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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50. Chapter 47

November 30th, 2015

Zlo’s POV:

I trudged back to the castle, my dirty face streaked with tears. I had lost my only friend and the last of my family. I was too weak to complete the prophecy. My face was expressionless as I walked through the entrance and into the throne room. I hoped, oh I hoped that it was one of The Shadow’s tricks, and that Vladimir hadn’t really died at all. In the throne room, Dimitri, Bahadur, and Alexandria were speaking with Windtwist, their expression terrified and using a lot of hand gesturing.

“Hey guys,” I said softly, walking up to them slowly. “Zlo, Vladimir followed you! Where is he?!” Bahadur asked, panicked. My heart dropped and I shook my head, my eyes wide with shock. Dimitri closed his eyes, and I saw a tear or two to leak through his closed eye lids.

“Did you kill The Shadow, at least?” Bahadur asked roughly, grabbing my shoulders. I swallowed nervously and shook my head, afraid of his wrath. Instead, he just clapped me on the back, giving me a weak smile.

“You’ll get him next time, Zlo,” he said kindly. I shook my head. “Don’t you guys get it?! I can’t kill The Shadow! The prophecy says that my weakness is silver. I have silver eyes. I am my own weakness.” They all stared at me, and I could feel their anger. Their redeemer, their hero, the one who was supposed to save them, could not.

“We are still with you,” Dimitri said firmly, stepping forward. “I am too, and so is Alexandria,” Bahadur said, and they stepped forward as well. Windtwist nodded, which was a good enough answer for the rest of us. They all made a circle and stuck their hands in the middle, setting them on top of each other.

“Thanks guys,” I said softly, putting my hand on top of theirs. “Don’t mention it, Zlo. After all, what else would you expect from your friends?” Alexandria said, smiling slightly. I have friends. They’re my friends! I thought, a small bit of joy beginning to eat away at the grief that remained in my heart. Windtwist coughed awkwardly and we turned around to face him.

“What?” I asked, folding my arms across my chest. Windtwist licked his lips nervously. “Zlo, don’t you think it is time for the people to meet their new king?” he asked. I sighed through my nose and nodded. He smiled.

“Very good! Your coronation will be in, a few days? A week? I’m not sure yet. But it’s going to happen soon enough,” he said, patting me on the shoulder and leaving the room.

“I’m not ready!” I said, starting to feel really dizzy. “Zlo, you will be fine! You were a born leader! It’s in your blood!” Alexandria said, putting her delicate hand on my shoulder. Shrugging helplessly, I sighed.

“I guess you’re right,” I said hesitantly, my frown slowly turning into a slight smile. Alexandria beamed and gave me a small hug before skipping back up the stairs, whistling happily. I raised an eyebrow in surprise, but decided not to say anything.

“What do I do now? Until the coronation, I mean,” I said, looking at Dimitri for the answer. “The only thing you’ll being doing is resting, young man! You will need your strength in order to function properly!” Dimitri said, pointing a commanding finger at the staircase leading up the rooms. I chuckled under my breath and went upstairs.

I went into the same room, which was now clean and orderly. No signs of the disturbance that had happened earlier lingered in the room. I quickly changed into a pair of shorts and a tank top before crawling under the covers, falling fast asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow.   

 

Hedvika’s POV

I let my legs dangle as I sat up high in the trees, my bow and arrow slung over my shoulder. I stared at Vladimir’s dead body, a harsh smile creeping across my face. My revenge on Zlo was complete! All of his loved ones were dead! I had succeeded! I cackled loudly before swinging down from the trees and running off into the distance.

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