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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40. Chapter 38

November 27th, 2015

Vladimir’s POV:

“NO!!!” I screamed as The Shadow impaled Bahadur with his spear. Bahadur roared in pain and wrenched away, breaking the metal tip off of it. He was like a crazed grizzly bear; he was big, loud, and ruthless. The wound didn’t faze him. On the contrary, he harder and more powerfully, the pain of his wound making him crazed. I smirked at The Shadow, and he growled in frustration.

“Take that! And that!” Dimitri said, cutting two gashes in The Shadow’s chest and one on his sword hand. He howled in pain and dropped his sword, clutching his bleeding hand to his bloody chest. I quickly grabbed his sword and backed away, holding it in my left hand.

“You…will…suffer!” The Shadow shrieked, glaring at the three of us with absolute loathing. Bahadur smirked and poised his axe, ready to strike. Suddenly, there was a loud explosion and we were all blasted backwards. The Shadow laughed gleefully, pointing at us and cackling.

“You forget! The prophecy can only be fulfilled by someone of royal descent!” The Shadow cackled. It hit me. My family was royal! I could fulfill the prophecy! “It has to be a child, remember?” The Shadow smirked. I knew he was right and I lowered my sword. I should have listened to Zlo. Without him, all hope was lost.

“Not so fast!” a familiar voice said. We all turned around to see Zlo sitting atop a white stallion, wearing a suit of armor and holding a sword with a jeweled hilt. He looked like a knight straight out of a fairy tale. He grinned.

“Miss me?” he said, charging forward. The Shadow stood in place, his yellow eyes glittering with hatred and annoyance. Zlo hesitated. “Vlad, give him his sword back,” he said. I stared at him, my mouth gaping open. Zlo rolled his eyes and swung off of his horse.

“You heard me. I want this to be a fair fight,” Zlo said, his silver eyes filled with determination. Or was it stubbornness? I couldn’t decide which. I sighed and tossed The Shadow his sword, stepping back. “Be careful. His sword is silver,” I said, shooting him a knowing look’ Zlo’s face paled and he nodded, making his way forward.

“Come to sacrifice your life to save you friends? How very noble of you! What does Peter have to say about this?” The Shadow smirked. Zlo froze, and he cocked his head, as if he were listening to something.


Zlo’s POV:

“Come to sacrifice your life to save you friends? How very noble of you! What does Peter have to say about this?” The Shadow smirked. What do I think? WHAT DO I THINK?! I’M THINKING ABOUT A FEW CHOICE PLACES YOU CAN STICK YOUR SWORD, YOU…!!!! “He agrees with me!” I said quickly before Peter could finish his sentence. The Shadow laughed and twirled his sword in his hand.

“That’s what you say. I’ll guess we’ll find out when you fight me. I already know I can kill you,” The Shadow sighed, sneering. “Are you sure about that?” Peter and I said as one, and The Shadow’s eyes widened. “Impossible!” he shrieked, a low growl forming in his throat.

Suddenly, I felt a burning pain, as if I were about to split in half. Peter and I screamed, and I clutched my head, wanting the pain to stop. I began to glow a harsh silver, and the people fighting closest to us stopped, marveling at the strange sight taking place.

“Zlo!!” Vladimir screamed, running forward. But the silver light acted as a barrier and he was flung backwards. Through my watering eyes, I could see him struggling to stand. Then, the pain stopped. I collapsed to the ground, my brown hair falling in front of my eyes. Wait a minute, brown?! I stood up and saw a much shorter Winter Sprite standing in front of me.

“P…Peter?!” I gasped. I was surprised to discover that my voice was really deep, and had a distinct Russian tint to it. “Zlo?!” he said, grinning. I nodded, smiling as well. Peter and I turned to face The Shadow, smirking.

“Told you,” Peter said, smirking at The Shadow. “No! This cannot be! You…you should want to fight with me! That’s what you were like before!” The Shadow said, stepping backwards. “Well, I’m different now! Get over it!” Peter snarled, the tips of his pointed ears turning red with anger.

“Is that really what I used to look like?” I gasped, looking at my well-muscled, towering frame and then looking at Peter, in all his pale frailness. He rolled his eyes, grinning slightly.

“Let’s finish this,” we both said, rushing towards The Shadow, our swords drawn.

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