Chronicles of Eden - Act V (16 page)

“Tabitha… did you just…”

The group looked at Tabitha as she mewled softly and lowered her face into the dirt, with Daniel then backing up and looking down to see his pants had a wet spot on them. Tabitha trembled while still bent over then slowly glanced back to him with a teary-eyed frown.

“You scared me saying there was a lycan here,” she whined.

“Did she just pee on you?” Luna asked as Falla held a hand over her mouth to cover her smile and laugh.

“Yes, she did,” Daniel dryly answered.

Triska looked at Daniel then to Tabitha with unease before she glanced away while crossing her arms and holding them close to her.

“Well, we never did that to Daniel when he held us down.”

*****

Inside their caravan Alyssa was seated at the table reading through a book with a bored eye, her legs gently kicking about while she had her arm propped up with her elbow on the table and her hand against her chin. On a small pillow near her book Pip was still asleep, her chest rising and lowering only slightly with each quiet breath she took. Alyssa sighed and glanced to the fairy before over towards the entryway as she closed her book.

“Yeah, this is fun,” she muttered to herself. “It’s really boring without everyone here. Why do I have to be the one to stay here with the little pervert? Lucky’s not going to do anything out here. He’s probably just as bored as I am.”

She grumbled to herself and leaned back in her chair, eyes gazing up at the ceiling while all was quiet inside the cabin.

“Specca and Squeak get to go shopping for new stuff while Triska and the sisters get to keep Daniel company. I bet even Kroanette’s having some fun running around like centaurs always do. I’m the only one that’s bored. I should have brought some books or something from home last time I-” She then froze in place before jumping to her feet with a surprised gasp. “Oh! Of course, what’s wrong with me? I have books on magical spells at home and- oh! Why didn’t I think of that before?”

She promptly ran over to the side of the room and grabbed her staff before rushing towards the entryway. As she did a wide smile came across her face in her excitement before she halted and looked back to Pip carefully.

“Wait, what if she wakes up and flies off after the others? No telling what kind of trouble she could cause if she starts fondling the giant butterflies, especially the monarch.”

After taking a moment to think over her options she smirked then quietly made her way out of the cabin and onto the front seat of the caravan.

“I’ll only be gone a few minutes, she’ll be asleep still when I return,” she reasoned to herself before hopping off onto the ground with a giggle. “I’ll just hop back home really quick then return with a few of my spell books. Surely there’s some easy ones there Daniel can pick up on. He’ll make much more progress with his training to use magic if he studies some of those, why didn’t I think of that before?”

Walking over to the side of the caravan she took a moment to survey the area. The wagon and Lucky were located off to the side of the dirt road near some large healthy trees, with the outskirts of Flairwood seen close by while no giant butterflies were in sight.

“The others won’t be back for a while I’m sure. Now’s as good as any time for me to pop back home for a minute,” she reassured herself before waving her staff around with a giddy smile. After a moment she blinked then looked at the ground curiously as nothing happened.

“What the? Where’s the gateway?”

Again she focused on opening the magical rift back into her home and slowly waved her staff around, watching as nothing happened at all. The grass didn’t flicker or sway in the least while no vines began to slink around through the dirt.

“What’s going on?” she asked herself with confusion. “Hey, open up!”

She tried swinging her staff around repeatedly then struck it into the ground, a ripple of light shining through the grass away from her not from the gateway finally appearing but from her frustration with not being able to open it.

“What the hell? Why isn’t the gateway showing up?”

Looking around at the ground she started to get a bad feeling while thrusting her staff into the ground a few times, growling with growing irritation as she couldn’t open the rift back to her house with all her might.

“What gives? How come it isn’t working now?”

Alyssa slowly backed up towards Lucky as the horse stood before their ride in his harness. She glanced to her hand then held her focuser crystal as she fearfully realized why she wasn’t able to open the gateway to her home in Ritherwood.

“Lucky… I pray there is some form of magic dampening flower or something similar around here, because if that’s not the case and I can’t form the connection from this place to our home… then that means…”

*****

“Do it! Harder!” Charlotte yelled out from her private study in her manor. As the daylight was shining through her open window from the balcony the village of Rystone outside was seen with witches skipping merrily about, flying around atop their staves, and conjuring spells with one another with glowing lights and flashes blooming throughout the town.

