The Mehliad

Chapter 9
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.

We turned down an alley, desperate to lose the angry mob, but I knew it was only a matter of time until they had us. I worried we’d be torn limb from limb or, worse, I would be torn limb from limb while being forced to listen to Geoff scold me about embracing synergy or whatever. Suddenly a cracked, rotten door on my left opened and a voice croaked out from the darkness.

“Here.” I didn’t need a second invitation. I lurched wildly out of my sprint to throw myself at the door.

Geoff followed hot on my heels as I heard the door shut behind us. I could hear muffled cries of “He went that way!” and “I think I see him there!” and “Let me show you this video of an otter eating a muffin!” I took a second to catch my breath.

“Thanks,” I panted, “These guys take their Overlords seriously.”

“Yes,” the voice croaked back from the darkness, “We like it that way.”