Free chronicles of eden - act I by alexander gordon

he wavered in his chair.
    "You… bewitched them into having sex with you?" Triska said with shock.
    "What? Oh god, no no," Alyssa said shaking her head. She laughed and looked to the broken cookies.
    "I didn't have to use a single spell, they wanted a little girl from the start," she said with a smirk. She laughed as Daniel glanced to his book again. Triska shook her head then looked at the girl with disbelief.
    "What… but… you're just a little girl still!" she cried out.
    "Her body may have stopped aging physically, Triska, but she's older than we think. She may even be older than your mother," Daniel pointed out looking back to the witch. Alyssa nodded with a bright smile.
    "I'm actually 72 years young. Don't you think I still look good in this skirt?" she asked looking to her body with a curious smile. Triska stared at Alyssa with disbelief as the witch hopped out of her chair and twirled around joyously. She bounced around with a giddy laugh then looked to Daniel with a curious smile.
    "It was so brave of you to come after me like that, you're so caring for a human," she said gently.
    "So they were only trying to kill you after they found out what you were. Still, knowing that they actually wanted to do that to a little girl makes having killed them feel justified," Triska said looking down in thought.
    "I didn't mean for them to end up dead from the start, I was planning on riding away after we were done, but they weren't content with that. They wanted more of the sweet human girl they thought they raped and to keep me as their personal plaything. Haha, actually, if it was willing, it wasn't rape was it? Hee hee," Alyssa giggled as she bounced around happily and hopped over to the fireplace. She then showed a saddened expression as she watched the fires burn.
    "Then they had to go and knock my carriage over and burn it. All my valuable potions broken just like that. That wasn't very nice. And after I let them have their dark desires with no resistance they go and do something naughty. Serves them right being dead and deader now," she said with a scoff. The witch pouted as she watched the flames crackle in the fireplace then looked to Daniel with a curious smile.
    "Then you showed up and tried to rescue me. Nobody's ever done that for me before, nobody," she said softly. Daniel smiled slightly before Alyssa walked up to him and hopped onto his lap with a playful giggle, holding her staff behind the chair as she held her other hand to his chest.
    "Is there any other way I can thank you for being so caring? I don't think cookies and milk are enough. Whatever you want from me, just name it and it’s yours," she said as her eyes gazed deep into his.
    "Hold it, just what do you think you're doing?" Triska demanded as she quickly stood up.
    "Really, no thanks are needed, I didn't really do anything out there," Daniel said nervously. Alyssa leaned in close to him and smiled gently.
    "But you did, you tried to save me from those horrible men. Please, you can have anything you want," she said as she bounced on his lap. Triska ran over and grabbed Alyssa by the shoulders, then threw her off onto the floor with a glare.
    "Knock it off; we're not here for that! We just told you-" she started before she was thrown by an invisible force back into a bookshelf. She slammed into it and dropped down with a groan as books fell on top of her. Daniel looked over to see Alyssa standing up with her staff in hand, glaring at Triska. She then giggled and smiled arrogantly as her staff glowed orange.
    "This doesn't concern you, girl. You may leave now," she said simply. With a wave of her staff Triska flew across the room towards the stairs. The teen grabbed her duffel bag and came to a halt as her legs were being pulled up at the opening above. She held onto the bag as it started to budge before stopping again, the girl then looking over to see the witch staring at the bag curiously.
    "Wow, what's in that thing anyway?" Alyssa asked. Daniel