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.

26Likes
44Comments
13538Views
AA

45. Chapter 43

November 29th, 2015

Zlo’s POV:

“Through the portal! Let’s go, let’s go!” the general said in a commanding voice. The soldiers ran one by one through the large cactus that served as a temporary portal, disappearing in a flash of green light. The wind was whipping around us, tearing at our hair and clothes, and throwing sand into our eyes.

“You ready, Zlo?!” Vladimir shouted over the wind. I nodded and we leapt through the portal together. When we appeared on the other side, we were on the border between the Winter Fe and the Air Fe territory. The blood-red moon on the Air Fe’s side contrasted greatly with the Winter Fe’s silvery blue light.

“It’s so good to be home!” Vladimir said, shaking the sand out of his blonde hair. I spluttered as he got a bunch of it in my face, and he held back his laughter. In revenge, I picked up some snow and packed it into a snowball before chucking it at his face.

“Hey, that’s not fair!” he laughed, brushing the white flakes off of his shirt. I smirked and walked past him, sticking out my tongue at him. Then, I stopped dead in my tracks as I remember my promise to Peter. I looked at Vladimir, and he understood.

“Go. I’ll meet you back at the palace,” he said, following the other soldiers. I nodded and trudged through the deep snow, heading towards Peter’s home. The trees that surrounded me were nothing like those in the Haunted Forest, where Sarah had first encountered me. Birds chirped in the trees, and the scurrying of small animals could be heard in the underbrush.

“Sarah...” I whispered, squeezing my eyes shut. “Zlo,” a voice in the darkness whispered. It sounded so familiar. Was it…? No, it couldn’t be! But…but it was! Sarah’s ghostly figure disappeared through the trees as she went away.

“Sarah, wait! Come back!” I said desperately, surging forward. “Zlo, please leave me alone,” her voice echoed. “Sarah, please!” I said. I could feel her staring at me, and I felt uncomfortable.

“You look different. I could sense that it was Zlo, but you aren’t him!” Sarah said, sounding angry. “No, it is me, Sarah! Honest!” I said. Her ghost appeared in front of me, wearing a white dress with bloodstains covering the area above her heart.

“It is you!” she gasped, looking into my eyes. I smiled, my lips quivering. “How come you look like this?! Where’s Peter?!” she asked, and I felt jealous. “Peter is dead. We were separated into two separate people and…” “You murdered him?! Zlo, how could you?!” Sarah shrieked, tearing at her hair. I stepped back, shocked.

“I didn’t kill Peter! Hedvika did!” I said. “Oh, that girl you fought? Right, totally,” Sarah said, rolling her eyes. I clenched my fists, frustrated. “What did I ever see in you?” I muttered under my breath, turning away.

“I heard that!” she growled. Ignoring her, I continued on my way. Her shrieks and screams soon faded away behind me, and I shuddered. “That wasn’t weird at all!” I muttered, putting my hands in my pockets. Soon, the silhouette of Peter’s home came into view, which lifted my spirits. I trudged through the snow until I made it to the door. I knocked and stood back, waiting for someone to answer.

A little girl who looked to be about 6-7 years old answered the door, her white hair tied up in pigtails and her big blues eyes staring at me with fear. She scurried back into the house, her eyes wide.

*Alexandria, tam je desivé muž za dverami!” she squealed. I stood outside awkwardly, not knowing what that girl had said or what to do. Another girl about my age, who I assumed was Alexandria, came to the door. She had her blonde hair tied up in a messy bun, and her face was much too tired and hard looking for someone her age. Her stormy gray eyes scanned me.

“Who are you, and what do you want?” she said, hefting the iron frying pan in her hand. “I’m Zlo, a friend of Peter’s,” I said, cautiously eyeing her pan. When she heard Peter’s name, her eyes lit up and she tugged me inside.

“Here, please sit! Did Peter send you?” she asked brightly, busying herself at the stove. “Yes…in a way…” My voice trailed off. She stopped what she was doing and turned to me, leaning against the side of the fireplace.

“Okay, what’s the bad news?” she sighed, and I could see that her knuckles were white from clenching her fists so hard. “Peter…is dead,” I said slowly. Alexandria froze, and Dorota burst into tears.  

“I knew it,” Alexandria whispered, wiping away a tear that threatened to spill over her cheek. “How did you know?” I asked. She shrugged. “When your younger brother is a hired assassin, you never know what’s going to happen,” she said quietly.

“He…he asked me to protect you,” I said. She sniffed and went back to cooking. “We don’t need to be protected. We’ve made it this far without parents, we can certainly make it without Peter,” she said, her expression hardening.

“Do you really want to disobey Peter’s last words?” I asked. “His…his last words?” she asked, her voice hushed. I nodded, trying to smile reassuringly at her. “I came to bring you back to the castle with me,” I said. Alexandria’s eyes widened.

“The…the castle?!” she gasped in disbelief. “Yeah…it’s complicated. So, are you coming?” Alexandria nodded and turned to Dorota. “**Dorota, ísť balenia. Budeme na hrad!” Alexandria said, making an effort to smile at her little sister. Dorota gasped with delight and went into another room, probably to pack.

“We’ll be ready to leave in about ten minutes. You will wait for us, yes?” she asked. I nodded and she followed Dorota. I sat down in one of the chairs, waiting for them to come out. I observed the humble little kitchen, which consisted of a crudely made table with three chairs, a fireplace with a log crackling in the coals, and herbs hanging from the ceiling on thick, coarse string.

“Alright, we are ready!” Alexandria said, coming out of the room and carrying two sacks over her shoulders. I took one of the sacks from her to carry and we stepped outside. A blizzard was taking place. Large, fluffy flakes fell down in torrents, and the wind whipped around. Little Dorota had to cling to Alexandria’s hand in order to stay standing.

“Are you ready?” I shouted over the wind. Alexandria shouted something, but it was lost in the wind. We began to walk through the harsh blizzard, heading for the castle.     

 

*Alexandria, tam je desivé muž za dverami: Alexandria, there is a scary man at the door!

** Dorota, ísť balenia. Budeme na hrad: Dorota, go pack. We are going to the castle!

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...