The Fairy Diary Day 690 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Today will live long in my memory.

I set aside my armor and my pendants for the first time in an age. Clothed in a robe of gossamer and shod with golden sandals I was escorted before a throne at the entrance of the repository by my closest friends – Rumble, Dunfallon, and Noralei. Tinadell smiled down at me. Flanking him were Merlin and the prime minister on one side, and Gibley with the five dragons on the other. Everyone in my dream of yesterday was in attendance. So many faces, and all smiling for me.

The Fairy King addressed me, “Meribabell of Nonin-gal-dith you have found favor with me and our fairy folk. You are worthy to take up the mantle of the High Fairy.”

At this the prime minster stepped forward and spread the mantle over my robe.

Tinadell then continued, “And if you promise to faithfully serve me and the fairy folk…”

At this I replied, “ Yes, I promise.”

“ Then receive the sign for your office.” He turned to Merlin and handed him the chain of office – whose gems glistened like a rainbow in the sun.

The wizard stood before me, knelt, and placed the honor around my neck. Its weight settled there and then lightened by its own power, spreading its warmth over my whole being.

The cheers of all reflected off of the trees of the repository behind the throne, and seemed to center upon the spot where I stood. Gabhe at that instant added his bleats of praise and seemed to bound everywhere.

Navril and Herblas then ushered my friends and me from before the dias to the great common area of the repository.

I admit that my tears kept me blurry-eyed thereafter.

And the idea consumed my thoughts that tomorrow upon my return to Nonin-gal-dith, my work truly begins.

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The Fairy Diary Day 521 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

I am captured. 

I was snatched off from behind Gibley when Cluyjil had halted and lingered while the others plowed ahead. 

Noralei had just exclaimed that she saw the enemy and was rallying everyone to the attack. In my helpless state (I was bound and gagged), all I could see were flames erupting from our dragons and coating a large snarling creature far ahead of where I was. 

Then nothingness …

Until I awoke here. Wherever that is. 

It is a confined space – hemmed in by stone in all directions. It is no longer cold, something to be thankful for. I still have my armor, quiver and bow, my pendants, my scroll and diary. 

Surprised none of that was taken from me. 

I toyed with the idea of writing to the High Fairy, asking to be summoned back, but realized that that would only happen when on the dragons. And not knowing the outcome of the assault on the creature, I did not know if my friends needed to go back or not.  The best I can do for now is just wait. 

The Fairy Diary Day 517 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Rayjil took the lead, and we followed after her and her riders. Atop her, Noralei, kept us in close contact at every turning, grouping us so that we traveled in the darkness together. And thus allowing what light our crystals produced and what our armor reflected to bathe us continually.

We were well prepared for the darkness, but not quite so for the cold. I could feel it in my wings – so much so that they throbbed with pain. And the same pain was in my hands.

I have been checking my scroll often since arriving here on the other side. Our hope is that the High Fairy and l will still be able to communicate. So far nothing from him has found its way to the bottom. I scratched out a few thoughts there in hopes he would see them.

I try not to dwell on thoughts of what may lie ahead – of the dangers we may face – or what the adversary may fling against us. 

The Fairy Diary Day 514 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

There was no way around it. Necessity dictated that we practice first. And Merlin and the High Fairy ran us nonstop through the night. (Besides, as Noralei pointed out, doing it in the dark would give us all a taste of what to expect on the other side).

At first we concentrated on Navril, the only one of us with no experience riding dragons. We each took a turn riding with him on Conjil. Thankfully he proved quite adept (and I do believe even better than Dunfallon). Thus, we were able to move on to flying in formation. 

For that we worked out our assignments. Noralei and Herblas on Rayjil; Dunfallon and Navril on Conjil; and Gibley and I on Cluyjil. 

After those maneuvers ran smoothly we added armor and armaments. Our mounts were more than meet for the added weight. (Though some had doubts that with the crystals they may not be necessary). 

In the afternoon Merlin pronounced us ready. We are to rest for now. Then come sunset we shall set out for the other side. 

The Fairy Diary Day 437 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

We located the wall section that houses the gate into the capital, but it turned out not to be what we were hoping for. Having exhausted other possibilities I believed that there may not be any way to get in from the outside – and the thought was growing that its controlling mechanism only operates from within. 

I mentioned this to Rumble and he reminded me that if it had been modified as a trap surely Bifitz would not have allowed access to it from the inside. Otherwise those trapped might possibly find it and extricate themselves. 

We were thus in our quandary when the High Fairy arrived with a phalanx of fairy troops. Merlin explained what Gnoston had told us and our recent findings. Between the two of them they felt they could raise the structure long enough for one of us to slip in to help Gilgorgon. 

I volunteered. 

After removing my armor – retaining only my pendants, I took up a position in front of the gate area. Merlin and the High Fairy took their positions on opposite sides of the structure – and the phalanx of fairies filled in the gaps along the perimeter. 

