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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29. Chapter 27

November 23rd, 2015

Hedvika’s POV:

The boy had overtaken the werewolf I had sent after him as if it were merely a disobedient dog that needed to be disciplined. Maybe my master was wrong. Maybe Peter was a threat. I mean, at age 17 with little to no training, that werewolf should have overtaken him in a heartbeat. Unless…

“Zlo,” I hissed, gripping the handle of my double-edge sword tighter. He was my old enemy and, regretfully, my ex-boyfriend. He’d forgotten all about me after Anastasia had cast her spell. I walked forward slowly for a dramatic effect, sweeping my hair over my shoulder.

The soldiers parted, making a path for me, as if they were controlled by magic. Which, of course, they were. It was one of my many, many talents. I made my way towards Zlo/Peter, who was now fighting four dark elves at once. He was aided by Dimitri, Vladimir, and Bahadur, who had escaped the grip of their orcs despite their great fatigue and wounds.

“Why are you helping me?!” he shouted, glancing at each of them. Bahadur smiled sympathetically and chopped off the orc’s left arm with a single swipe, making the orc scream in pain. “Love is important to me, especially when it’s lost,” he said seriously. I laughed, which sounded like twinkling bells.

“You didn’t seriously fall in love with that ugly little air sprite Sarah, did you?” I chuckled; knowing I probably sounded vain, but I couldn’t care less. Zlo’s silver eyes glared at me with absolute hatred, and I felt my heart leap into my throat. No! You’re over him! Don’t let him hurt you! I growled to myself.

“Why would you care who I’m in love with?” he snapped, poising his dagger at me. I let out a scream of rage and grief and brought down my silver sword, aiming for the base of his thin neck. He brought up his dagger, blocking my sword. My hilt rested on his wrist, and he gritted his teeth in pain. My eyes widened as I remembered the prophecy.

A child of ice and royal descent

Shall end The Shadow’s malcontent

But a word of caution to this tale,

Silver is their weakness; it could make them fail,” I whispered. Man, the lady who uttered the prophecy really needs to work on their poetry! I thought.

“What was that?” Zlo snarled, pushing the tip of his dagger into my neck. “You’re…you’re the one from the prophecy! The silver…it burned you! A…and your parents! You told me they were to be the next King and Queen!” I gasped, backing away. “When did I tell you that?” he said, wrinkling his nose. Once again, my heart fell.

“You honestly don’t remember anything?” I asked unhappily. He seemed to hesitate, and the blade of his dagger began to quiver. “I...I think…” he started.


Zlo’s POV:

I had another flashback. I was running through a battlefield, holding the hand of a girl who looked just like Hedvika, but a little younger. Then the flashback ended. I gasped and stumbled back, falling to the ground. Thankfully, Bahadur caught me; with one hand, no less.

“I…I think…I do remember you now!” I gasped, standing back up. I thought I saw a flicker of a smile on her face, but it quickly changed into a menacing sneer. She lunged at me with her blade, and I quickly knocked it away. We engaged into dance-like fight; it was both deadly and graceful. Each swipe seemed no match for the other, and we were both light on our feet. Finally, I knocked the silver sword from her hands. She fell to the ground, a gash in her side. I raised my blade to kill her, my silver eyes gleaming.

“N…no, please Zlo! I…I still…” her voice trailed off and she began to sob. I hesitated slightly. She smirked and knocked the dagger out of my hand with her foot. Two dark elves grabbed me from behind and three more seized Bahadur, Vladimir, and Dimitri.

 “Traitors!” Vladimir snarled, trying to wrestle out of their grip. Hedvika approached me slowly and placed her hands on my chest. “I never forgot you,” she whispered, breathing down on my neck. I shivered; her breath was so cold! She kissed my cheek before backing away again and grabbing her sword off of the ground, her beautiful face streaked with tears.

“Lights out,” she whispered. I closed my eyes, waiting for her to bring down the blade. But all she did was pierce the tip through my shirt and dug it into my chest. I screamed as the silver burned my flesh. I saw smoke rising from the spot the silver tip rested on, and I fought back tears of pain. I was being burned alive, a little bit at a time.

The burning sensation spread across my chest, down my arms and legs, in my head, until it felt as if my very veins were made of fire. I struggled to wrench out of the elves’ grips, but they were like steel, and the silver blade was slowly seeping away at my energy. My eyes became heavy, and they drooped closed. I knew this was the end.

Well, this was fun while it lasted, I said to Peter softly. Yeah. See you on the other side, he replied. Goodbye, Pete. Bye, Zlo.

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