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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49. Chapter 46 (Continued)

November 30th, 2015

Zlo’s POV:

Running through the darkness blindly, swinging my sword this way and that. “The Shadow thinks you look hilarious!” The Shadow said in Liam’s voice. “Shut up!” I yelled. The Shadow tsked, and the darkness seemed to close in on me. I coughed as I swallowed a glob of it. It filled my lungs, crushing me. I felt as if I were swimming in thick, black water.

“You know, Zlo, Liam didn’t want your possible friendship to end this way. Too bad you pushed him away,” The Shadow sighed, and I could imagine all of his one hundred heads smirking. I closed my eyes, trying not to let his words get to me. But so far, it wasn’t working.

The darkness thinned out, and I collapsed to the ground, gasping for air and coughing. I smirked and stood up. None of The Shadow’s little tricks could hurt me, no matter what he tried.

 “Oh Zlo, you are so naïve. You didn’t really think I’d let you off that easy?” a hundred voices hissed in the hollow darkness. I whirled around, clutching my sword so tight my knuckles were white. “I know you’re there, Shadow!” I said, trying to sound brave.

“But where am I, Zlo? Try to find me,” he hissed. I heard a loud shriek come from behind me and I whirled around. Vladimir lay dying on the ground, a silver arrow sprouting from his chest.

“No! Vladimir!” I sobbed, running to his side. “Z…Zlo…” he started to say, his eyes wide. “I’m right here! Just stay awake! Please!” I sobbed. He shook his head, tears beginning to fall.

“Zlo...” Vladimir said softly, smiling at me with bloodstained lips. “You can’t die! I’ll have no one if you die!” I sobbed into his chest. He held me close, hugging me until the last breath left his body. He collapsed, his body limp, his eyes wide and staring.

“No, Vladimir! Wake up! Vladimir! UNCLE VLADIMIR!!!!” I screamed, fat, hot tears rolling down my cheeks. The Shadow laughed, and the darkness began to close in again. I laid my Uncle down on the ground gently, blood staining my clothes. My hands trembled with rage as The Shadow emerged from the darkness, his many, many eyes gleaming with maliciousness.

“Why did you kill him?! He had nothing to do with any of this! It’s me that you want!” I said, ignoring the tears that streamed down my face, blurring my vision. The Shadow inspected his finger nails, taking the dirt out of them.

“What would you do to get him back?” The Shadow asked, smirking. “And Liam. What would you do to restore your friendship with him?” he added. I swallowed, my hands shaking.

“I...I don’t know. We didn’t really know each other all that well,” I said quietly, looking down at my feet. The Liam head’s face was twisted with rage and hurt, and I immediately felt guilty. Snap out of it! This isn’t the time! I thought to myself. The silence that followed only reminded me of Peter.

Laughing, The Shadow said, “Well, you’re never getting him back! Never!” he shouted with glee. I screamed with rage and swung my sword at The Shadow, slicing through him. He yawned as the blade passed right through, as if he were made of merely air.

“There is one thing you should know,” The Shadow said, smirking. I looked at him hesitantly, not knowing what kind of lies would come out of his mouth. “You are your own weakness,” he said, hissing in laughter.

“What?!” I asked, confused. “Your weakness is silver, remember? Now, be a good boy and tell me what color your eyes are,” The Shadow chuckled, his many eyes gleaming in victory. I felt as if I had been administered a blow to the stomcch. He was right! I was always holding myself back! All of the people I loved either left me or they died in my arms. I was my own weakness.

“The time for my defeat has not yet come. We shall meet again, Zlo!” The Shadow said, leaping up high into the sky. The darkness fell away like a black robe, revealing the rest of the forest surrounding me. I put my head in my hands, ashamed. I had failed to defeat The Shadow. I was my own weakness. I had failed everyone. I would never be able to complete the prophecy.

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