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?
Cover created by Willow Angel.


34. Chapter 32

November 25th, 2015

Zlo’s POV:

I had to try so hard not to scream. I was an Elf?! Vladimir was my Uncle?! What the heck was going on?! As I waited in line for food, I tried to ask Peter for advice, but he stayed silent. That was weird. Peter was always there. He couldn’t just…disappear. Could he? After I got my food, I spotted Ancil with his group of friends.

“Hey! Zlo! Come on over!” he said, his French accent sending weird chills down my spine, as if I had just heard nails scraping a chalk board. I smiled dryly and sat next to him.

“How are you, my friend?” Ancil said, grinning at me and twirling his moustache. Really? He thinks that after he beat the crap out of you that you consider him a friend?! That’s just messed up! Peter said, much to my pleasant surprise.

“I, um, I’m doing alright. How about you?” I asked, smiling a little. “I’m very good, thank you for asking!” Ancil said before turning back to his friends. I sighed and rested my chin on my right palm, picking at my food with my food. It was some sort of stringy meat, with purple mashed potatoes and red green beans. I wrinkled my nose and pushed my plate away.

“You’d best not be picky! That may be the last meal you get for a while,” Ancil chuckled darkly, tearing a large chunk off of the mystery meat and stuffing it into his mouth, chewing contentedly. I held in my vomit and took a small bite of the potatoes. They were dry and brittle, but melted in my mouth. They were extremely salty, but had a sickly sweet after taste. They were cold, but they burned my throat as I tried to swallow them.

I coughed and took a drink of water to wash down the disgusting vegetable. The meat and beans were no better, either. When dinner was over, Vladimir called me over to him. I went gladly, ignoring the calls of Ancil.

“You’ll be sleeping with other boys around your age at the edge of camp. Tomorrow, we’re launching a surprise attack on The Shadow’s troops. You’ll be staying here,” Vladimir said. Shocked, I stared at him in disbelief.

“But…!” “Ah ah ah! No buts! Now, go to your tent! You need your sleep!” he barked, pointing to the tent exit. I muttered a few choice words under my breath and stomped out of the tent. Well, someone’s ticked off, Peter chuckled. I growled at him and he shut right up.

“Hey look! There’s a new guy!” a Swedish voice said as I entered the tent. I moaned as two Autumn Fe came my way, their bulky forms blocking my path. I flinched as one of them put her large hand on my shoulder, weighing me down.

“Hey, how’s it going?” I said, trying to get past them. “Not so fast there, buddy,” the other one said, grabbing me by the front of my shirt. I gulped and shrank away from his horribly rotten breath. He threw me to the floor, which wasn’t all that bad since there was sand underneath the tent floor.

“What should we do first? Stick his head in a chamber pot?” the boy snickered. Gagging, I tried to stand up. The boy only pushed me down again. By now, the other people in the tent were snickering at me. My expression hardened. I’d had enough.

Pulling out my dagger, I sprang up and pinned the bully to the floor by his arms. Sneering, I dug the tip of my dagger into the soft flesh of his neck. He whimpered slightly as a trail of blood ran down his neck. The girl was long gone, cowering in a corner.

Never come near me again, understand?!” I growled. The boy nodded and I removed the dagger tip from his neck. I stood up and straightened my shirt, smirking at the others who sat there, dumbfounded.

“Hey, what can I say? I’m stronger than I look,” I chuckled, placing my dagger in my pocket. Walking to the back of the tent, I settled down on an empty sleeping roll and pulled the thin blanket over head, ignoring the whispers of those around me.

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I lay on the sleeping roll, staring at the tent ceiling. I felt so restless and insecure. I needed to do something. This entire war could be stopped by one little thing that I did. I sat up and rubbed my temple. Seeing that everyone was asleep, I got up quickly and headed towards the tent exit.

The wind whipped around me as I reached the edge of the camp, causing grains of sand to blow into my eyes. Blinking, I looked out at the horizon, the full moon glowing gloomily in the night sky. I spotted the fortress of The Shadow in the distance, and I took a deep breath. Shooting one last glance at the camp, I set off towards my destiny.

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