“That’s it, don’t be gentle,” Charlotte purred before biting her lip. “Give this old girl the ride of her life.”

Inside her spacious study where bookshelves were lined with mystical tombs and a few black cats trotted about across the floor the alpha witch was leaning over her table with one hand gripping her wand in front of her while the other was held between her quivering legs. The witch moaned softly as she fingered herself vigorously, her eyes staring ahead at a crystal ball that was set on a black steel stand atop the table. Inside the ball a vision of the swordsman she had obsessed over since that fateful night in Eston was seen, with Daemon and his holy sword the Archlight’s Blade seen surrounded by a bluish haze.

“You wanted me, all this time, didn’t you?” Charlotte mused with a coy smile, her fingers working quickly to stimulate herself while she kept her eyes locked onto the image of her swordsman. “All you had to do was ask-
ah!
You know you could have had this whenever you wanted… no need to have forced me over like this-
oh!
”

The witch purred to herself as she lowered her head and closed her eyes, feeling her body trembling as she felt herself getting hotter. She dropped her wand and used her free hand to play with her ass, her breathing picking up as she pushed two fingers into her darker hole and a deep blush formed on her cheeks.

“You’re so
bad
,” she moaned. “Using an alpha like myself as your personal plaything, I hate you so. I hate you, and I yet I want you more!
AH!
Fuck, just like that! Make me your toy, do whatever you wish!”

The witch struggled to remain standing as she started bucking her hips in rhythm with her hand movements, her eyes shakily looking back towards the image of Daemon inside the crystal ball.

“That’s right… I’m almost there… I’m almost… almost… fuck! I’m going to-”

“Ms. Charlotte!” Apoch and Astreal called out together from out in the hall.

Charlotte jumped with a gasp before falling to the ground as her legs gave out, bumping the table and knocking over books and papers onto the floor as she shook her head a bit to gather her senses.

“Wha… what?” she stuttered in a daze before looking towards the door with anger. “Dammit, I was so close too!”

With a frustrated yell she stomped her foot down on the ground, a loud bang sounding out before the doors to the study opened with a slam. From the hall Apoch and Astreal were thrown into the room with screams by a magical force, the twins tumbling into a roll and collapsing down together in front of their alpha while their staves bounced onto the floor behind them.

“I was just getting to the best part!” Charlotte yelled as she put her hands at her hips. “I told you two to leave me be, remember?”

Apoch and Astreal jumped up to their knees with fearful squeaks and nodded while holding their hands over their mouths.

“We’re sorry, Ms. Charlotte,” Apoch pleaded softly.

“We know you wanted alone time, but we have troubling news,” Astreal remorsefully informed.

“I haven’t come, I haven’t come yet!” Charlotte yelled out. “That’s the only troubling news I have to fret over right now!”

The twins jumped with a gasp before quickly moving forward towards her, the alpha then using both her boots against their heads to stop them as they tried to lean down onto her lap.

“Don’t bother!” Charlotte ordered pushing them back. “You can’t satisfy me!”

“Please let us try,” Apoch pleaded while still trying to push forward against her alpha’s foot.

“It’s the least we can do for ruining your time alone,” Astreal insisted as she did the same.

“No, you don’t understand!” Charlotte yelled before shoving them away and getting back onto her feet. “Nothing is satisfying me! I can’t stop thinking about him, can’t stop imagining him fucking me, I need him!”

“Him?” the twins asked together.

Charlotte glared at them with glowing eyes, the two girls trembling as the air around their alpha distorted slightly from her frustration and pent up urges.

“Oh,
him
,” the twins nervously said.

“Where are those fragments of Eden?” Charlotte demanded. “The sooner they are brought here the sooner my beloved Daemon will return to me!”

“We haven’t heard of any witches finding them yet, Ms. Charlotte,” Apoch reported shaking her head.

“If you wish we can send out a search for your human instead,” Astreal humbly offered. “I assure you we can locate and bring him in without trouble.”

