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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35. Chapter 33

November 26th, 2015

Zlo’s POV:

The familiar skull-shaped doors towered in front of me and I shuddered. The bodies of dead soldiers from yesterday’s battle littered the grounds, their rotten stench joining those of the poor souls in the trees. I opened the doors with a loud creak, and I winced, hoping that no one heard me.

I spotted a spiral staircase winding up to one of the tallest towers. Hearing voices, I decided that was my best bet. The voices grew louder as I reached the top of the stairs. I saw three figures-one was chained to the wall, his hair covering his face. The other two were The Shadow and Hedvika.

“Your friends left you for dead. They don’t care what happens to you,” The Shadow hissed, sending a bolt of black electricity at the prisoner. The man screamed, his body arched in pain. When The Shadow stopped, he look up and glared. My heart froze. It was Alex.

“You’re lying! They would never leave me!” Alex said, growling. He let out a grunt of pain as Hedvika struck him in the face with her backhand. I winced as she hit him again, but on the other cheek.  

“You’ve taken the one I love. You killed my parents a long time ago. What more do you want from me?” Alex said weakly. The Shadow chuckled, gripping Alex’s chin in his pale, claw-like hand. “Oh, you’ll find out soon enough, my friend. Soon enough,” he cackled.

“No!” I gasped. “Who said that?! Who’s there?!” Hedvika barked, whirling around. I cursed under my breath and scampered down the stairs as quickly as I could. “I hear someone! Go, and quickly!” The Shadow hissed to Hedvika. I ran as fast as I could without tripping. When I reached the bottom of the stairs, I sprinted towards the doors.

“Not so fast!” Hedvika hissed, freezing me in place with one of her spells. “You are a fool for coming here, Zlo,” Hedvika laughed. A feeling of dread rushed through me as I looked into Hedvika’s cold, death-like eyes. 

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Vladimir’s POV:

I should go check on him, see how he’s doing, I thought as I ate my breakfast. Zlo hadn’t shown up yet, and I was beginning to feel worried. I scanned the dining tent again. Still not there. I spotted Dimitri and Bahadur entering the tent.

“Have you two seen Zlo anywhere?” I asked hopefully, wringing my hands. They shook their heads, and I began to feel panicked. Where on earth was that kid?! I got up out of my seat and ran into camp, calling Zlo’s name.

“He’s not here,” a voice said behind me. I whipped around to see an Autumn Fe about Zlo’s age. He smirked at me, his arms crossed. “What are you talking about?! Where is he?!” I growled. He shook his head and sighed.

“I don’t know where he is. But if I did, I wouldn’t tell you. I don’t listen to petty little Elves like yourself,” he said. I rolled my eyes. “Speak for yourself, manticore!” I said as I spotted the small horns poking out of his curly red hair and the tiny wings protruding from his back.

“You take that back, old man!” he snarled, balling his fists. “Did you just call me old?!” I growled, readying myself for a fight. “Yeah, you heard me!” he smirked, readying himself as well. I sighed and dropped my fists.

“I’m not as old as I look,” I smirked, walking past him. He stood there, dumbfounded. Once he was out of sight, my panic returned and I sprinted towards the tent Zlo should have been sleeping in last night. I burst into the tent, only to find it empty. Then, it dawned on me.

“He went back,” I whispered, my eyes widening. I swept out of the tent and ran, the sand kicking up behind me like dust. I saw a set out footprints making their way out of the camp. “I’m coming for you, Zlo! Hang on!” I said to no one in particular. So I ran across the desert sands, heading towards the fortress looming in the distance.

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