The Fairy Diary Day 388 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

The four of us resisted the urge to run off on our first impulse – or impulses, as we surely would have scattered in every direction. As it is, after some deliberation we did divide into two groups – Rumble and Dunfallon went off with the goblin party that will be exploring an offshoot from the confirmed dragon lair. Noralei and I planned to interrogate Hawk for any details Merlin may have missed. 

To that end we asked for and were granted the prisoner’s release from his chains. However, at the goblin commander’s insistence he was placed into a cage. We found him docile, awake, and somewhat willing to talk. 

What we wanted to know was why he desired to obtain the dragon egg. He was more responsive to Noralei than to me. And after some patient questioning we learned that he believed that with the egg he at the least would have control of the dragon, and most certainly would have control of the hatchling when its time came. 

“Besides,” he added manner-of-factly, “the black bird commanded him to do it.”

He admitted afterwards that it was an outworking of the effect of the curse upon him. 

How intricate is the evil woven against us.

The Fairy Diary Day 366 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

The High Fairy broke the spell that bound Dunfallon’s memory. It was as the image in the crystal portrayed it. The black bird had precipitated the pixie’s fall from the eagle, and chased his mount from the sky. It later appeared in Willie’s lair daily while he languished in the cage. 

Dunfallon awoke many times becoming aware that the two were discussing him. Their voices so low that he never could understand their meaning. Save for one time when he saw an image projected above the crystal. 

In the shimmering light he clearly made out exact representations of the dragon eggs he had seen with his own eyes. 

Then a strange thing happened – the Will’o’the Wisp reached for the eggs – and the crystal burst into flame. The black bird was quite upset with Willie and left. 

I knew immediately what I had to do. I stepped out of the burrow, grasped my pendant and summoned Merlin. 

A gust of wind forced my eyes closed and when I reopened them – the wizard stood before me. The others joined us and together we explained the latest.

The Fairy Diary Day 365 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Nailbiter gave over to us his private audience chamber so we fairies (including the High Fairy) could question Dunfallon about his captivity. There are so many details that he could not recall. It was our hope that we could jog his memory. Especially as to what Willie had done – and what the Wisp was planning next. 

It had been disappointing to find the crystal cover to the chalice charred and cracked. I held its pieces and examined them throughout the questioning. 

What Dunfallon recalls was being knocked off his eagle and somehow being caught by Willie. It was a pleasant encounter at the first – Willie was friendly, even apologetic for his recent behavior. 

Noralei pointed to his silver whistle and asked why he had not used it to summon his eagle. By the pixie’s blank stare we all knew that there was a spell of forgetfulness at work. 

Rumble, Noralei and I left him in the care of his excellency to deal with the enchantment. 

We gathered outside the burrow to examine further the broken crystal. In the afternoon sunshine a facet to one of the crystal pieces flashed. Looking closer we could see a repeated image of our pixie being pushed off his eagle by the black bird.

The Fairy Diary Day 358 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Not having any thing further with which to busy ourselves, Noralei, Rumble, and I took our ease. We walked and talked down in the gardens of the courtyard, telling our dreams and wishes for when all this is over. Looking forward to again being home in Nonin-gal-dith. 

Of course our conversation often strayed to Dunfallon and his quest to find Willie, but we resisted the urge to join Merlin in his workshop as he followed our pixie’s progress.

Then, our calm and quiet was disturbed by the sudden appearance of a black bird atop a trellis of roses. It stood perfectly still and silent – just glaring at each of us in turn. 

It launched into the sky when Merlin came running out. On his heels came the wizard’s owl who completed the rout of the intruder. 

Merlin brought grave news. Dunfallon needs our help. 

The Fairy Diary Day 301 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

After a few difficult sections in which we had to climb down a rock face to access a bridge across a vast crevice and then up the rock face on the other side, our way improved. The floor beneath our feet was flat and level making for easy going. 

And time to think and ponder. The light from Willie’s cage was bright and even, but the shadows around us were constantly on the move. 

It was uneasy to sense that there was an evil still out there. Many of its agents we have encountered and overcome- but it itself remains hidden. 

What lies behind the image of the black bird? That evil spirit that animates our opposition. 

That line of thought was broken with the sound of a distant ocean drifting in from the passage ahead.

The Fairy Diary Day 157 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Geog and Grimace were anxious to be moving along and were a little resentful at our slow pace. But once they had observed how the fields responded to the ministrations of Rumble and myself, they entered into the spirit of what we were trying to do. 

They came across a stream that had been dammed up and exerted every effort to clear out the rocks and tree trunks causing the blockage. 

They soon had the water singing merrily on its way. 

When we followed along after it, Dunfallon called my attention to a black bird sitting in a naked tree watching us. When it suddenly flapped away, the pixie wanted to summon his eagle and pursue it. 

Fearing a trap I held him back, promising that there will come a time for such action.

The Fairy Diary Day 77 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

When we left the hillocks a black bird was waiting for us where we planned to enter the woodlands. I spotted it first and at my alarm, Dunfallon charged ahead on his goat. 

I thought fleetingly of sending an arrow at the bird, but almost before the thought was born, the raven cawwed once, and winged off. 

In response Rumble spread his wings and took up the pursuit. Fearful of a trap, I called him back. 

We conferred and decided that in future we would only act and move in concert whenever that ominous bird appeared. 

Once in the woods, Dunfallon took the lead and told us we should be in Nailbiter’s village sometime tomorrow. 

The Fairy Diary Day 76 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Dunfallon has chosen to take us along a route that keeps us on the level, rather than up and down over the rolling hills. We stay in the valleys and dells between the hillocks. I believe that, though longer, we are making better time and not taxing our strength. 

And his mood has improved. Rumble keeps him close company. So, often the sound of laughter bubbles up between them. That, too, lightened our load and sped us on our way.

Still, I cannot shake the feeling that we are being shadowed by that black bird. I turn and look, and see nothing but the trail behind us. I cannot say for absolute certain that nothing is there, but neither can I say that it isn’t.

The Fairy Diary Day 74 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

I passed another uneasy night. And not just because Dunfallon failed to join us. A dream was the source of my unease. What I can remember of my dream in its beginning must have been inspired by the day of traveling. Really rather boring in its content – until the black bird flew onto the scene. Then a definite sense of menace descended upon me.

It strutted right up to Rumble and me, swelling in size the closer it came. I shrunk backwards each time its beak bobbed towards us. And waking, I had the whisper of a thought – this is the representation of our adversary.

And I believe, the thought’s confirmation came today when Dunfallon caught up with us.

He had the most fantastic tale.

At the break of the pass, a large black bird attacked him and his mountain goat. But before it could swoop down on him for a second time, his eagle met and drove it off.