chronicles of eden - act I by alexander gordon Read Free Book Online Page A

the sky, smiling at her friend as she held her legs close to her. After a while she looked to his backpack behind him.
    "Hey, Daniel, mind if I look at your book again?" she asked. Opening only one eye he glanced to her then to his bag. Reaching back he undid the flap, and then pulled out the monster guide. As he handed it towards her the two heard a girl’s scream echo out. They jumped a bit and looked around as nobody was seen nearby.
    "Did you hear that?" Triska asked.
    "Yeah… but where did it come from?" Daniel asked as they stood up.
    Again the scream echoed out, with the two travelers looking around trying to find the source. Daniel hastily put the book away and put his backpack on as Triska grabbed her duffel bag and swung it over her shoulder with one hand. Daniel watched with awe and disbelief at just how strong this girl really was before scanning the surrounding area quickly.
    "I think it was this way, c'mon!" Triska yelled as she took off. Daniel followed quickly after, the two running as fast as they could. They raced up a hill then looked around carefully. After they scanned the nearby area they looked off to the side and spotted something. Down at the base of the hill near the dirt road a carriage was seen flipped over onto its side, with a white horse still hitched to it and bucking around while neighing loudly. The white cover top carriage was starting on fire as a few men were standing around the area, all holding pitchforks and torches. They were dressed as normal villagers with brown pants and linen shirts, the four men glaring at the travel carriage as it started to burn.
    "What's going on? Are they thieves?" Daniel asked cautiously. Triska looked around then shrugged.
    "Beats me, I'm just wondering who screamed earlier," she said carefully.
    A few of the men tossed their torches onto the carriage as another cut free the horse, the animal crying out before it took off. The men watched the fires spread across the carriage as they held their pitchforks at the ready. Daniel and Triska glanced to each other then crouched down low to the ground.
    "What should we do?" Daniel asked quietly.
    "Not sure, I don't know what's going on but it's probably best not to get involved if we don't have to," Triska said simply.
    Another scream came from the carriage, the voice of a young girl crying out as the fires grew larger.
    "Burn in hell you bitch!" one of the men yelled out at the flaming carriage.
    "Somebody's in that thing," Daniel said with surprise.
    "That sounded like a little girl," Triska said with wide eyes. She growled then dropped her bag to the ground, standing up and unsheathing her sword. The metallic ring echoed out as she gripped the handle tightly with two hands.
    "Stay here, Daniel, I'll handle these creeps," she said with a glare. She raced down the hill as Daniel watched with worry. He looked to the large duffel bag she dropped then back down towards the burning carriage.
    Down at the base of the hill the four men who had their pitchforks in hand were watching the flames grow higher as the wood and cloth of the carriage burned brightly.
    "Is she dead?" one asked cautiously.
    "We'll make sure she is," another said with narrowed eyes.
    "Hey!" Triska yelled out. The men looked over to see her charging them with her sword held to the side, glaring at the men with anger.
    "What the hell do you think you’re doing?" she roared. She swung her blade towards one of the men, the villager jumping back quickly to avoid the swipe as the sword sliced through the air. Following around with her swing she swung downward at the man, the blade being stopped by the steel end of his pitchfork. The man grunted then pushed the girl away, with Triska then darting back and swiping at him quickly. As he dodged back the other three men raced over to them.
    "What do you think you're doing?" Triska yelled out at them.
    "This doesn't concern you, girl, get out of here now," one of them warned.
    "You murdering bastards, how