The Fairy Diary Day 597 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

We lost the opportunity to descend into the creek-swallowing abyss, waiting for the High Fairy to respond to our questions. Finally, it became too late for us to attempt it. I began to doubt that his excellency was on the other end of our communication, and the nagging thought arose that someone or something, opposed to us was posing as him to deceive us.

The quaking renewed this morning with a vengeance. Under Merlin’s prompting we moved our camp back from the area of the creek, as the hole in front had ceased its length-wise split, and began to widen.

To my mind it made it all the more imperative to get a closer look down in that abyss. Dunfallon agreed, so we prevailed upon the wizard to allow us to take Conjil down into the depths.

However, Gibley insisted that his dragon was not going anywhere without himself in charge. This was amenable to Merlin and ourselves. So, with the goblin substituting for Navril and as soon as the ground ceased its movement, we set out.

With the two of us seated behind the Gibley, Conjil dropped from the edge of the abyss and glided to the floor far below where the creek had a new bed. Looking around us it was clear that descent via dragon was the best option, for there were no trails or pathways on the walls that would have worked quite so well.

We headed upstream to where the creek fell from above in a waterfall. Checking behind it revealled a tunnel of recent formation. (Gibley remarked that it looked to be the work of a worm). We proceeded with more caution – but we should have paid closer attention to Conjil. For out of the darkness a blue blur crossed our path. And before we knew it our dragon caught it in a stream of flame from her throat. 

Amongst ourselves we decided it had to be a Frost Fairy. So we took up the remains and carried them back up to Merlin. 

The Fairy Diary Day 595 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

We surveyed the area north of the village. Merlin took me to the creek to show me where its water dropped from view, abandoning its bed so that it no longer flowed by the village in its crook. 

Then, finding nothing of consequence we went into the village itself. Before we got there the wizard told me that the Sprites, for safety, had moved to Dromadil. We had our pick of residences in which to pass the night – in miniaturized form of course – (Merlin more so than me – in fact I was closer to his size for the first time).

We were shaken awake in the early morning and returned outside (and to our normal sizes). The ground continued its shuddering as he led us to the base of the rainbow. Our friends arrived just as we reached it, and as soon as they were safely down Merlin dismissed the rainbow. 

He instructed us to dig in here and set up camp. And wait. All indications were that whatever was coming – was coming from the north. 

The Fairy Diary Day 488 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

We were not the only ones traveling the passageway down to the Low-way of the dwarves. Many merchants were passing us in both directions. In the main they were dwarves, but there was a smattering of goblins and elves among them. All were curious and stared unremittingly at Merlin. The wizard took it in stride – and even exchanged pleasantries with a few of them. 

Gibley was not a little amazed at the attention he was getting from these strangers for his being among our number. It made me want to shield him all the more, but Dunfallon beat me to it and fell in step beside him. 

When we reached the bottom where the great doors stood open (as was Merlin’s hope when they were replaced) we found another surprise. Fliget was there – set up in a camp just on the other side, in the Low-way of the dwarves. He had heard that we were coming and had come out to meet us. 

His capital is still being rebuilt and wanted to take us down to the stronghold city to talk through things there. 

Thus we entered into another occasion of dwarfish hospitality. 

The Fairy Diary Day 277 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

We three fairies joined Dunfallon and Grimace on their side of the rim this morning and together we compared our experiences. 

Rumble summarized his notions and those of Noralei and mine. The crater is barren in every direction. A desert really. But at the center lies a great mystery. Each of us looked into the shaft at the center of the crater and felt something different. Rumble thought it strange to see so much smoke swirling but never rising into the air above. Noralei is sure the red glow from below indicates a forge burning and someone or something is hard at work. I experienced an overwhelming heaviness that increased the closer I came to the shaft’s opening. 

Rather than tell us their discoveries, Dunfallon and Grimace took us to a camp set up a fair distance away from the crater. Together they had investigated it, having walked the silent grounds filled with the entranced forces of the enemy. The two asked my permission to check the trolls among this host. 

I granted it to them. And got out the scroll to write out this latest account to the High Fairy.

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.

Day One Thousand Two Hundred Twenty Five #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Elijah called for Tomas and tasked him to scout a new position for us on the route back to Sy’s old redoubt. He set up a camp with Mawuli a day’s march away.

It was late in the evening before Mr. Kagi, the Captain and Elijah and I caught up with them.

Yesterday the army of the East was stopped and held at bay by the elite forces of the world government. And it was clear today that Stan was sacrificing that group because the troops supporting them were being withdrawn.

They did so in perfect order and easily outpaced us.

The din from the opposing forces increased even as they dropped from view.

All was left to our imagination.

Day One Thousand Two Hundred Twenty Three #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Small pitched battles pock-marked the plain as the opponents sent out feelers to test the other’s mettle. Tomas guesses that the elite troops of the world government were successful at keeping the other two armies in check close to their lines.

Meanwhile the numbers of the army of the East were swelling in their positions on their front lines. It’s easy to see that when they reach a critical mass, they will burst forth and carry all before them.

In all this, Mawuli called my attention to a vehicle circulating about the camp of the world government. He is sure it is Stan’s. When it had accomplished its purpose it set its heading and sped out to the north.

Day One Thousand Two Hundred Fourteen #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Elijah’s declaration that we are to remain here until further notice, has become increasingly uncomfortable. The elite elements of the army below have come to rest and set up camp, filling the plain from side to side.

Tomas won’t leave his lookout position as he is closely monitoring the small foraging groups. Especially those on this side of the plain.

The Captain finally gave up trying to relieve him and has simply joined him. I circulated between them and Elijah all day long.

Returning to Elijah at the onset of dusk, I was surprised to find him sitting and talking with a guest.

Before I could form a word on my tongue, Mawuli sprang to his feet and greeted me.

Day One Thousand Two Hundred Eleven #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We have not budged from this location. There is a growing sense among us that some big change is close at hand. Even the far off battlefield fell silent when we first stirred at sunrise. And eerily has remained so all day.

Tomas has been in and out of camp constantly, I do believe, traveling further afield in each instance. I suppose it serves a dual purpose – our protection, and his sanity.

The Captain struck up another conversation with me. This time at last directly addressing the question he skirted around yesterday.

We all know we shall fall before the return of Hamashiach. He was curious if I knew who would perish first, Elijah and me, or him and Tomas.

Day One Thousand One Hundred Eighty Five #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Much rejoicing today as Tomas and Sy have returned – accompanied by an overjoyed Captain and Jezer (their expedition put on hold again after encountering them).

It took a while to assemble all the leaders, a particularly trying situation for Tomas as he was bursting to tell us everything.

Mei was the last one located and came running when she received word.

I noticed that Sy was quiet and brooding the whole time we were waiting, and became more so when Tomas began to speak.

They had not located Mawuli. But they have suspicions.  A vehicle carrying Moglen was seen moving from camp to camp behind the lines.

And as suspected the altar has been rebuilt- as yet without an idol.