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.