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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28. Chapter 26

November 22nd-23rd, 2015

Zlo’s POV:

“The men are ready, sire!” the general said, hustling into the throne room. “Very good! Tell them to go through the portal! We don’t have time to march all the way there,” Windtwist said, settling down in his throne. Or, my throne. This whole thing was so confusing! The dwarf bowed.

“As you wish, your majesty,” he said, running out of the room as fast as his stubby little legs could carry him. Turning to me, Windtwist said, “Are you going to fight? Or are you going to stay here and take the coward’s way out? Leave the prophecy unfulfilled? Leave this land without a King?” he said.

“Shut up.” “What did you say to me?” Windtwist said, his faces only inches away from mine. I pushed him away. “You heard me. Now, where’s the portal? I have a world to save,” I said smugly, pushing past him.

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I followed the flow of dwarf, elf, and sprite soldiers to a large oak tree in the courtyard. One by one, they went through it, disappearing on the other side. I then realized that, unlike all of them, I had only my small dagger for a weapon. I sighed with exasperation, but decided that it would suffice. As I approached the tree, many of the soldiers shot me dirty looks. It seemed that Sarah’s death had reached their ears already. My heart leapt into my throat as I thought about her.

“Get a move on!” the elf behind me snarled, pushing me forward. I sneered at him before I stepped into the portal. A moment later, I was on the other side. The familiar desert sands were all around, and the fortress loomed in the now dark sky.

“We have to go in there?” the Elf next to me whispered, his eyes wide. I nodded, and his pale face became even paler. “I hear we’re fighting The Shadow. He murdered Sarah, the person the prophecy talked about,” he whispered. I choked back a sob when he said her name, but I managed to nod.

“Ah, what a nice surprise, Windtwist! I’ve been expecting you!” The Shadow said, stepping out of his dark fortress. The army erupted with gasps and cries of alarm. The Shadow cackled, and thousands of his soldiers emerged from all sides. Orcs, trolls, Griffins, dark elves and sprites, and werewolves emerged from underground, inside the fortress, and from trees.

The last person to emerge was Hedvika. Her blonde hair was flowing round about her shoulders. She wore a white dress that trailed across the ground, and a silver circlet rested on her head. She and The Shadow held hands, as if they were a couple. Seeing her there triggered another memory, but it was so blurry that I couldn’t make it out. She was in it though. I knew that much.

“Your princess…is dead!” The Shadow shouted in triumph. Behind them, an orc emerged, dragging Sarah’s corpse by the hair. I began to sob, and the entire army erupted into cries of outrage. The Shadow’s army lifted up their weapons and howled with triumph. I glared at The Shadow with a hatred so strong that the men standing around me backed away, quivering under my gaze.  

“Oh, and I almost forgot! Do these three people look familiar to any of you?” he cackled, snapping his fingers. Three more orcs waddled out, carrying the broken forms of Bahadur, Vladimir, and Dimitri. They were still alive, but barely. The general’s eyes widened when he saw Dimitri.

“*Сын!” he gasped, running through the crowd. “*отец!” Dimitri croaked, struggling to get out of the grip of his orc. The orc simply laughed, a sound very similar to that of a cat drowning, and hit him over the head with the club that was attached to his belt. Once again, our army roared with outrage, and the general drew his sword.

“You will pay for that! Заряд! (charge)” he shouted, and the entire army surged forward. The sound of clashing swords and screams of agony echoed through the desert as the two armies met. I pushed my way through the crowd, making my way towards The Shadow and Hedvika.

Well, Pete, if I don’t make it through this, I just wanted to say that… I started. No! Don’t say that! You can do this! Peter growled. I smiled slightly, and was about to reply before a werewolf lunged at me. I quickly jumped out of the way and took a swipe at it with my sword. The under belly! Aim for the under belly! Peter screamed, panicked. I GOT IT!!! I yelled back, frustrated. The werewolf let out a high-pitched yelp as I finally stabbed it in the under belly, causing it to poof into dust.

“Zlo, you think you can defeat me? Sarah is gone! Your weapon is gone! I AM UNBEATABLE!!” The Shadow roared some ways off in the distance. I glared at his form, and began to run again. “Not if I have anything to say about it!” 

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