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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43. Chapter 41

November 28th, 2015

Zlo’s POV:

I was back in the tent, sitting crossed-legged on my sleeping roll. I stared at the tan walls, not really seeing it. When a man came out of the shadows, I was so out of it that I didn’t see him coming.

“I heard about Peter,” Liam said, leaning against one of the supporting poles of the tent. I turned to face him, my vision blurry with tears. He tried to smile at me, but it ended up in a sort of smirk. He sighed and sat next to him, his black cloak flowing around him.

“How…how are you?” Liam asked awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. I looked away from the Dark Elf, hugging my knees. “Oh, come on! Don’t be like that!” he sighed, putting a hand on my shoulder. I wrenched away and stood up, turning away from him.

“You wouldn’t understand. You’re a Dark Elf. They can’t feel emotion, right?” I snapped. Liam’s expression hardened. “That myth is stupid. Of course Dark Elves feel emotion! We’re just evil! Well, most are just mischievous, but same difference!” Liam muttered under his breath.

“Why are you here, Liam?” I sighed, turning to face him. “I sensed grief. I like grief.” I rolled my eyes at him. “What?! I do!” he said, chuckling slightly. “But why are you here? In this tent? Don’t you think there would be a lot more grief in the burial grounds?” I pointed out.

“Uh…I…um,” he stuttered, trying to come up with a good excuse. “Aw, you care, don’t you,” I said in a voice you would use for a baby, just so I could annoy him. He blushed, his paper-white face turning a deep shade of crimson.

“Okay, yeah, I do! So what?!” he said, swinging his arms back and forth nervously. “Why?” I asked, leaning forward. He let out a little yelp as he fell and landed on my sleeping roll.

“Can’t tell you,” he said, turning up his nose. I smirked and leaned against the pole like he had. “You sure about that?” I chuckled. He licked his lips nervously. “Yes…” his voice trailed off.

“C’mon, tell me!” I whined, getting next to him and sitting on my knees. He sighed. “Fine! I’m our guardian!” he snapped. I straightened, surprised. “My…my what?” I spluttered, my mind trying to process what he had said.

“You heard me. I’m your guardian. As yet another favor to your Uncle, I promised to watch over you. Don’t you remember the shadow who played with you when you were little?” Liam asked, cocking his head to the side.

“That was you?!” I laughed, smiling. He grinned back. “Yeah, it was!” We sat in silence, but it wasn’t awkward. It was just the opposite, in fact.

“Why were you embarrassed to say why you cared?” I asked, scooting a little bit closer to him. Liam shrugged. “I’m used to being embarrassed, I guess,” he said softly, digging one of his bare toes in the ground, his hair falling in front of his face like black, curly caterpillars.

“You are?” I asked. He nodded and stared blankly, as if he were in a whole different world. “Especially when people found out I wanted to be a Dark Elf. We’re a disgrace to society, in other people’s opinions. Everyone thinks we’re bad because of what we’re called, but we actually watch over people from the shadows.”

“Then how come a majority of The Shadow’s army was made up of Dark Elves and Sprites?” I asked in a matter-of-fact tone. “We are very easily persuaded,” he said shamelessly, folding his arms across his chest and smirking.

“Hmm, I see.” “Well, I should probably be going. Soo you…sometime soon, I hope,” Liam said. He waved one last time before disappearing back into the shadows.

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