“Have a nice stay?” Thia shook her head, “How can the sign say that when all we’ve been doing is fretting and worrying about how to get home? We don’t even know how we got in here!”
“That’s what I’m here for.”
The kids swung around. A man with white, frazzled hair walked towards them. The wind blew his tunic sideways and it seemed as though it were moving in and out of focus. Thia looked at Rick and Davy, then she slowly put one foot in front of the other.
“Sir, are you here to help us?” Thia’s voice trembled. She forced herself to remain calm.
“Indeed I am.” The man approached her and held out his worn, grey hand. Thia clasped it in welcome, relaxing slightly when she realized he was old enough to be her great-grandfather.
“You see, I’m here to help the visitors get through the Mazes and care for them. What can I do for you, my friends?”
Davy cleared his throat and glanced at the sack on the man’s back.
“Well, we uhh...just fell in here, I don’t quite know how. Uh, we’d like to go back home. If you please would tell us how we’ll be going on our way.”
At this the elderly man laughed and sat down on the ground in front of them. The three friends, somewhat unnerved, also sat down. It would be rude if they kept standing and staring at his white head, right?
“My name, friends, is Milkweed. I’m the Keeper of the Mazes, in fact, I was here when my Creator built them and I know every twist and turn and dead end.” He winked at them, then continued on, “I know your story. You were tossed to this planet by an angel who saved you from the clutches of a demon and his trouble making. Good news is, you’re alive and have survived the transition safely. Bad news is you cannot go back the way you came in, you must go forward.”
Land of Mazes by Squeaks is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 2.5 Canada License.