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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41. Chapter 39

November 27th, 2015

Zlo’s POV:

We clashed with The Shadow, the sound of metal against metal sending chills down my spine. The Shadow whirled around, locking the both of us a deadly dance. We were light on our feet, and able to dodge The Shadow’s blows almost effortlessly. The worst that had happened to us were a few fine cuts on our arms. The Shadow, on the other hand, was bleeding from several deep cuts in his chest and back.

“You…cannot…defeat me! I…I am all powerful!” he wheezed, swinging his sword around like a drunken man. I held back my laughter and put the tip of my sword under his chin. The Shadow looked down at it, making him go extremely cross-eyed.

“Do it. Make it quick, if you have any mercy in you,” The Shadow said, closing his eyes. I hesitated, the tip of my sword lowering slightly. The Shadow smirked and knocked my sword aside. I cursed under my breath and Peter ran back to my side, handing me my sword.

“I got you, Zlo,” he said, smiling. To our horror, The Shadow’s wounds had already begun to heal, and he was straightening, his yellow eyes gleaming. He blew a strand of his greasy, black hair out of his face and sighed. “Looks like this isn’t going to be as easy as we thought,” I muttered, exchanging a knowing glance with Peter. He sighed and nodded.  

“Guys, look out! Behind you!” Vladimir yelled, his eyes wild. But he warned us to late. Peter gasped in pain, gazing at the sword blade protruding from his chest. Hedvika cackled wickedly, her eyes filled with evil glee. The Shadow beamed at her.

“My love, you have come to save me,” he said, smirking. Hedvika pulled out her sword and Peter collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily. She kicked him aside with her black, spiky shoes and joined The Shadow at his side. As I stared at Peter’s dying form, tears sprang up in my eyes and I rushed forwards, screaming with rage and determination.

Hedvika blocked my blow and stood in front of The Shadow protectively. All of my memories had returned, including my good times with her, and more tears welled up in my eyes as we fought.

“Hedvika, what do you see in that…that thing?!” I hissed, referring to The Shadow. “He treats me better than you ever did!  He will never leave me!” she cried, applying more force into her blows.

“You can do this, Zlo!” Peter cheered weakly, is blood-stained lips smiling at me. I pushed harder, and Hedvika’s eyes widened with horror. I pushed her aside and ran towards The Shadow who, like the coward he was, had retreated to his fortress.

“You can run, but you can’t hide!” I bellowed, rushing forward. The Shadow glanced back, a terrified expression on his face. I smirked and waved my sword at him tauntingly. His face paled and he rushed into the fortress doors. I ran in after him, just in time to see him disappear up a flight of stairs. There were so many stairs in this place!

“I can hear you coming!” The Shadow said, sighing. I grit my teeth and ran up the rest of the stairs, panting from shortness of breath. When I finally reached the top of the stairs, I was sweating a lot and breathing hard.

“Recognize these people?” The Shadow smirked, gesturing towards two figures in the shadows. I squinted, unable to make out their features. The Shadow snapped his fingers, and Alex emerged with the general in tow. The general was bound and gagged. Alex had the blade of his dagger pressed to his neck, a dazed expression on his face.

“Alex, what are you doing?!” I asked, panicked. “I will kill the general,” he said dreamily, digging the blade slightly deeper into the general’s neck. The Shadow smirked, folding his arms across his chest.

“You must choose. Kill me, and this innocent man will die. Do not kill me, and I will let all three of you go. Your choice,” he said, waiting for me to make my decision. I glanced at the general, then The Shadow, then back again. “Don’t listen to him! It’s a tri…” the general started. Alex clamped his free hand over his mouth, hissing at him to be quiet.

“The life of one man, or the lives of all people in this land,” I said quietly, knowing what decision I had to make. I closed my eyes and plunged my dagger into The Shadow’s heart. The Shadow screamed in pain, collapsing to the ground. Alex shook his head, and his eyes were no longer glazed over.

“Hey, what…Oh my gosh!” he hollered, staring at The Shadow’s writhing form on the ground. I smirked at The Shadow, watching the life slowing leave his eyes. Alex stared at me in awe. “It was you all along,” he said, and I nodded.

“Come on, we need to go!” I said, my thoughts instantly turning to Peter. How could I have forgotten him?! The three of us rushed down the stairs and out of the fortress. The fighting had ceased, as if the enemy had sensed the death of their master. Their weapons were being taken away, and a few were being taken as prisoners for questioning.

My heart dropped as my eyes scanned over the carnage. So many were dead. Brothers, husbands, sons, mothers, daughters, and sisters were to be mourned, and some of them could have been people I used to know. I spotted Vladimir, Bahadur, and Dimitri leaning over and I ran forward, my heart beating fast.

“Don’t be dead, please don’t be dead” I whispered, tears threatening to spill. When I reached them, I collapsed to my knees next to Vladimir. Peter’s eyes were wide and staring, and his breathing was ragged. My shoulders shook and dry sobs burst from my lips.

“Z…Zlo?” Peter rasped weakly, turning his head to look at me. A pool of blood was seeping into the dirt, and I knew that Peter was close to death. I cradled his head in my arms, tears spilling over my cheeks.

“Hey, don’t cry! I…I’ll be…” he started. “Sh, don’t talk you need to preserve your energy,” I said quietly.   He smiled and closed his eyes.

“The Shadow, is he dead?” Peter asked. “Yes. I killed him,” I choked. He opened his eyes again and his smile widened. “I knew you could do it,” he coughed, his chest heaving. Vladimir placed his hand on my shoulder comfortingly.

“You can’t die, Peter! I was such a jerk to you before. I’ve lost my parents, I lost Sarah, I lost Hedvika, and I don’t want to lose you, too!” I said, sobbing. Peter squeezed my hand, trying to comfort me.

“I’ll always be with you…in here…” he said, pressing my chest where my heart should be. “Zlo?”


“When I’m gone, will you watch over Alexandria and Dorota for me?”

“Of course,” I said softly. Peter sighed and closed his eyes, his body going limp. My eyes widened with shock and my hands began to shake. My head hung down and my shoulders shook with sobs. Vladimir wrapped his arm around my shoulders, but I pulled away. I stood up and ran off, wanting to get away. Away from Peter, away from Vladimir, away from everything. Peter was dead, and he wasn’t coming back.  

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