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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27. Chapter 25

November 21st, 2015

Peter’s POV:

I burst into the throne room, followed by several guards. I stood in front of the throne, clutching the paper tightly.  When the King saw me, his eyes became filled with rage and he stood up, his green eyes piercing into me.

“What are you doing here?! Where is Sarah? Where is Alex and the others?!” he growled, sweeping down the stairs, coming towards me. I stood my ground, even when, he gripped me by the front of my shirt and began to shake me.

“Sarah and Alex are dead,” I said firmly, wrestling out of his grip. Queen Anastasia let out a small gasp, her eyes filling up with tears. King Windtwist stared out in front of him, his face paling. His hand dropped limply to his side.

“You…you killed her?” he said softly, glaring at me with absolute hatred. I shook my head. “No. Zl…someone else did, The Shadow. Alex’s companions are still alive, but probably not for long. The Shadow has them,” I said, looking down at my feet, ashamed. Queen Anastasia began to sob, and King Windtwist put his face in his hands, his shoulders shaking.

“This…this is from Him,” I said, handing him the paper. He unfolded it and read it, his grief slowly turning into anger. “That’s the last thing we need right now,” he growled, crumpling the note and thrusting it to the ground. He went back up and sat down on his throne.

“General!” he called, his voice booming through the entire castle. A moment later, a dwarf in a full suit of armor hustled into the room. “Yes, milord, you called?” he wheezed, clutching his chest. King Windtwist glared at him.

“Stand up straight, man! We’re going to war!” he barked. “The life of your son, Dimitri, may depend on it!” he added. The dwarf straightened, his mouth hanging open. “Dimitri? What about Dimitri?!” the dwarf said fearfully.

“The Shadow has him prisoner, and he has some things in store for him,” I replied, my voice shaking. His expression hardened and he stood at attention, saluting the King. “I’ll round up the troops at once, your majesty! We’ll be ready to leave by noon!” he said, marching out of the room.

“Peter, come with me,” King Windtwist said when the general had left. I nodded and followed him, wringing my hands with worry. What did he want? What was he going to say? Zlo started humming a funeral march, and I quickly told him to shut up. King Windtwist took me into an abandoned corridor.

“There’s something you should know. Sarah wasn’t the person the prophecy was speaking of,” he said, looking slightly pained. I stared at him in shock.

“W…what? Then who is?” I exclaimed, backing up slightly. “It’s Zlo.” WHAT?! Zlo shouted. I yelled in pain and clamped my hands over my ears. “No! How could it be Zlo?! He’s evil!” I screamed, turning to run away. King Windtwist grabbed my shoulder, holding me back.

“How do you even know about Zlo in the first place? He’s just a side of me. A voice in my head,” I said, my voice shaking. King Windtwist shook his. “No, he used to be a person. Just like you. The first time I went to battle with The Shadow, Zlo’s father and mother were right there beside me. They were the rightful King and Queen you see, the next in line after The Shadow, and they wanted to fight,” he said.

Okay, what?! Let me take over, Pete. I’m gonna give this dude a piece of my mind! Zlo growled. I nodded and allowed him to take over.

 

Zlo’s POV:

As soon as I was back in control, I grabbed Windtwist by the front of his robe and brought him close to my face. “So, how exactly are Peter and I the same person now?” I growled, angry. Windtwist smirked. “You were cursed by Anastasia. You were my assistant, and Peter was The Shadow’s hired assassin. You became your opposites when you combined. Now, it’s up to you to save us all,” he said.

“Yeah, right. Like I’m going to believe you,” I scoffed, crossing my arms. But, part of me was telling me that Windtwist wasn’t lying. My master had told me that The child in the prophecy's weakness was silver. The silver door had burned me back at the cavern. It all made sense know. Well, kind of. “Then what happened to my parents?” I asked, my hands shaking. Windtwist’s expression hardened and he smirked.

“I killed them. They were in the way of my path to power,” he chuckled in an almost maniacal way. I backed up, tears springing into my eyes. “Was I there?” I whispered quietly. “Yes. You let it happen,” he said, his face twisted into a cruel smile.

“You’re lying!” I gasped, wiping my tears away. He shook his head, his smiling becoming grim. “You helped me kill them, in fact. You handed the knife to me,” he said. I shook my head wildly, but I knew he wasn’t lying. All of the things he was saying were tugging at the back of my mind, trigging memories I had long forgotten. I saw Peter and me fighting each other, The Shadow at his side.

My parents falling to the ground, dead, and I was screaming in horror. Then, I saw Anastasia summon a ring of fire around Peter and I. There was a flash of silver light. And a flickering form lay on the ground. It was Peter and I.

I was the bad guy?! Peter hissed, and I could feel his anger. Apparently, and I was the g…good guy, I grumbled back. My eyes began to glow as I turned towards Windtwist, the anger of Peter and I becoming one. We stepped forward, Peter controlling the left side and I controlling the right.  

“Traitor!” we both yelled in unison. Windtwist stepped back, pressing against the wall. “Now Peter, Zlo, don’t do anything you’ll regret,” he said hastily. “He’s got a point, you know,” Peter said. “Yeah, the people will need a leader when they go off into battle,” I replied, and Windtwist sighed in relief.

“You aren’t off the hook yet. When this is all over, I will avenge my parents,” I growled, and Peter made us smirk. We turned away and walked off. Soon, I was back in full control of the body. Well. That was interesting, yes? Peter said quietly. I nodded and looked back at Windtwist’s quivering form. What do you think…S…Sarah would say if she knew about this? he said.

Oh, she’d probably help us beat up her dad, I chuckled. Silence. I miss her… I said, my voice trailing off. Tears sprang up in my eyes. So do I. I…we, loved each other, and you killed her, Peter said, his voice shaking.

Well, at least the prophecy will still be fulfilled through…through me. Peter, I don’t know how to be a good guy! I fricking killed the girl we were in love with, for goodness sake! I said, feeling panicked.

Remember what King Windtwist said? You were the good guy, and I was the bad one. We may have switched personalities as well as share a body, but the good Zlo is still inside of you. You’ll find him, I promise, Peter said, and I smiled. Thanks, Pete. I said. No problem, he said back.

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