The Fairy Diary Day 653 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

I had my talk with Merlin about my concerns regarding the tenseness in Dunfallon’s “army.” The wizard stopped to consider my statement and after a passage of silence he told me that I was right. And he called for Navril. 

Merlin’s solution was simple. He asked the elvish Captain to move both of his contingents further away from the wagon and to have them maintain that distance for the time being. 

Navril was quick to comply and almost immediately I noticed that that sense of tension drained from the soldier less weapons surrounding the wagon. 

In one sense I was relieved – but a thought nagged at me – was this a confirmation that there were traitors amongst the elves?

The return of Dunfallon on Cluyjil interrupted my meditation. He brought with him another worry. Not for anything he had seen, but the voice from his ring had again spoken. It warned of danger ahead on this road and told him that safety lay only if we took the right hand road at the next fork. 

We called Rumble over and he consulted his map. All he could tell us was that it indeed will bring us around to a different approach to Gilgorgon’s mountain but we would lose a day. 

We laid the matter before Merlin. He told us that his seers stone had already confirmed this to him, but he added that we needed to send Dunfallon on to Gilgorgon to advise him on our change of route. 

So, at the fork, the pixie left us to take our request to the dwarves and Noralei directed Rayjil to follow after Navril’s elves who were already ahead on the chosen road. 

The Fairy Diary Day 632 #TFDbyRWOz2

The Narrator breaks in:

I always am fearful when I read that my friends are headed for danger. And that fear increases when I do not hear from them the next day. And so it is now as the diary entry lays empty before me. 

Not even a scribble this time. 

I know my sleep will be fitful until I hear from them again. All of them. 

I do so wish that there were something I could do to help. 

The Fairy Diary Day 615 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Between Rumble and I, we have enliminated several passageways off of the huge reservoir as leads to the source of the blockage. Rumble has marked his map accordingly. How many more there are we still do not know. Gibley and Dunfallon joined the search today in the boat that Noralei and Rumble put together. They were able to mark off two more dead ends. 

Some strange things happened when the two were about to descend their next passageway. The ring that Willie gave to Dunfallon came to life. It threw off an illumination that filled the air all around, but the unsettling part was that it spoke to them as well, warning of imminent danger and telling them to turn around – which the goblin did despite Dunfallon’s protest.

Dunfallon thinks we should all band together and return there tomorrow. And even take his entire “army” with us. 

I’m not inclined to go that far – maybe the small unit that has been guarding Noralei on the landing would suffice. 

But I do think we shall all go down to search it out tomorrow.  Especially in light of a message I received from Merlin. He asks that we be ready soon to come to him. 

I wrote back to the wizard to say that we are close to resolving the problem for the Dromadilians. 

The Fairy Diary Day 512 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Merlin arrived this morning- just before Dunfallon, Noralei and Herblas touched down on Conjil. The wizard was all business. He breezed on past for a minute inspection of the repository. (Feeling snubbed I wondered if I should have sent an apology to him also). 

Dunfallon and Noralei kept my attention off of those thoughts by filling me in about what the pixie had learned from Willie. The Wisp was not agitated as originally described, but gleefully boastful about being released soon. He crowed that his master was coming. And that soon we all would be dead or in thrall to the Dark One. 

(Thus I do believe I misread Merlin’s attitude – he was not snubbing me but motivated by a sense of urgency).

And so it proved when he gathered us together. He thanked me for making it possible for us to respond sooner to the pending danger.   He announced that of those present – Noralei, Dunfallon, Gibley, Herblas and myself will go. 

All three dragons are to go also. He and the High Fairy will guard the Crack of Doom, as soon as his excellency returns from Laguayil with Navril, who will be the sixth member of our party. 

In the meantime we went about what preparations we could. 

A Pixie Tale [for day 397] #TFDbyRWOz2

Dunfallon writes:

I find I am not at all reluctant this time to take up a pen and scratch out the details that our esteemed leader so humbly passed over in his account of our latest adventure. 

I’m not sure whether it was the bravery or the desperation of Gibley that catapulted Meribabell and me down into that treasure vault. (He still won’t talk about it). All I do know was that we could not let the little fellow face the danger alone.

I admit I did not stop to think of consequences as I jumped feet first into that yawning crevice and slid down that slope of shining gold. I kept on my feet as long as I could and thankfully Meribabell caught me up and flew me over before the worst of it – the horrible sights and smells of bits of dwarf still smoking where they came to rest in the low points. 

How Gibley was able to dash around them without being tripped up is a mystery. We should have overtaken him easily. 

