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.


39. Chapter 37

November 27th, 2015

Zlo’s POV:

I woke up and tried to stretch my sore limbs, but the chains around my ankles and my wrists prevented me from moving around a lot. Vladimir was still fast asleep, with his arms wrapped around me protectively. I smiled softly and gently moved out of his grip so I didn’t wake him. He muttered something in his sleep and rolled over, swatting at the air. I grinned. He’d come all this way to help…me.

Yeah? Well, now he’s captured too! How are we going to get out of here?! Peter snapped, making my ears throb. Quiet down in there! I growled, rubbing my ears. Oops, sorry, Peter said sheepishly. I sighed. It’s fine, I grumbled. Okay, good. Look, Vlad’s waking up!

“Vladimir? You awake?” I whispered, shaking him a little. He yawned and sat up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. “Yeah, I’m up,” he said sleepily, leaning against the cold, stone walls. I sighed through my nose and looked up at the ceiling, wondering what would happen to us next. A drop of water dripped off of the cold, rough stones and fell into my bad eye.

Very nice, Peter said sarcastically. Shut up, Pete, I grumbled, trying, and failing, to rub the stale water out of my eye. Vladimir chuckled slightly and handed me a handkerchief from his pocket. I accepted it gratefully and cleaned out my eye.

“What are we going to do now?” I asked, handing Vladimir’s handkerchief back to him. He grimaced and shrugged helplessly, making his chains clank.

“What else can we do? We’re stuck here,” he said softly, turning away from me. “You’re going to give up?! Just like that?!” I gasped, gripping his shoulders. “Vladimir, we can’t give up! We just can’t! Our world as we know it could depend on us getting out of this place!” I said, shaking him a little. He cocked his head to the side, as if was thinking.

“There is one thing we could do. I know…someone, who could help,” Vladimir said. I raised an eyebrow at him, and he sighed. “He’s a Dark Elf. I’ve known him for…for a while,” he grumbled, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. My eyes widened in shock.

“You know a Dark elf?! I thought they were sociopaths!” I said, horrified. Vladimir smiled sheepishly and shrugged. “That’s why I thought you’d like him,” he muttered. Face palming, I shook my head.

“Does everyone know I used to be a lunatic?” I sighed. Vladimir nodded. “Yeah, pretty much.” “So…how are you going to get him to come here?” I asked in a matter-of-fact tone. Vladimir reached down into his shirt and pulled out a small brown cord. A small black flute was tied to the end of it.

He pressed the end of the flute to his lips and began to play a haunting tune. He dragged out the notes, increasing the haunting effect of the music. I swayed back and forth, the music hypnotizing me. The notes became higher, and a bit more rhythm went into it. When the song was over, a chill fell in the air.

“It’s been a long time, Vladimir,” an Irish voice hissed. I looked around wildly, searching for the source. An Elf clothed in all black walked through one of the walls, a raven-black bow and quiver of arrows slung over his back.

“Liam, we need your help,” Vladimir said. Liam stuck out his lip, making a pouty face. “What, no ‘hello’? No, ‘Nice to see you, Liam’?” he mocked. Vladimir’s expression hardened and he stood up shakily. Liam held his pale head high, his white skin contrasting greatly with all of the black he wore: black shirt, black pants, black jacket and black hair, black everything!

“We just need your help. Nothing complicated. Get us out of here, and I’ll return your lifebond. Your debt will be repaid,” Vladimir said. Liam stepped back, a little shocked. Then, a huge grin spread across his face and he nodded. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, hang on! How do you two know each other?” I asked.

“That’s none of your affair,” Liam snarled, raising his hand to strike me. “If you dare touch him, I swear I will smash this!” Vladimir said threateningly, shaking the flute in front of Liam’s face. The little color his face had drained and his bottom lip quivered.

“Y…you wouldn’t!” he gasped, trying to look brave. Vladimir tore the cord off of his neck and held it up high, as if he were about to throw down the flute and smash it. “Okay, okay! Put that down like the nice little Elf you are!” Liam said, holding up his hands.

“What’s the magic word, Liam?” Vladimir smirked, holding the cord between his thumb and pointer finger. “Please! Please don’t break it!” Liam shrieked. Vladimir laughed and tossed the flute to Liam, who caught it gratefully.

“Okay, you have your lifebond. Now get us out of here,” Vladimir said. Liam nodded and walked over to the door. He placed his hands on the door handle and closed his eyes in concentration. “What’s he doing?” I whispered, trying to see around him. “All dark Elves have the ability to unlock any door, go through walls, and become shadows,” Vladimir whispered back.

“Wow, cool!” I said quietly, my eyes shining. “No, not cool. Most Dark Elves use their powers for evil, hence the word ‘Dark’. The only way they can be controlled is if someone holds their lifebond, which I did. I saved his life, and in return, he gave me his free will. It was fun, bossing him around,” Vladimir chuckled.

“Now you can’t! A deal’s a deal, Vlad!” Liam snarled as the door opened with a loud creak. Vladimir nodded and stepped through the doorway. “Thanks, Liam,” I said, smiling a little. He looked taken-aback, as if he wasn’t used to behind thanked. He gave me a small half-smile in return and followed us out, resealing the door.

“You know, Liam, you could come back with us to the camp. There are other Dark Elves there, so you wouldn’t be alone,” I said. Liam shook his head and smiled sadly. “No, I’m a solo fighter. I don’t belong anywhere. Thanks anyway,” he sighed, turning away.

“Liam, Zlo is right. You can’t keep yourself in the shadows forever,” Vladimir said, putting his hand on Liam’s shoulder. He jerked away and walked off, slowly disappearing. “Until we meet again, which shouldn’t be anytime soon,” Liam called after us, sprinting into the shadows and disappearing.

 “Well then! That was odd,” I chuckled, slowly going down the stairs. Vladimir laughed and followed me. “Don’t you think what you did to Liam was cruel? I mean, what would have happened if you smashed that flute? He was really freaking out,” I said, curious.

“He would’ve died,” Vladimir said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. I gaped at him in horror. “You…you wouldn’t have actually smashed it, would you?” I asked fearfully. Vladimir’s face was expressionless as he nodded.

“If he hurt you, then yes, I would have,” he said, glaring at the floor. We went down the rest of the stairs in silence. As we approached the doors, I looked around cautiously. No one was around.

“Where is everyone?” I asked, tensing. Vladimir shrugged. “Let’s skedaddle out of here before we’re discovered,” Vladimir said, pushing open the doors. The sight that met our eyes filled us with horror and despair.   

The two armies had once again gone to battle, and thousands of dead soldiers from both sides already lay dead on the ground. I spotted Bahadur and Dimitri fighting The Shadow himself, and they were losing. My heart fell as I saw our comrades dropping like flies. We were going to lose this war.

“We need to help them!” I said to Vladimir, pulling out my dagger. He shook his head. “No, I need to help them. You need to get to safety. “You don’t understand! I have to do this!” I said, trying to fight my way past him.

“I don’t care about the prophecy! I can’t watch another person I care about die!” Vladimir said, grabbing me by the shoulders. I looked into his grief-filled eyes and finally understood. “Alright. I understand,” I said quietly. He nodded and turned around, preparing to go into battle.

“Hey, look out for yourself, okay?” I told him, biting my lip nervously. Vladimir gave me a tight hug. “Don’t worry, I will,” he said. I watched him run to his friends’ aid, knowing deep down that this could be the last time I saw him. “Good luck, old man,” I whispered.


Liam’s Song:



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