The Fairy Diary Day 57 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

We did not want to move for fear that Rumble would miss us if he were to return. I noticed that Dunfallon’s eyes were reddening – perhaps tearing up over his concern for his friend, though more likely on account of his constant scanning for any sign him. (Dunfallon assumed Rumble would remove his invisibility cloak on approach).

Finally we decided we could no longer wait. In the past I had used the pendant to find Rumble, so I called on it again to lead us to our friend. 

We were astonished when it led us back on the path upon which we came. 

And there we found him hovering in the air. Clearly in a trance. 

I was able to break the spell that entranced him. 

But he awoke startled, not knowing us at first. And with no idea where he’d been or what had happened to him.

The Fairy Diary Day 56 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

The sand is giving way to solid rock as we approach an area littered with formations of stone thrust up from the earth. The mountain goat welcomes the change. Dunfallon let her run free while he walked with us a while. 

We all wondered if this were our destination – given the similarity to the stones here and those that formed the mountain that brought us to this land. The increase of the pull on my pendant would seem to say “Yes.”

Rumble insisted we wait while he went forward to investigate under the cover of his cloak of invisibility. 

Dunfallon and I waited into the evening, but our friend did not return.  

The Fairy Diary Day 55 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

I had dreams over night of calamities befalling Nonin-gal-dith. Horrible scenes of slaughter and fire and voices crying out in the darkness. 

The night for Dunfallon and Rumble was also filled with disturbing visions. 

Before we set out again one glance between the pixie and me caused him to speak up. He said he meant what he said back in the dwarf stronghold – no matter how much he wanted to be back with them – he promises to see us through the crisis. 

I was relieved. And ashamed that I had ever doubted him. For his heart is as true as Rumble’s and mine. 

And yet each of us is being sorely tried with thoughts of home continuing throughout the day. Made all the harder by the silence in the very air around us. 

The Fairy Diary Day 54 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

This morning found us in another trackless waste. The plants are fewer and farther in between. And none of them in blossom. Rumble and I were able to coax some to bloom, but they soon withered. 

Dunfallon discovered how to wring water out of one particular plant for us and his goat. 

It was during one of these frequent rests to procure more moisture that Rumble noticed a cloud of sand rising in the distance.

It was headed straight for us. And swiftly. 

We had just enough time to steer out of its way. 

It was another army of trolls – pushed along by something. One could not see it – more like feel its presence and the force it exerted. 

They passed in a rush of wind. 

We wondered if we were supposed to pursue and oppose their transit to our land. 

But my pendant was pulling me onward- to where the army of trolls had come from. 

The Fairy Diary Day 53 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

When we arrived at the base of the mountain we were no longer in the same land. Instead of a depression in the middle of a plain, we stepped onto a sandy desert. We could not have been more surprised. Our pixie’s goat had to be restrained from turning around and climbing back up the mountain. 

If not for another message from the High Fairy, we all might have joined Dunfallon’s mount on its desperate attempt to flee this unwelcome place. 

Satisfied we were where we needed to be, we pushed onwards keeping the mountain to our backs. (The only way I could think to navigate). 

And just like on our world we passed through a veil into a more inviting terrain. 

Rumble was particularly gratified to see plants here – with wildly exotic blooms.

The Fairy Diary Day 52 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

We were at a loss as to what to do. The clouds had dissipated, yet the mountain goes on and on. And the paths up became more difficult. Dunfallon followed one after the other, only to encounter one dead end after another. 

Rumble and I tried to fly beyond the impasses but were buffeted by increasing winds and forced back. 

At the last I consulted my communications with the High Fairy and there was a new message from him – the single word “Descend.”

We did so. 

Our descent should have been rapid since Dunfallon knew the way and avoided all the false trails. But we were all awash with a sense of defeat and greatly disenheartened. 

I for one look forward to be down and off of these rocks.

The Fairy Diary Day 51 #TFDbyRWOz2

The Narrator breaks in:

I was wakened from a deep sleep by a dream that continued in my conscious state. 

Or perhaps I just thought I had awakened. 

In the dream I was cocooned in my bedroom one minute and in the next I was on a strange jumble of a mountain being blown against its craggy rocks by a whirlwind of rain. 

When lightning began flashing I turned my back and hugged the stones against the following crash of thunder. 

Time seemed to stand still with the storm rolling on interminably. 

I remember feeling soaked to the skin, but not cold. Though I should have been. 

Then at some point I realized that my surroundings were exactly like Meribabell had written about in his diary. And the next instant I was back in my room wet from sweat not rain.

The Fairy Diary Day 50 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

We stopped just short of the clouds yesterday. They darkened into a thunderstorm and drove us to seek shelter. Thankfully our scout Dunfallon knew a perfect place for us to wait out the storm. A hollow space where a stone should have been, but was not. 

As the storm grew in intensity so did my sense that an evil magic was at play. 

It turned into a fitful night. Dunfallon was hard pressed to keep his goat calm. Rumble himself was constantly pacing. 

We ventured forth the next morning to begin our climb again, we discovered that it was not morning, but night had rolled in again. 

We had lost a day.

The Fairy Diary Day 49 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

We ascended in stages. Dunfallon was more than happy to scout ahead. Especially as Rumble has loaned him his cloak of invisibility. It covers both pixie and mountain goat quite easily (though the goat was a mite skittish at first). 

More than one path winds its way up the stones and Dunfallon wanted to check them all. Several times he came back to report a dead end and to direct us onto another path. I’m sure we could have easily flown ourselves and our scouts up to the next level but that would have spoiled his fun. 

Besides by our thoroughness I believe we are gaining more insight into the mind that put this movable mountain in place. 

I am particularly struck by the absence of guards or any one or thing to oppose our passage. 

Though I feel we are being watched, my pendant is unmoved by any danger.

The Fairy Diary Day 48 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Dunfallon is unhappy. Again. I have not allowed him to return to the depression. That I have left to Rumble, for he can more safely survey what is going on there with his cloak of invisibility. He left his travel cloak here and ventured forth with it alone. 

I kept the pixie busy looking for forage for his steed. He knew his actions could not escape my notice, so he was dutiful to remain in my view. 

Later my calm was disturbed by the growing warmth of my pendant. It was Rumble returning. Absent-mindedly he’d forgotten to remove his cloak. 

He waited for Dunfallon to join us before reporting his findings. The trolls are gone. Not a sign of them anywhere. The stones have taken on the form of a high mountain whose top now lies somewhere in the clouds above. 

Rumble ended by asking, “What next?”

This prompted me to bring out the scroll. The High Fairy had answered with a single word, “Ascend.”