“I disagree,” Charlotte argued. “And that is no ordinary human. He’s the only human I want between my legs now. He resisted my charms, he fought off Darker Ones without a problem, he wields a sword of legend, he is by no means ordinary, and as I’ve said to you before we cannot use force with him. He
will
fight back, and I don’t want to hurt my beloved in order to feel him inside me, I just couldn’t draw his blood and smile about it.”

“But we can detain and bring him here, really we can,” Apoch insisted.

“We shall not fall to him, nor will we harm him in doing so,” Astreal assured.

“No!” Charlotte yelled out at them, the twins cowering before her and hugging each other with fearful whines. “If
any
witch so much as touches a hair on his head then they will answer to me!”

“Ms. Charlotte,” the twins squeaked out fearfully.

“I will not trust any witch to handle my beloved Daemon,” Charlotte threatened with a stern glare. “If any were to try then they’d better pray he kills them before I get my hands on them, do you understand?”

“Yes, Ms. Charlotte,” the twins nervously replied. “No witch in Eden shall disturb him, we shall see to that.”

“Spread this word to all witches in Eden,” Charlotte ordered. “If any witch dares to touch
my
Daemon, then they will answer directly to Charlotte the Invincible!”

Apoch and Astreal quickly nodded with fright at their alpha, knowing that when she referred to herself in full with her respected moniker that meant she was by no means playing around.

“They shall all know, we promise,” Apoch hastily agreed.

“Please calm down, Ms. Charlotte,” Astreal begged.

“I can’t!” Charlotte cried out before holding her hands between her legs. “Nothing is quelling the fire in my loins that Daemon ignited all those nights ago! I’m so frustrated I could just… I could just…”

“Please, no!” the twins cried out as Apoch hid in her sister’s bosom out of fright.

Outside the manor Charlotte’s furious roar was heard moments before the building erupted with dozens of obsidian blades striking out through all the walls, windows, and ground around the residence. Other witches screamed and quickly backed away while staring in surprise as the manor had dust billowing up around it while the exterior was covered in sharpened blades that had torn through it in every direction. Inside the study Apoch and Astreal were staring with terror as all around them obsidian blades were seen piercing through the floors and walls, many of them coming dangerously close to impaling the sisters from all sides. Tatters of pages from torn books and lingering dust drifted through the air while the furniture had been broken and skewered by the blades. The crystal ball showing Daemon’s image was lodged between three of the magically summoned razors while Charlotte stood before the twins with a cold look in her eye.

“Ms. Charlotte,” Apoch and Astreal whimpered fearfully.

“Find me those fragments,” Charlotte ordered with an aura the twins believed could have come from a Darker One. “I will have my Daemon again. Every square inch of his body, his unwavering spirit, his perfect seeds that he has within him, I
will
have that man and all that he is, and I will have him soon.
Am I clear
?”

“Yes, crystal,” the twins quickly replied.

Charlotte took a slow breath as she closed her eyes, with the blades throughout the manor then slowly receding with metallic whines and screeches. Apoch and Astreal trembled in place together as they watched their alpha, neither wishing to upset her further by speaking too soon.

“Now,” Charlotte said opening her eyes and watching the two carefully. “What is the troubling news that you came here to report?”

“Perhaps now isn’t the best time to speak about such matters,” Astreal nervously said with a weak smile.

“We should get this place cleaned up for you,” Apoch quickly offered. “As well as alert our sisters that all is well again.”

“Apoch. Astreal,” Charlotte sternly said with narrowed eyes. “Tell me why you interrupted me or else you are going to be
very
sorry.”

The twins jumped with fearful squeaks then quickly got back onto their feet with nervous expressions.

“Well,” Astreal carefully said. “There’s… something we wanted to bring to your attention.”

“The forest of Ritherwood,” Apoch said slowly pointing towards the window. “It’s… burning again.”

Charlotte looked at them carefully then slowly walked over to her balcony which had holes in it from the piercing blades earlier. She walked out onto the ledge and gazed around at the forest, her eyes then spotting a large cloud of black smoke billowing up in the distance. The forest surrounding Rystone was alive with old trees and small banks of fog drifting about within it, however further out the landscape shifted to a dark and decaying timberland. The forest of Ritherwood remained dead and dried up after the infamous Wildfire Witch had scorched the land many years ago, yet as Charlotte carefully peered into the horizon she saw smoke coming up from the lifeless forest once again.