Free Chronicles of Eden - Act 2 by Alexander Gordon

yanked her hand away from Specca with a grunt. Triska glanced to Specca then to Alyssa with a scoff before looking down to the map.
    “We need all the help we can get for this, so we search anywhere we can. We need to explore every option we have, the elves alone won’t be enough for us,” Triska pointed out.
    “Squeak’s nest has time still, it would take months at the very least for them to be in range of Ashwood, we need to make good use of our time and find any races we can to help us,” Alyssa agreed. Specca looked around at the group then down to the map with a pout.
    “But those other areas are so dry,” she whined.
    “Specca,” Alyssa and Triska sternly said together, with a squeak from Squeak as well. Specca flinched then nodded with a sigh.
    “Fine, we’ll change our route to cover more ground,” she said in defeat. Triska nodded then glanced up to Alyssa, the witch watching her with a smirk on her face.
    “Anything else you want to compliment me on?” Alyssa asked sweetly. Triska gave her a dull glare for a moment then smiled and leaned back on a pillow against the wall.
    “Yeah, there is. I’m impressed you’re taking being picked to go last so well,” she said smugly. Alyssa looked at her with a frustrated scowl as Triska crossed her arms and twitched her eyebrow with an arrogant smile.
    “I thought you would be rolling around on the floor, crying and whining about how unfair it was, but you haven’t done that. Good for you,” Triska said mockingly. Alyssa trembled a bit with anger then glanced towards the back of the caravan, with the other girls looking over as well. Near the back wall was Daniel’s section, with his bag full of books set near the corner while his sleeping blanket was neatly folded and resting with the pillow for the day. Alyssa gulped silently then glanced to Triska, seeing the teen looking at the boy’s sleeping area with a proud smile as she knew what tonight held for her.
    “So what if I was picked last? There’s nothing wrong with saving the best for last,” Alyssa quipped. The other girls looked to her with dull expressions before Triska smiled smugly at her.
    “Yeah, keep telling yourself that,” Triska taunted. Alyssa clutched her staff in her hands tightly with a quiet growl then looked down at the map, trying to get her mind off of being chosen to go last in the girls’ solution to their unresolved feelings for Daniel.
    At the front of the caravan Daniel glanced back to seeing the girls sitting together, and thinking about what they had come up with to settle their fight over him peacefully. The proposed solution was fair, although a bit unconventional, and each girl agreed to it completely, with Daniel giving the final ok as he felt there really wasn’t any fighting it. Each night the girls would alternate with who could sleep with him. And by sleep with him, it wasn’t meant to involve intimacy if the boy didn’t want to do anything like that. Essentially each girl would be sleeping under the same blanket as him, right next to him; however they couldn’t go further than that unless Daniel made the first move. They could talk to Daniel, but they couldn’t touch or hold him unless he initiated the same gesture first. This would give Daniel quality time with each girl, letting him see how he felt being close to them one at a time, and allow him to gauge how strongly he felt for each one. During these nights the other girls could not intervene or disturb them, no matter what may transpire, so a blanket would be hung down like a curtain to separate Daniel and the girl of the night from the other three. That meant that if Daniel did indeed choose to go further with the girl he was with on that night, then the others would have to allow it since it was his choice.
    Of course, there were some rules the girls had to follow for this truce. For one, they had to sleep in clothing, not be naked under the sheets with Daniel. Secondly, they had to respect his