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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33. Chapter 31

November 25th, 2015

Vladimir’s POV:

I paced the length of the tent nervously as I waited for Zlo to come in. How was I supposed to break the news to him about who his parents were? I began to feel panicked as I saw Bahadur leading Zlo into the tent.

“You wanted to talk to me, Vladimir?” Zlo asked, smiling brightly. I swallowed and nodded nervously. “There’s something I have to tell you…something about your parents,” I said. Zlo rolled his eyes.

“If it’s that my parents were the next in line for the throne, and since they died, that makes me the King? Yeah, I already knew that,” he said, smirking. I shook my head.

“No, it’s not that. There’s something else,” I gulped, scratching the back of neck nervously. Get it together! You’re a thirty-five year old man! You can handle a seventeen year-olds wrath! I thought, taking a deep breath.

“Your parents were Elves!” I blurted out. Zlo raised an eyebrow at me. “They were? How come I’m a sprite, then?” he asked in a matter-of-fact tone. “You and Peter are sharing a body.”

“Oh, right. Now, what’s so bad about my parents being elves? You’re an Elf,” Zlo said, nudging me. I sighed. “Elves aren’t leaders. They’re warriors and healers. They’re impulsive. The times that our world has had an Elf King always ended in war and ruin. Mutiny is 90% more likely to happen,” I said. Zlo stared at me blankly.

“Oh,” he said quietly. I rested my hands on his shoulders. “There’s something else, too. Something about your father and I,” I said nervously. “What?” Zlo asked, looking up at me, his silver eyes lighting up with curiosity.

“We were brothers,” I said, smiling slightly. Zlo’s eyebrows raised in surprise. “You’re my…?” “Uncle? Yep.” We stood there in an awkward silence as Zlo’s mouth opened and closed, no sound coming out.

“Is that why you forgave me so easily? About Alex, I mean?” he said, looking uncomfortably. “Yeah,” I said quietly. Zlo grinned. “Wait, you aren’t upset?” I asked, curious.

“Heck, no! I’m just glad I have some family left!” he laughed. Relieved, I laughed too. Bahadur and Dimitri cheered and clapped me on the back. “Can I go eat now?” Zlo asked. Laughing, I nodded, and he ran off to get in line for food.

“See, that wasn’t so bad!” Dimitri said, grinning from ear to ear. I smiled slightly and nodded. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

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