The Mehliad

Chapter 12
Continuing the tale of young Dan Fogelberg (no not that one), who fell asleep in a storm and woke in a fantastical, creepy land. Beyond that, your guess is as good as ours. (Catch up here.)

It took roughly 45 minutes for us to get completely lost. Geoff kept teasing me about this whole trip home being a lost cause. Goggles wouldn’t stop apologizing for his navigational searches returning no results, and Norton has gone completely mad - he insisted we stop the ship every hour and let him scan it for threats.

“No threat detected,” puffed Norton as he climbed up from the ship’s hold, “but that doesn’t mean they’re not still there. The ship’s performance could be affected, you know.” I stared at the cloudless sky, with nothing but ocean waves below us, and sighed. I knew it wouldn’t be easy to find my way home from Monolito, but I didn’t realize it would all go to hell so quickly. I turned and noticed Aoelh silently standing by my side, sharing the view.

“Do you think we’ll find land, Aoelh?”

“Goodbye,” came the sing-song reply as he walked off to go below deck.