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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6. Chapter 5

November 4th, 2015

King Windtwist’s POV:

I paced in my thrown room, rubbing the back of my neck nervously, my crown lying on the floor some feet away. The servants and maids stayed a clear distance away, but close enough so if I needed them, they could come quickly. I bared my teeth at one little elf that got to close. She scurried away quickly, her face pale with fear. “Viktor, calm down for heaven’s sake, Alex will be here soon!” my wife and queen, Anastasia, said, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. Her pointed ears poked out from under her glistening white hair, and her eyes of silver smiled at me, giving me comfort. I sighed and picked up my crown, settling it back down on my mane of brown hair. I sat down in my throne and Anastasia in hers. I thrummed my fingers and the side of it, waiting impatiently for that boy to get here! Finally, a slight figure with fire for hair swooped into the room, his orange wings beating rapidly. “I’m sorry for the delay, my lord. I came here as fast as I could,” he panted, bowing before me. I gestured for him to rise and he did.

“Never mind that right know, how is Sarah?” I asked anxiously, leaning forward in my throne. Alex’s face paled, and he tugged at the collar of his shirt. “Well, uh, you see, she’s…fallen in love…” Alex stammered, looking down at his shuffling feet. “What?!” I roared, standing on my feet. “What pathetic mortal human dares to steal the heart of a Fe?!” I screamed, my shoulders heaving. Anastasia raised an eyebrow at me and put her hand on her hip. “Oh, so I was pathetic, was I?” she asked, giving me a pointed look. “T…that’s different, you were a female woman, now turned Fe. Sarah’s love interest, on the other hand…” Alex cleared his throat, cutting me off.

“If I may, sir, Sarah isn’t in love with a human. Well, she thinks he’s a human, but he’s not,” he said cautiously, backing away a little. “Oh really? Well, who’s the lucky air sprite?” I chuckled. Alex’s expression hardened. “Peter Menard is a Winter Sprite, sir, and he was sent here to kill Sarah by The Shadow,” he said, backing away even farther. The room that was once filled with the fluttering of small wings and hushed conversations fell silent, as if a spell had been cast upon it. “He wants to prevent the prophecy,” I murmured, an overwhelming sense of fear building up inside of me. Alex tilted his head to the side. “There’s a prophecy? What prophecy?” he asked, confused. Anastasia and I exchanged a glance, and I sighed.

“I guess you should know. You are protecting her, after all… Arkady Bolshakov was the very first Fe king, but he was a tyrant. I and many other of the Fe people joined forces against him. But, to our dismay, the Winter Fe, not just the sprites like Peter, betrayed us all to The Shadow. I led the armies to war against Arkady and his men and we defeated him and they crowned me King,” I said smugly, relishing Alex’s awed expression. Anastasia elbowed me in the stomach and gave me a stern look. I smiled sheepishly.

“Oh, yes. Sorry about that, dear. As I was saying, Arkady was banished into the Neferlinds, a place so dark and cruel only the darkest of hearts could thrive there. While he was there, a spirit known as The Shadow in those parts, conversed with him, poisoning Arkady’s thoughts and turning his cruel heart even crueler. It possessed him, taking control of his mind and soul, which is the worst fate anyone could suffer. The little good Arkady had left in his heart vanished forever. He rose again and stormed out of the Neferlinds, vowing to kill me and take what was ‘rightfully his’. Our land was thrown into a dark civil war as the season Fe sided with The Shadow, while the element Fe, which are better known in the human world, sided with us. In that same year, I met Anastasia and we were wed. She soon bore me a child, a daughter, whom we named Sarah.” I looked at Alex to see how he was taking all this. His face had paled and he was trembling. “I…I’ve been protecting the Fe princess?” he gasped. I nodded and continued.

“Our land was still at war, and it seemed as though all hope was lost. The Shadow had left nothing in his path; he destroyed every living and nonliving thing he could. One day, a woman clothed in white descended from the heavens. She uttered a prophecy, stating that a child of the Fe King would defeat The Shadow for good. The Shadow flew into a mad rage, storming the castle and killing all who lived within those walls. The queen and I fled into the human world, where we disguised ourselves and tried to live amongst them. We gave up, realizing that the Fe have no place in the human world. We left Sarah at a human home, leaving a note, explaining that we would come for her on the night of her 16 birthday, which is tomorrow. Then, she will be strong enough to defeat The Shadow and his followers,” I finished.

“Oh my,” Alex breathed, slumping against the wall. I nodded my head. “Indeed. Now, as I said, tomorrow is Sarah’s 16th birthday. It is the day all Fe get their abilities. You must bring her here so she can be trained,” I said. Alex bit his lip, which was something he only did when he was nervous. “My lord, that might be a little difficult for me to do.I’m afraid to say that due to recent events, Sarah…hates me,” he said quietly, his eyes brimming with tears. I sighed and leaned back in my throne.

 “Do what you can to get her to come with you. Her parents will be expecting it,” I said softly. Alex bowed and nodded. “I…will do as you wish, my king,” he stammered, on the brink of tears. With that, he fluttered away, his shoulders beginning to shake with sobs. “I can’t believe any of this is happening. I don’t really want to,” I muttered to myself, rubbing my temple. Anastasia placed her hand on my shoulder lovingly, her eyes filled with compassion. “Sarah will be fine. She’s in good hands.” I sighed again. “I know, Anastasia, I know.”

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