. They all rolled their eyes at me and kept walking. I squinted as the blazing sun shone in my eyes, practically blinding me. Far, far away in the distance, I could see two dots quivering in the haze of heat, and I knew it was Peter and Sarah. My blood turned to fire (literally) as my wrath was kindled against Peter once again.

“Is that them?” Bahadur asked, pointing at the two figures. I nodded slowly. “Well, then what are we waiting for? Let’s go get them!” Dimitri said, a great deal of maliciousness in his voice. We all cheered and ran forward, weapons drawn. If any Earth Fe saw us, they probably thought we looked ridiculous! Chasing opponents hundreds of miles away, weapons drawn and emitting battle cries!

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Sweat poured down our faces as we trudged along, our weapons dangling uselessly in our limp arms. We had been running for at least four hours, and the two specks were only getting farther and farther away. We walked past cacti and several desert animals basking in the noonday sun. I longed to be like them and just lay around all day. But nobody’s got time for that!

“Are we there yet?” Dimitri whined, sounding like a little kid. “No,” Vladimir, Bahadur, and I said in unison. After waiting for another few minutes, he said, “How about now?” I whirled around and pressed the blade of my dagger against his neck. “I’ve had just about enough of your babbling! We’ll get there when we get there!” I growled, digging the tip of the knife into the tender flesh of his neck. He put his hands up, eyeing the dagger warily, and nodded.


“Good,” I sighed, returning my dagger to its proper place. I turned back to Vladimir and Bahadur to see them staring at me disapprovingly. “What? I got mad, okay? Leave me alone,” I grumbled, trying to walk past them. Bahadur grabbed me by the back of the shirt and lifted me off of the ground easily. He brought me close to his face, and I was surprised to find that his breath smelled like fresh mint and honey, an odd combination, but it was better than him having bad breathe.


“If you value the use of your tongue, listen very, very closely to what I’m about to say,” he growled. I nodded vigorously, eyeing the small pen knife attached to his belt. “We are all working as a team to find Sarah. We do not threaten each other; we do not get angry at each other, and most certainly do not point weapons at each other!” he growled, pulling the knife out of his belt and pointing it at me. “Dude, you just did all of those things!” I exclaimed, rolling my eyes. He dropped me, looking taken aback.


“Dood? What is a dood?” he asked. I got up and brushed the sand off of me, glowering at him. “Never mind. Come on, we need to keep going,” I sighed, beginning to walk once again. Bahadur rolled his eyes, a small smile on his face.          

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