Land of the Lost: Chapter 4

Nicholas Fyodorovich

IV

In Circles

Wait. We were in the warehouse. What is this?

I spat on the floor and ran ahead. I passed a picture of some dead hippies from the sixties. Then I stopped running, panting. I saw my spit on the ground.

Hmm...I'm going in circles...this place looks like the basement of the Kremlin....

Yep, can only be one place. The Labyrinth. But wait, I thought. Didn't Mr. Supreme-Olympian-Sally's-Father get my ole' brother Daedelus to destroy this place? Must be reforming. One mysterious place.

"Son!" A voice called out in Russian!

"Holy crap!"

A ghost materialized before my eyes.

"Son! Stop this! Think clearly!"

Wait a minute. I knew this guy. All too well.

"Hey Granpappy, nice of you to show up over 200 years after you died."

"Pay attention son! You are obviously being distracted!"

"Stop calling me son, you're my ancestor who left me as a Russian New York kid instead of the Tsesarevich in the Kremlin!"

WIP!