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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22. Chapter 21

November 19th, 2015

Peter’s POV:

We had been traveling for almost three days, with little food and water. Sarah had taken a turn for the worst. She had a high fever, causing her forehead to be beaded with sweat. Her mousy brown hair was matted and dirty, hanging around her shoulders in tangled clumps. Her once bright green eyes were dull and lifeless, showing no feeling. She coughed weakly and turned over, resting her head on my lap.

“Almost there, you’re going to make it,” said Alhwin, one of the many autumn elf prisoners. She brushed Sarah’s hair away from her face. I gave her a weak smile and went back to stroking Sarah’s hair.

“You know, I didn’t expect to die this way,” Sarah chuckled darkly. “You aren’t going to! What about the prophecy?! You need to fulfill it!” I whispered softly. She rolled her eyes. “Do you really think I believe any of that crap?” she sighed. The caravan came to a sudden halt, and a guard opened up the door to the cart.

“Get out,” he snapped, pulling the prisoners out of the cart and thrusting them onto the ground. We all stood in a line obediently, waiting for further instruction. I looked around at our surroundings. We seemed to in some sort of underground cavern. Stalagmites and stalactites jutted out of the ground and ceiling of the cave, giving it a maze-like feeling. They bound us in chains and led us deeper into the cave. Sometimes they gave people a lick or two if they were going to slow.

“Faster!” a guard barked, hitting me with the whip. It felt like my back was splitting in half. I gritted my teeth and picked up the pace, not wanting to feel that again. The young girl in front of me stumbled and fell. I tried to help her up, but she was too weak. The guard beat her until her entire back was covered in blood. When he saw the girl wasn’t getting up, he removed her chains and kicked her away. As we walked past her, I saw her blank, empty eyes and I shuddered. Beaten to death.

“Women, follow the pother guards! Men, get a pickaxe and get to work!” several guards barked pushing us into the main part of the cavern. We immediately got to work, chipping away at the veins of silver etched into the cavern walls. Wooden buckets lined the edge for us to put the silver in. Soon the droning sound of hacking and chipping was all to be heard. No one spoke, no one even dared to look at each other the overseers occasionally snapped their whips on the floor to scare somebody. 

“First day here?” one prisoner next to me said. I looked up at him and nodded. He was a manticore, and about the same height as me, with graying black hair and sad brown eyes. Small horns jutted out of his forehead, and he had three small stubs from where his wings and tail used to be. I nodded.

“And…that girl you were looking after. Is she your girlfriend?” he asked. I nodded again, blushing slightly. He gave me a sad smile and went back to work. “What’s your name? If you don’t mind me asking,” I said. “Xerxes,” he replied. I smiled.

I chipped away at particularly big chunk of silver that was lodged in the cavern wall. When it came loose, the little light from hanging torches bounced off of it, causing it to sparkle. Suddenly, a white-hot sensation of pain ran up my arm, causing me to drop the silver. It shattered on the jagged rocks down below.

“WHO DROPPED THAT?!” a voice roared, and a large troll came blundering into the room, his oily green face turning purple with rage. He held a club in one hand, a whip in the other, and he looked prepared to use both! Xerxes gave me a pained look.

“Him,” he said softly, pointing at me. I stared at him in horror as the huge troll hauled me away to another part of the cave. He dragged me across the cavern floor, scraping my back and legs against the rocks jutting out of it. Finally, he thrust me into a cell that had been carved into the side of the cave wall, along with many others. Most were empty, but some held the skeletons of other slaves. 

“I’ll deal with you later!” the troll growled, leaving me in the cell. As I looked the skeletons of the slaves who had died in their cells, an overwhelming feeling of despair whelmed up inside of me, and I gripped the cell bars, my entire body trembling. Serves you right, Zlo hissed, his voice ringing in my ears.

“Leave me alone!” I growled, hitting my forehead over and over again on the cell wall. No! You stole Sarah from me! I’ll never leave you alone! he screamed. You really think that Sarah could love a freak like you?! I chuckled back, a crazy grin beginning to play on my lips. SHUT UP!!! Zlo screamed back, sobbing. A burst of psychotic giggles escaped from my lips.

She’s mine. Mine mine mine mine mine mine mine!! I cackled back. No! No, stop! Zlo sobbed, and I could imagine him curled up in a ball, covering his ears. MINE!!!!! I screamed with glee.   

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