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.


19. Chapter 18

November 16th, 2015

Peter’s POV:

I chanced a glance behind m and cursed. I saw the figures of our pursuers drawing fast, and I knew that if we didn’t quicken our leisurely pace, they would soon catch up to us, and all would be lost! I grabbed Sarah’s hand and our fingers entwined. “We need to pick up the pace,” I whispered in her ear. She nodded and we broke into a steady run. My legs and arms felt weak in the immense heat, and my white hair was plastered onto my forehead. Zlo kept muttering and grumbling under his breath, telling me I’d gone soft and that Sarah’s death needed to happen. I gritted my teeth and kept going, ignoring his tempting words.

You’re going to let her suffer at the hand of our master? I thought you loved her, Zlo chuckled. SHUT UP! I screamed at him, clenching my fists. Sarah winced slightly as my nails dug into her palm. “Sorry,” I said, letting go of her hand. She gave me a strained smile and we kept going. I knew Zlo had a point. My master wouldn’t kill Sarah first. He would torture her. Maybe he wouldn’t even kill her and would keep her as his play-thing like he had done with so many others. But I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.

“Peter, what’s that?” Sarah asked, pointing at something in the distance. I squinted at what she was looking at and my eyes widened. It was a forest of thorns, sharp and gleaming in the sunlight. I saw several Earth sprites, their clothes bristling with thorns and covered with grass and dirt. “Isn’t it beautiful?” she breathed, putting her hands over her heart. I raised an eyebrow at her. “Yeah, to a weirdo. Come on, let’s keep going,” I said, grabbing her hand. She wrenched out of my grip, her eyes wild. “Let me go! I need to go there!” she screamed, running forward. I tackled her to the ground and we both collapsed. The moment I made contact with her, I saw what she was seeing.

It was a beautiful, lush meadow overflowing with wildflowers and butterflies. An older couple and two boys about her age were laughing and having a picnic. I recognized the older boy as being Alex. The other boy must be her brother, and the couple her parents in the other world. They waved at her, offering her food and drink, telling her to come join them. I was mesmerized. It was so beautiful, even I wanted to join in.

“Let go of me!” Sarah growled, breaking me from my trance. I knew that I had to get her away from this place if I was going to save her. I covered her eyes with my hand and she recovered slightly, ceasing to struggle. “Where are we Peter? Why are you covering my eyes? Are we playing a game?” she giggled, the magic of the forest of thorns slowly turning her brain to putty. I weaved my way through the thorns, ignoring the haunting calls of the Earth Sprites, their coffee brown eyes burning into me. They hissed, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth.

“Give us the girl. Give us the girl, and we will kill her for you, Zlo,” one hissed. My eyes widened. “How do you know about Zlo?” I asked, hesitating No! Don’t listen to them, Peter! The Earth Fe are a corrupt and merciless race! Ignore them! Run! Zlo said, beginning to panic. Why should I listen to you? Why would you care about Sarah? I hissed back, but I knew that he was right. I ran faster through the thorns. I let out an earsplitting cry of pain as a thorn pierced my side, digging deeply into my ribcage. I kept going and the thorn snapped off, remaining there.

“Peter, let go of me!” Sarah said, wrenching out of my grip. I gasped as a shock of pain washed over me. I gritted my teeth and I grabbed her again. She turned to bite my wrist, her eyes filled with an inhuman ferocity. “I thought you loved me! Don’t you want me to be happy?!” she screeched, tears rolling down her cheeks. I swallowed, fighting back tears of my own. I hated seeing Sarah like this…she shouldn’t be like this. “Peter. Come on, Peter! Come play with me!” a voice said in Slovak. I whirled around to see little Dorota playing in the midst of a blizzard.

“Peter, come on!” she giggled, beckoning me to come closer. I shook my head rapidly, still gripping Sarah tightly. “I know what you’re doing, earth scum! I’ve had enough with mind games!” I spat. Dorota smirked and transformed into a tall sprite clad in a brown set of amour, spikes and thorns jutting off of it. His black hair was greasy and just as spiky as his clothes. His two companions, who looked just like him, step forward smirking.

“Timmy, Mom, Dad? Where did you go?” Sarah whimpered softly, her dust-covered face streaked with tears. The first Fe stepped forward, placing a pale hand on Sarah’s cheek. “Get away from her!” the voice of Zlo snarled, and he made me lunge forward. How are you doing that?!  Why are you doing that?! I asked him, panicked. I don’t know! Search me! He hissed back.

“Naughty, naughty little sprites!” the other two Fe hissed in unison, one grabbing me and the other grabbing Sarah. The thorn in my side seemed to be drawn to them, for it burst out with a disgusting sucking sound and connected to his amour. My sliver blood dripped off of the tip. I gulped, felling a wave of nausea.

“You’re coming with us,” he hissed in my ear, laughing. Sarah looked at me and smirked, as if to say, ‘Come on, and let’s show these guys’ whose boss!’ I shook my head and she glared at me, but didn’t say anything. The Fe led us to their horses, which had been tethered at the edge of the field of thorns. I felt discouraged to see how close we had been to the end of it!

“Move it!” my guard hissed, shoving me forward. They took out rough cords from the satchels attached to their saddles and tied us to the loop on the back of the saddle. As they urged their horses to a steady trot, I looked behind me, grateful, at least, that Alex and his companions were far behind. We walked off into the sunset, not knowing where we were going or what would happen to us.       

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