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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20. Chapter 19

November 17th, 2015

Zlo’s POV:

As the guards watching over Peter and Sarah fell asleep, I took possession of the body. I opened my eyes and stretched as best as I could with my hands tied behind my back. The desert had gone extremely cold. Sarah was curled up in a ball, shivering furiously in her sleep.

I stood up shakily and tried to reach the knife in my pocket. Just when I got my fingers on my hilt, someone came up behind me and kicked me in the back, making me fall to the ground. “Stay down if you know what’s good for you, Winter scum,” He snarled, digging his heel into the small of my back. I smirked and whipped out my knife, slicing through my bonds. I got into a fighting stance, knife at the ready.

“You want to dance, pretty boy? Alright, let’s dance!” he snarled, pulling out a double-edged blade. He chanced a stab at me, but I blocked carelessly with my knife. As we fought, our weapons glinted in the silvery moonlight. I smirked. This was when I was most powerful! Soon enough, the Fe lay dead on the ground, his eyes wide and staring, a river of blood pooling out onto the gleaming white sand, staining it red. I began giggle, then to chuckle, and then finally burst into full-out, uncontrollable, booming laughter.

The other two Fe woke with a start and grabbed their weapons, running towards me. I cut them down with a slash and a sickening hack. Whoops, there goes your head! I giggled in my head as I kicked the second Fe’s head away. I heard shouts as more Fe came my way, and that’s when I realized where we were. It was an encampment of all different earth Fe; other prisoners were tied to stakes in the part of the camp I was in.

“Hurry, pretend you’re asleep! Everyone in the camp is coming this way!” a dwarf with yellow hair that probably used to be white hissed, his rotting teeth clenched together tightly. I just kept laughing. He probably then became aware of my obvious insanity, because he didn’t try to warn me again. Floods of ogres, elves, and sprites were running towards me, their weapons raised and at the ready. They stopped short when they saw their decapitated comrades. One elf stepped forward, his eyes filled with shock

“You…you killed my brothers!” he said, the shock in his eyes slowly turning to anger. He rushed forward and I smirked, raising my knife. With a slash, I cut open his stomach, his intestines and other organs spilling over the ground. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he collapsed, dead. My dagger was now drenched in blood, and my smirk was becoming more crazed, my laughter becoming maniacal. I began to rush forward, determined to slay them all! No one would dare challenge me! But then someone did.

“I don’t think any more of that will be necessary,” a beautiful young sprite said in a brisk Slovak accent, stepping forward. Her long, luscious, blonde hair swept over her right shoulder. She wore a silver dress that complimented her slight frame. Her eyes were the same shade of silver as mine, her pale face almost as white as snow. I immediately felt drawn to her, and I knew I would never be happy again if she wasn’t near me. I sheathed my dagger and crossed my arms.

“I don’t fight girls,” I said, making an attempt at seeming noble. She raised a delicate eyebrow at me and pulled out a throwing knife. She aimed it and then threw it. I found myself being jerked backwards, and I was pinned to one of the stakes, the blade of the elf’s knife cutting into my shoulder. Using my free hand, I yanked the blade out of the thick wood. Hefting my dagger into my other hand, I held the two knives.

“Why, thank you! I always wanted a throwing knife!” I said, pleased at the expression of disgust on the sprite’s face. She pulled out a short sword and lunged forward. Our blades clashed together, but we were never able to injure one another. The sprite moved with surprising grace and speed, putting in little power and more tactics into her moves. I soon became drenched with sweat, while she wasn’t even short of breath. I panted heavily, my eyes narrowing as I pushed harder. She used the handle of her blade to fling my feet into the air. I spun several times and landed on my back, groaning.

“That’ll teach you to mess with us,” she said, her accent causing the words to sound harsh and cold. The men around her erupted into cheers and I was carried away to another part of the camp, and so did Sarah. We were placed into a wooden cart with metal bars lining it. They shoved us in and locked it. I gripped the bars tightly, causing my knuckles to turn white.

“Wait! Tell me your name!” I called after the girl. She looked at me suspiciously, but then shrugged. “To my people, I am known as Hedvika,” she said before walking off, her hair swaying in the soft breeze. “What did you do that for?!” Sarah asked harshly, her eyes burning with anger. I shrugged and said, “No reason. Killing is fun!” I grinned, but Sarah didn’t seem amused in the slightest. “Why are you so awful?! I started to…I mean…I thought you were…Never mind!” she huffed, plopping down onto the straw-covered floor of the cart. “You thought what?” I asked softly, kneeling down in front of her. Oh no you don’t Sarah is mine! Peter hissed. I ignored him, all thoughts of the mysterious Hedvika girl vanishing from my thoughts as I looked into Sarah’s soft green eyes.

“Nothing, can I talk to Peter?” she asked, looking away. I immediately felt hurt for some odd reason. “Alright,” I whispered softly, allowing Peter to take over.


Peter’s POV:

I sighed with content as I regained control of my body. Sarah smiled when she saw my familiar blue eyes, and she placed her hands over mine. I swallowed and tried not to pull away. “Peter, I think I…I…” her voice trailed off and she sighed. “Oh, what have I got to lose!” she said. Then, her soft lips connected with mine. My eyes widened as I registered what was happening. Soon though, I closed my eyes and deepened the kiss. You know how people say that when you kiss, it feels like fireworks? Well, they’re wrong. There’s a small firework maybe, but then comes the sound of church bells and birds singing, and then you feel like there’s no one else in the universe except for you and that person.

  As I cupped Sarah’s chin in my hand, I felt her smile. No! No! Zlo sobbed. Looks like the best man won, I thought, and Zlo began to sob harder. Sarah and I broke the kiss, and she rested her head on my shoulder. I sighed happily and Sarah looked up at me.

“Peter, do you love me?” Sarah whispered. I nodded and kissed her cheek. “Milujem ťa celým svojím srdcom,” I said. She smiled slightly. “English, please?” she asked. I smiled softly. “I love you with all my heart,” I whispered, drawing her close to me. In that moment, in that stinky and musty cell, I knew that she loved me too.


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