The Melonoid Story Chapter 8: Welcome HomeI was laying in the snow for what seemed hours. I couldn't move, talk, or feel. I could hear, look, and smell. I knew this be smelling the smoke of my ship, looking at the ship, and hearing footsteps walking to me. He came back to finish the job, I thought. The person rolled my body over to face him. It wasn't the mercenary, but a man with red and blue lensed glasses. He wore a white jacket with black pants and boots. "Hey" he said. " ImThe Melonoid Story Chapter 8: Welcome Home by Your-Boy-Tincan
Metla, cmon, I'll take you to my house"
I awoke sometime later with Metla, I think his name was, sitting infront of me. "Great! Your awake!" He said. " Where am I?" I asked. "The Howling Fjord." He answered. He must have noticed my suprised look because the next thing he asked was "What's wrong?" "I live here, in the Fjord." I said. "There's some stuff in my house, if you wouldn't mind taking me." "Alright, let's go."
We stepped outside into the snow covered grounds of the fjord. " I live a block away from the Miles Mansion." I told him. "So, how did y