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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9. Chapter 8

November 6th, 2015

Alex’s POV:

We ran across the street together, nearly getting us hit by a pickup truck in the process. “Where are we going, anyway?” Sarah said, putting her hand on her father’s shoulder. King Windtwist smiled reassuringly at her. “Don’t worry about a thing. We’re almost there,” he said. Sarah nodded warily and we moved on. We approached the school’s tall iron gateway. Sarah stood there, stunned. “The Fe world is in my school?!” she asked, her eyes wide. “No, my dear, under,” Queen Anastasia said, her eyes twinkling. I fought back laughter as I saw Sarah’s look of bemusement.

“It’s not funny,” she grumbled, but I saw a small smile playing on her lips. “So…how are we going to get over the gate?” Sarah asked, turning to her parents. Windtwist turned to Anastasia. “Could you show her, dear?” he asked, grinning from ear to ear. Anastasia nodded. She held her arms above her head, as if she were about to execute a dance step. Instead, the wind picked up around her and she leaped over the gate. She made it look so easy, like she was just jumping over a fallen log. Sarah gaped at her.

“I…I can’t do that!” she stuttered, backing away. Windtwist smiled. “Of course you can! You’re an air sprite, are you not?” he said. He did the same thing Anastasia had done and landed on the other side. “Here, I’ll help you,” I said, grabbing Sarah’s hand, which was quite warm despite the cold. “Okay. But if you drop me, Alex Haisgen, you're dead!” she gulped. I chuckled.  Taking a deep breath, I concentrated as hard as I could. A burst of fire shot out of my feet and we went over the fence as if I was a human rocket. When we landed, Sarah sighed. “Don’t tell me, you’re a fire sprite?” she said wearily. I nodded and she moaned, rubbing her hands together. “Great. Just great!”  I winced at the sound of anger in her voice. She saw my expression and sighed.

“I’m sorry, Alex. I’m just really stressed out at the moment,” she muttered. I smiled at her to show her that she was fine. We followed her parents out to the back of the school, where a tall, wispy willow tree sat in the middle of the soccer field. “Has that always been there?!” Sarah gasped in disbelief. I nodded. “You just couldn’t see it yet,” I replied. “Oh, right, of course,” she sighed. King Windtwist pressed his hand against the tree. It split open and a golden light burst out of it. Sarah squeaked in terror and grabbed my arm. I gulped, my heart doing a gymnastics routine in my chest.

“I…it’s alright, Sarah, I go through there all the time,” I laughed nervously. She was so close to me! She raised an eyebrow at me. “You don’t sound too sure about that!” she exclaimed, letting go of my arm. I sighed with relief and straightened up. “Don’t worry, I’m sure,” I said. She smiled and I gulped. “Thanks, Alex,” she said. We followed her parents through the portal. A rushing sensation went through me and I heard a deafening roar in my ears. Sarah was clinging to my arm again. I resisted the urge to yank my arm away, a blush creeping up my neck. The portal reopened and we stepped out, Sarah leaning on me for support.

“Never…again…” she stuttered. I patted her shoulder reassuringly. “You won’t have to do that again, Sarah,” King Windtwist said. She sighed with relief and straightened up, finally observing her surroundings. Her eyes widened when she saw the row of servants, chatting and laughing together. Her parents were already sitting on their thrones of gold, their traditional Fe clothing glittering in the light. Sarah approached them slowly, her eyes scouring hungrily over every little detail in the throne room. I realized that I had been staring at her and I looked away quickly, hoping she hadn’t noticed.

“Wow, this place is incredible! It looks like it’s made of gold!” she said excitedly, her eyes lighting up. I smiled. “It is,” I said. She grinned at me. “That’s so cool!” she said. I nodded, shoving my hands into my pockets. “You alright, Alex?” she asked, concerned. I nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine,” I said, trying to smile. She reached her parents and beamed at them. “This place is so cool! Who built it?” she asked. The room fell silent.

“A Fe named Arkady Bolshakov. He was the very first Fe king,” Queen Anastasia said softly. “Was he, like, a tyrant or something? ‘Cause everybody got really quiet just then,” Sarah muttered, shuffling her feet in discomfort. “He was the very definition of the word,” her father growled, his fists clenching and unclenching. Then, he clasped his hands together. “Well Sarah, it’s been a long night! Your Lady in waiting, Erica, will show you to your room. Alex, come with me,” he said. “Wait! What about my friend, Peter? I never got to say goodbye to him!” Sarah exclaimed. My shoulders slumped. She was still head-over-heels for that guy. Why, though?! She barely even knew him, and for crying out loud, he was trying to kill her!

“I’ll take you over to see him tomorrow, okay?” I sighed. Sarah grinned and hugged me. “Thanks, Alex; you’re the best!” she said. “Yes. Yes I am,” I said, trying to sound funny. She rolled her eyes and punched my arm playfully. One of the servants approached us, her blonde hair tucked up into a bun, showing her pointed ears. She wore a simple brown dress with an apron, and she had no shoes on. She was extremely short. “Dwarf,” I whispered in Sarah’s ear. “Oh,” she whispered back. The elf bowed. “My lady, my name is Erica. If you could follow me please, I will take you to your room,” Erica squeaked, her voice comically high pitched. Sarah began to follow the small elf, but she quickly turned back around. “Bye Alex,” she said with a small wave. I waved back and she continued on.

“Come with me, Alex,” King Windtwist said, already up and out of his throne. I followed him out to a balcony. It overlooked a pond covered with lilies. The moonlight danced across the water, making it look like it was made of liquid silver. Small pixies hopped from lily to lily, glowing in numerous shades of yellows, oranges, and reds. “Alex, there’s something I need to ask you,” King Windtwist said, gazing out onto the pond. “Of course sir,” I said, leaning against the railing. “Are you in love with my daughter?” The question stunned me so much that I almost fell over the railing and into the pond.

“N…no, of course I don’t! Why would I?!” I said, laughing nervously. King Windtwist glared at me. “What is that supposed to mean?” he growled. My eyes widened. “It doesn’t mean anything your majesty! Sarah’s fine! Wait, no; she’s more than fine…gah!” I exclaimed, throwing my hands up into the air. King Windtwist laughed and clapped me on the back.

“I’m only joking, lad. Now, when did you find out you loved her?” he asked, his eyes twinkling. “When you showed me her picture before you sent me to protect her,” I sighed. King Windtwist smiled. “I must admit, I’m glad!” I stared at him, shocked. “You are? I thought dads hate when things like this happen!” I said. King Windtwist smiled.

“Maybe other fathers do, but not me. I wanted you two to fall in love you see. But now that Peter boy has gotten in the way,” he muttered, beginning to pace. “Don’t remind me,” I said softly, staring at my feet. “You have nothing to worry about, my boy! Do you really think Sarah will still be in love with Peter when she finds out he wants to kill her?” he chuckled darkly. I shrugged my shoulders and smiled slightly. “No, I guess not,” I said. He smiled at me and I sighed.

"Well, I best be going. See you in the morning, Alex," King Windtwist said, turning away. I'm going to tell her. I have to!  I thought, and I began to sprint towards Sarah's room.​

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