The Fairy Diary Day 28 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

The tracks we have been following run as straight as an arrow. Which is odd. For there is a constant up and down as we climb and descend hill after hill. One would think a more level and less arduous route would have been pursued. 

If anything it is revealing of the singleness of mind of the enemy. And perhaps, just perhaps, its weakness. 

All day Rumble kept close to our tiny friend, who continues to be very helpful, drawing from his knowledge of the terrain. 

Yet on our midday stop Dunfallon told us that he will soon be at the limit of his experience. And from what others have told him no pixie towns are to be found thereafter. Rather he fears the tales that trolls and dwarves dwell there, especially the closer one gets to the mountain. 

And that appears to be the destination of the mysterious tracks.

The Fairy Diary Day 27 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

In his forays in and around the burrows Rumble had discovered some suspicious tracks. He thinks they may be those left by the enemy when they attacked. Similar ones lead away. 

I concurred. So we set out to follow them whithersoever they lead. 

At first we had to restrain Dunfallon from running on ahead. Both Rumble and I feared for his state of mind. His grief was passing and something darker was taking its place. 

Finally I called a halt and we confronted him about it. 

He was resistant at first and loudly insisted on continuing on his own. 

I locked him in my arms and held him gently. He had no real strength to wriggle free. And at last fell quiet. 

I assured him that we would find those responsible. But added that we would handle things in a right and just way, not in a wrong or unjust way.  

The Fairy Diary Day 26 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

We kept to a small space formed under an immense rock at the foot of a knoll. It was the childhood playground of the younger Dunfallon. He is finding some solace here. 

I tasked Rumble to search for any clues in and about the burrows that would help us understand the enemy. 

I kept Dunfallon occupied and awaited instructions from the High Fairy.

I did not receive an answer until after Rumble returned. Rumble found a residual pool of darkness deep within each burrow. He let them lie where they lay. 

And the High Fairy’s instructions call for me to pursue what seems right to me.

The Fairy Diary Day 25 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

The High Fairy replied, but his message was not discernible at first. The scroll had turned black within its case. I held it up to the sunlight to dispel the murk. After long moments of stillness his words surfaced from beneath the blackness. 

The strokes of his pen were as equally dark with foreboding. The High Fairy warned that tragedy lay ahead. 

It did little to prepare us for the reality. Least of all for our new found companion, Dunfallon.

He had skipped ahead in his excitement to be home – only to be greeted by scenes of destruction and slaughter. 

Rumble rushed to his side to comfort him. And attempted to hold him back from his family burrow. Unsuccessfully. 

I led us out of the burrows immediately. 

We still do not know what our enemy looks like. But we have seen his cruelty.

The Fairy Diary Day 24 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Dunfallon reports that we should arrive at our destination tomorrow. Rumble gets more excited with each landmark that the little fellow points out. And there have been a lot of those. I can easily imagine that he knows every blade of grass upon this whole plain and would know if any were out of place. 

He should prove very valuable when we set up the defenses for his people in the rolling hills. 

I am anxious even though the strange darkness has not returned. Or rather precisely because it has not returned. 

I wrote to the High Fairy but so far he has not replied. I shall keep him informed with my impressions. He seems to think they are worth something.

The Fairy Diary Day 23 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

So much has happened today – I hardly know where to begin. Our peril has been dire. And by comparison then how much greater (and surprising) has been our salvation. 

Our rest was interrupted midway through the night. A cold presence crept into our camp and a darkness covered the glowing moon. Its shadow enveloped Rumbletwist. And he lay there paralyzed. All I could see were his eyes pleading for my help. 

I called out for help myself. Rumble later told me that light swirled around the camp and collected upon my person and pushed the darkness back. 

The light held the darkness at bay until a tiny figure bounded into camp at dawn’s first streak of light. 

He was the tiniest pixie I have ever seen. 

He stood aghast at our plight. But then chuckled mightily as the darkness melted away.

His name is Dunfallon. And he comes from the pixie burrows in the rolling hills ahead. 

He and Rumble have become fast friends as we traveled the plain. He kept us from many pitfalls along the way.

The Fairy Diary Day 22 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

It has been a long tiring day of travel. We had a pixie escort for the first half of the day. They left us when the forest gave way to a broad spreading plain and turned aside to help their brethren who inhabit and farm the area. 

Our goal lies straight across the plain to the rolling hills that ring a lone mountain peak. There another pixie band awaits our arrival. They had sent word to their woodland cousins of strange sightings thereabouts. 

Rumbletwist proves to be a marvelous companion. So full of stories that make our burdens light. And very knowledgeable – there is very little we have come across that he does not know the name for or how to use it or avoid it, if necessary. 

But most surprising of all he has deferred to my judgement for all decisions – making me in effect – leader. 

Beloved Father

Beloved Father

Beloved husband
Of one wife
Beloved father
Grand and great grand
Beloved friend
To all in his orbit
Stillness now covers
The frenetic pace
Time is run out here
And begun elsewhere
Rounded third base
And now safe at home
Beyond the hurley burley
Beyond our view
Under restful skies
By the side of the Eternal
Father and Husband
And Friend.


We buried my father yesterday. I wrote these thoughts as a tribute to him.

Love you, Dad.

The Fairy Diary Day 21 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabel writes:

I have caught my breath today. Things go much easier when I have tasks to perform with clear goals in view. So thankful for the direction of the High Fairy. 

Rumble and I have been setting the groundwork for the defense of the pixie burrows. He has brought fairy magic to combine with that of the pixies. This should render them hidden from all sentient beings. 

We will still have to seek out an encounter with the forces aligned against us in order to put our defenses to the supreme test. 

Rumble and I hope to sally forth into the unknown regions to the west. 

The Fairy Diary Day 20 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

It has taken almost a full day to read the note from the High Fairy. The single page has grown into a scroll. 

I cannot believe it. I was lured out here under a false pretense. 

Rumble had no answers to my many questions about this change. I now know he was not the enemy that all supposed. He is quite devoted to the High Fairy, and to the Fairy Kingdom. And as such was only acting the part of a villain for a higher purpose. 

I know nothing as to what comes next. The message from the High Fairy only goes on in great detail about the great dangers we are all facing. There is a great evil abroad, threatening all the kingdoms surrounding the Fairy Kingdom. Rumble and I are here to help the pixies prepare to meet this peril. 

I feel so inadequate, so unequal to this task.