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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47. Chapter 45

November 30th, 2015

Zlo’s POV:

I woke up lying on the floor, bruises covering my chest and scratches running up and down my arms. My wrists were tied to one of the bed’s legs. The lamp from my night stand was broken, the shattered pieces of glass sticking in the carpet. I sat up, only to feel a sharp pain in my chest and lay back down again. Everything hurt. Who had done this to me?

“Zlo, it’s time to...what happened to you?!” Vladimir cried, running in and untying my wrists. I sat up slowly and tried to ignore the sharp pain running up and down my entire body.

“I...I don’t know. I think Liam did this,” I muttered, the events of last night hazy. “I wouldn’t doubt it but...why? He may not have the best moral characteristics, but he would never beat up anybody!” Vladimir said, his brow furrowed.

 I stood up shakily and made my way towards the bathroom, leaning against the wall for support, not knowing that I was smearing my blood on it. I grasped the door handle and turned it, stumbling into it. I gripped the edge of the sink, afraid to see my reflection.

I looked up only to see...nothing. Even my bare chest was perfectly fine. No bruises, no anything. Once again, an earth shattering pain surged through me, and I cried out in pain. Vladimir ran in, his eyes wild with fear.

“Zlo, what’s wrong?!” he asked. “Nothing’s wrong! I don’t look hurt! Nothing is wrong with me! I saw bruises and cuts out there, but my reflection...my reflection is fine!” I said, beginning to feel panicked.

“Zlo, you look anything but fine! What’s gotten into you?!” Vladimir asked, grabbing me by my shoulders. “Liam...he did something to me! I know he did!” I growled, clenching my fists. An evil cackle sounded in the room, and I screamed, backing up against the wall.

“Zlo, what’s wrong? What is it?” Vladimir asked desperately, looking into my eyes. "You...you didn't hear that?" I asked, stunned. Vladimir shook his head and I gulped.

“I need to see Windtwist. Now,” I said. I didn’t know why. I just had a strong feeling that he could tell me what was going on. Vladimir looked at me in a weird way, but he nodded. I pulled on a shirt and we ran downstairs to the throne room. Windtwist was sitting on his throne, with Anastasia sitting in hers. I knelt down to one knee to show respect.

“Rise. I will not permit my future King to bow to me,” he said, a little sadly. I nodded gratefully and stood. He looked me up and down, his eyes wide.

“What happened? You look like a horde of goblins was set loose on you!” he said, shaking his head slowly. “That’s why I came to you. When I was in my room, I could feel the pain of my injuries and I could see them. But when I looked in the mirror, they were gone,” I said.

“The Shadow...” Windtwist whispered, his voice trailing off and his face becoming pale. “Dear, Zlo defeated him in the battle,” Anastasia said kindly, resting her hand on Windtwist’s shoulder. He shook his head.

“I’ve told this tale many a time, but I suppose once more wouldn’t hurt,” he said softly, turning to me. He began to tell me the story of Arkady, one of the first Fe kings. He told me how the people rose against him, for he was a tyrant. When he was defeated, he was banished to the Neferlinds, where he met a spirit called The Shadow.

“So…I killed Arkady, not The Shadow?” I asked. Windtwist nodded. “Now, it seems that he has chosen you as his new host,” Windtwist said. Oh yes, Zlo is a good boy! He will listen to The Shadow, a voice giggled. I clamped my hands over my ears.

“Shut up!” I hissed. Vladimir looked at me like one would look at a madman: with pity and fear. I put my head in my hands, not wanting to believe that this was happening.

“The Shadow is inside of me. He…he talks to me,” I whispered hoarsely. “But what does Liam have to do with any of this?!” I shrieked, shaking my head back and forth. Liam is The Shadow! The Shadow is Liam! Oh yes, yes, yes! The Shadow giggled.

“No…” I whispered. The Shadow cackled and I screamed in frustration. Then, he went silent. Zlo shouldn’t have done that. Oh no, Zlo shouldn’t have done that, he hissed, and I doubled over, my chest exploding with pain. A thick, black vapor poured out of my mouth until it formed a person. But the person wasn’t normal.

Liam’s face smirked at me, but there were hundreds of other heads sprouting from the creature’s shoulders, chest, arms, and even tiny heads sprouted off of others. Each had its own face. They all laughed and hissed at me.

“Soon, Zlo! Soon, The Shadow will come! Soon, your end will come. Soon, you shall die!” The Shadow said, laughing hysterically. With one last glance at me, the monster with a thousand heads leaped out of a window, bounding off into the forest.   

 

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