At a signal from Rumble they lifted all together. When a whoosh of air was sucked into the slim opening I rushed in with it. 

The Fairy Diary Day 373 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

This passageway is so different from the Low-way of the dwarves. Traveling along them was like walking the halls of an ornate castle. At those places where a descent was called for, a grand staircase was hewn from the rock for the purpose – often there were twin staircases. Dunfallon tells us that Gilgorgon’s predecessors were highly skilled craftsmen, and they somewhat snobbishly looked down upon their distant kinsmen that were only miners. Such attitudes hint to me just how difficult our secondary mission may be to accomplish. 

Rumble had been given permission to light each section we passed into, from stores of oil placed along the way for that very purpose. It was a nice luxury, especially when thinking ahead to relying on my pendant and the glow from our armor once we enter the Low-way again. 

Talking about that eventuality, brought up thoughts of Willie – especially to our pixie – and wondering where he was now – and what he was up to. 

The Fairy Diary Day 369 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

The meeting to discuss custody of the dragon egg was limited solely to Gilgorgon and Merlin. Although the wizard wrung a concession from the king of the dwarves to allow testimony from Dunfallon. 

Later when the pixie was called for, he was not nearby. I left the antechamber and retrieved him from the caverns below. He was playing a game of nine pins and really did not want to leave off, as he was winning. I convinced his opponent to suspend their game until later. He left Gabhe behind to keep an eye on things. 

After I delivered him, I was settling in for another wait when my pendant grew warm to the touch and it pulled me along through passageway after passageway- gallery after gallery until I was soon somewhere under the mountain unfamiliar to me. 

The air was much warmer down there. And I knew without asking that I had arrived in the area where the dragon egg was being kept. 

Or had been kept. 

The doors to the nesting chamber were wide open and the only evidence that a guard had been in place were the arms and armor scattered on the floor and the particles of ash swirling in the air about me.

I hurried back up to raise the alarm.

The Fairy Diary Day 340 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

We met no resistance at this end of the city. I would of thought the area deserted except for the furtive figures of what I took to be female dark elves and their children peeping out of the windows of the buildings lining the crooked streets. 

I remember being thankful that our fears about Willie had not come to pass. No hue and cry had been raised. We went about freely. 

It was not until the city center that we encountered any opposition. There the dark elf reserves were mustered awaiting orders. 

The Dromadil pixies burst in upon them with a fury that took me aback. The destruction they meted out was like watching the goblins at war. I could not believe my eyes. 

Then, I realized that they must have been in the grips of that entity Noralei and I had struggled against on the Low-way. 

So fearful were the dark elf troops to get away that they fled to the canyonlands side of the city and opened the gates in their panic to flee the pixies. This despite their brethren’s resistance to this action. 

I called on Navril and his elves, and Noralei and Rumble to bring order and discipline to the Dromadil pixies. 

Dunfallon would have been best for the task, but with the nearness to the outside world he had summoned his eagle and together they were everywhere – in and out of the stronghold. 

I so wanted to summon Merlin. 

But then I simply did what I knew I had to do. Removed my cloak – held my pendant in front of my armor and rose above the city. 

In the blinding flash that followed all activity ceased. 

As we pieced things together later, this got Dunfallon’s attention, and his gaze fell upon a chalice atop the highest tower in the stronghold. At the same instant Noralei noticed it too. She arrived before he could and wrenched it from its place. 

The result was immediate. As with a great sigh of relief the Dromadil pixies came to their senses. 

The dark elves stacked their arms and surrendered.

The Fairy Diary Day 325 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Three times now we have taken cover when parties of dark elves passed by on the main thoroughfare. Twice Dunfallon gave us the warning when he covered the glow from his armor and we hid in the shadows cast by the flickering firebrands borne by the dark elves. 

A total of twenty. 

After that Noralei kept watch on our rear. It was her turn to warn us when five came running back by us. 

We assumed the others were caught up in our traps. 

More than ever I felt the urgency to get off the Low-way entirely and off onto any parallel passage. 

Shortly after we found a stream that flowed across the Low-way, and we entered its entranceway and found what we were looking for.

The Fairy Diary Day 39 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

We have beat back the dark. All of us fighting side by side, covering one another – filling in where the other is weak or at a disadvantage. Yet I sense it was not due to ourselves alone that we survived the day without a single casualty. 

And we have seen the face of the enemy. They were indeed trolls, but not living trolls. With unseeing eyes they came at us. At the first just one at a time, so they were easy to dispatch despite their great bulk. 

But then as the hours advanced and the darkness grew, a great lumbering wave of them came at us. 

For a moment a sinking feeling threatened to overwhelm me. Then, beneath my cloak I felt my pendant stirring. I tossed off my cloak, freeing my wings. And rose into the air taking a position above the stronghold. 

Rumble told me afterwards that a flash of light from the pendant, reinforced by the gleam from my armor flooded the air around us and dispelled the darkness completely. 

Our foes simply collapsed where they stood, as if marionettes whose strings were cut.