And when I realized that we must climb out of the trough, no doubt created by the dragon, my despair grew. 

My fairy friend set me down to regain his strength. And from this lower position I almost gave up hope as it seemed impossibly steep. But the sight of the scrambling goblin ahead of us spurred me on. 

We came upon more dwarf corpses mingled with spent fire plants and thus knew how they met their fate. How was the goblin not affected?

Tiny rivulets of molten gold trickling down the sides of the heaped metals prepared us for the sight of the lake of gold as we gained the crest.

What a sight!

At that very moment we witnessed the dragon itself break out in flame from within. It was curled around the egg whose shell was already cracking and breaking loose. 

And right there was our goblin brushing aside the crumbling shell pieces to grasp the dragon hatchling and pull him out. 

With more of the metals melting and flowing into the lake, we knew we had to get out of the vault as soon as possible. 

I insisted that Meribabell scoop up the goblin and his hatchling and fly them out of the vault. Even then it was gripping to watch the fairy struggle to bare them aloft over that great gap to safety. 

I pressed downwards as fast as I could and thereby Meribabell did not have as far to fly when he retrieved me. 

And thus ends this my account – giving credit for the help lent me by my friend and walking dictionary Rumbletwist.

The Fairy Diary Day 393 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

We were horrified and saddened upon our entry into Artoxon’s capital. The main gate was unguarded. No one was about. I had a fleeting thought that this explained why we had not encountered any dwarf guides out on the Low-way, but then more serious considerations came crashing in. 

The further we went into the city the more the stench of burnt dwarf grew in pungency. Though, the fires were now out and not even smoldering. 

Rumble and Dunfallon tried five different streets before finding one that was unblocked and could take us to Bifitz’s palace. 

Its untouched state raised our hopes that someone within may still be alive. 

This time we were challenged by a coterie of dwarves who were soon joined by an angry Bifitz. The ancient goblin railed against us – making nonstop accusations, blaming us for all that had befallen them.  

Noralei gently rose into the air and commanded him to be silent and to listen- and proclaimed that we all were yet in danger. 

Bifitz did fall silent and I seized the opportunity to warn him that we needed to descend to Artoxon’s apartments or greater calamity may engulf us. 

The tired and spent goblin relented and allowed us entry.

Day One Thousand Two Hundred Nine #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We have had no sightings of any troops in pursuit of us. Nor, thankfully, any sign that any adversaries are aware of our presence.

There have been some patrols on this road, but Tomas pulled us from view well in advance of any danger.

Tomas tells us that tomorrow we shall alter course to the south and Babylon. All Elijah advises at this time is that we stay on the high ground as in our other journeys and avoid descending into the plain until absolutely necessary.

I hiked beside the Captain and we conversed. It has been an age since we have spent any time sharing the details of our lives. He too feels an urgency to help Mr. Kagi.

Day One Thousand One Hundred Eighty Eight #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

I cannot write down all that I am feeling. I am so shaken.  All I can think about is Mawuli and his plight.  Over and over I say to myself – we have to do something.

I have to do something.

My thoughts fill up with scenario after scenario. All formed around a desire to see Mawuli whisked out of danger. An end that I know could easily result in disaster for all involved.

Tomas, too, came by and bounced some of his plans off of me. He wants to enlist Reuben and Sy and Magwich, and with their aid, lead a raid with them wherever the boy is being held.

It took Elijah’s wise intervention to settle us all down.

Day One Thousand Seventy Seven #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Come morning we had second thoughts about our decision to stay put. The rear guard of the world government forces were in our view, but they had halted to stave off multiple attacks by small units of the army of the East.

The danger, we realized, was that these small units in their efforts to flank the retreating army may come across our position.

Elijah ordered us to return to the area of the restored well. From there we could retrace Sy and Mawuli’s route to our next jumping off point.

We passed the other well on the way and found it no longer protected. We ignored it and continued on.

And that is how we encountered Mei’s comrade, Lung.

Day Seven Hundred Forty Two #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

When we reached Mei, Lung estimated that she had slipped deeper into the crevasse since his absence.

We could see the problem right off. Her wedged backpack was pulling her down, even as the crack opened more.

Tomas wasted no time and descended to her. An agony of minutes passed before he could free her from the dead weight. But as soon as he did, we pulled them both up.

We had no respite to savor the moment, for Mei urged us to depart immediately. That whole section of the glacier she felt was in danger of collapse.

So we ended up back with Elijah and the Captain today.

We had to restrain Lung from returning back down the mountain.