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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26. Chapter 24

November 20th, 2015

Zlo’s POV:

I breathed heavily as I saw Alex and Sarah’s dead bodies sprawled across the floor. A slow smile crept on my lips, even though I was crying on the inside. Sarah’s eyes were wide open and staring, a trickle of blood coming out of her slightly open mouth. Peter was sobbing, and I wanted to comfort him for some odd reason. But I couldn’t.

“Monster,” Alex’s Dwarf friend hissed, pulling out a sword from his belt. The blonde Elf was still on his knees, shaking with shock. The bigger Elf snarled at me and pulled out a silver axe from the bag he had slung over his back. Remembering how the silver door had burned me at the cavern, I backed away towards the wall, gripping my knife tightly.

“Silly, stupid air Fe. Do you really think you can defeat me?” my master hiss, lifting up his hands to pull back his hood. We all froze, not knowing what to expect when he pulled down his hood.

What is he doing? Peter asked fearfully, and I shrugged. The hood fell away, revealing my master’s face. His skin was a grayish-white, without a single blemish or scar. Greasy, black hair hung down around his shoulders. His eyes were a piercing yellow and seemed to glow. Twisted into a cruel smile, his lips were a faint red color.

He slowly walked over to Sarah’s body and nudged her in the stomach. When she didn’t move, he emitted a laugh that made my blood run cold. The three Fe lunged forward, their eyes burning with hatred. With flick of his wrist, he sent them flying across the room.

“You have The Force?” I asked, chuckling. Really?! REALLY?! Peter screamed, and I rolled my eyes in irritation, but I was mentally slapping myself. The three struggled to their feet, moaning. The Shadow whistled, and several dozen wraiths rushed into the room and towed them away.

“Wh…what’s going to happen to them?” I stammered, feeling a little appalled. “Oh, you can see later. But now, I must send a declaration of war to King Windtwist. I will seize the throne!” he said harshly, sweeping out of the room. My blood ran cold. I didn’t sign up for this. I though all he wanted to do was kill Sarah, so that the prophecy wouldn’t be able to come true. Now, Sarah was dead, and he was going to war! I needed to warn the King! Bu how?!

Ask to deliver the message, you idiot! Peter snarled. You do it! I snapped back, crossing my arms. Fine, let me take control again, he sighed.

 

Peter’s POV:

My eyes shot open just as my master reentered the room. “Ah…Peter…you’re back, I see,” he said, sounding slightly disappointed. I clenched my fist, my blood boiling with anger. I resisted the urge to show emotion when I saw Sarah’s cold, lifeless body.

“Can I bring the message to King Windtwist?” I asked before I could get angry. He raised an eyebrow at me, suspicious. I gulped. “You’re ready to leave me so soon?” he chuckled, cracking his knuckles. I shook my head vigorously.

“N…no, of course not! I…I just want to please you!” I said quickly, laughing nervously. He nodded approvingly and put his hand on my shoulder. I winced as his claw-like nails dug into my shoulder. He handed me a rolled up piece of parchment.

“You know what to do. You can take the portal there. Don’t fail me,” he said, finally letting go. I nodded and stepped towards the wall, pressing my hand against it. The wall split, revealing a small space. I stepped in and the wall closed around me. Like the first time I had traveled in the portal, it was unbearably hot, and sweat trickled down my face and back. The portal opened, and I stepped out into the harsh pink sunlight of the Air Fe territory. I gripped the paper in my hand tightly. “Well, here goes nothing,” I muttered.     

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