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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38. Chapter 36

November 26th, 2015

Vladimir’s POV:

“Foolish, stupid Elf!” The Shadow laughed, blasting me backwards with a spell. I gritted my teeth as I was slammed against the wall, causing my body to go rigid. “Where…is…Zlo?” I grunted, standing up shakily. The Shadow smirked.

“Want to find out?” he giggled, yanking me up by my hair and dragged me towards an all-too familiar staircase. “No. Not there again,” I begged, getting on my knees. He cackled and yanked me to my feet, forcing me up the stairs. As we got closer and closer to the top, I gave up struggling.

“You’re going to be nice and quiet for me, okay? No screaming,” The Shadow said, chuckling darkly. He opened the dungeon door with a loud creak and I saw Zlo sitting in the corner, his face covered in dried blood and hugging his knees.  

“U…uncle Vladimir?” he said softly, staring at me with his bright, silver eyes. I rushed forward and wrapped my arms around him in a tight embrace. He sobbed and hugged me back, his entire body shaking. I got on my knees and kept hugging him.

“Sh…you’re alright. It’s okay,” I murmured, rubbing his back comfortingly. “Uncle? Well, what a pleasant surprise!” The Shadow said. I held Zlo closer to my chest protectively. “If you dare harm even one hair on his head, I swear, you won’t have a head,” I shouted, a low growl rumbling in my throat.

“Empty threats don’t scare me, Vlad. You should know that,” The Shadow said, turning away. My stomach churned when he used the nickname that Július used to call me. The door closed with a bang, leaving us in the dark.

“No! No more dark!” Zlo sobbed harder, burying his face I my chest. “It’s alright, Zlo. No one will hurt you in the dark,” I soothed. “Pr…promise?” he sniffed, looking up at me with his tear-streaked face. I nodded.

“What did he do to you?” I whispered, gazing at the gashes in his face. One of his eyes was swollen shut, with a large cut running over it like a jagged bolt of lightning. He trembled in my arms, shaking his head violently.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. You don’t need to tell me if you don’t want to,” I said. Zlo sighed and shook his head. “No, I’ll tell you,” he said softly. He explained how he had come to fulfill the prophecy by killing The Shadow.

Hedvika had trapped him in a spell and brought him up to this dungeon, where he had seen Alex. The Shadow and Hedvika then administered a serum to them both to find out what their worst fears were. Alex was taken away, and Hedvika inflicted several spells on Zlo that caused immense pain and the surfacing of horrible, torturous memories.  

“That little witch!” I snarled, my body tensing. “No, Uncle Vladimir. She’s alright. She just hates me because I don’t remember her that well,” Zlo said, trying to console me. I simply glared at the wall in front of me, hugging Zlo tighter.

“And, Alex…you said he was alive?” I asked cautiously, wondering if I had heard him wrong. He smiled slightly and nodded. I closed my eyes, a feeling of relief, happiness an peace coming over me. Even though I hadn’t known Alex for that long before he was supposedly killed, he had been like a son to me. I wiped away the tear that had threatened to spill and smiled.


Alex’s POV:

I breathed in the fresh, hot air as I stepped out of the fortress. I looked back at Hedvika, who smiled kindly at me. “This isn’t some sort of trick, is it?” I asked cautiously, taking a hesitant step forward. She laughed, which sounded like the tinkling of little glass bells.

“Of course not! But there is one thing I have to tell you before you leave,” she said, resting her delicate, pale hands on my shoulders. I felt a sharp pain in my left shoulder and Hedvika backed away, smirking. I felt extremely dizzy and I clutched my head, wincing in pain. When I stood up, I was in a sort of daze.

“You will kill the general,” Hedvika said. “I…I will kill the general,” I said in a dream-like voice. “Very good! Now, run along like a good little Fire Sprite! When you have succeeded in your mission, report back to me!” Hedvika said, smiling sweetly at me. I bowed and gave her a lopsided smile before heading towards the army’s camp.

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