The Fairy Diary Day 41 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Gilgorgon officially made the offer to Dunfallon. Though the pixie likes the idea of making a home with the dwarves, he will only do so after the present crisis has passed, stating he will serve with us until the end. 

This pleased Gilgorgon (and us). The dwarf held a ceremony before we set out in which he gifted the pixie with the mountain goat he’s been riding. 

“The better to keep up with his fairy companions.”

So we were on our way. One of us riding and Rumble and I on foot for now. All is clear even to the horizon. For we can actually see one since the darkness has receded. 

I can feel in my being that what we are seeking lies off beyond that horizon.

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.

The Fairy Diary Day 24 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Dunfallon reports that we should arrive at our destination tomorrow. Rumble gets more excited with each landmark that the little fellow points out. And there have been a lot of those. I can easily imagine that he knows every blade of grass upon this whole plain and would know if any were out of place. 

He should prove very valuable when we set up the defenses for his people in the rolling hills. 

I am anxious even though the strange darkness has not returned. Or rather precisely because it has not returned. 

I wrote to the High Fairy but so far he has not replied. I shall keep him informed with my impressions. He seems to think they are worth something.

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 One Hundred Sixteen #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Strange things mark this day. (None, however, were the sign to trigger Tomas’s departure).

The sun came up and promised to lend a cheeriness by its presence. But in its rise it did not dispel the darkness overhead. There were no clouds, but something hung there as if there were.

The blackness turned to a dark purple, that then lowered onto us like a fog of a similar hue.

It raised a great consternation among the guards, one of whom scurried about distributing gas masks. Forcing us to don them also.

Tomas swept in with word that nothing was toxic or otherwise harmful in the fog. Then took us back into the megapolis to be closer to the Supreme Commander.

Day Eight Hundred Forty Nine #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

The visions continued. And were more and more upsetting. One by one the people who have been closest to us on our pilgrimage appeared to my mind’s eye, and then slipped from view into a roiling darkness. And my heart was wrung by a great sadness.

Then those images were blotted out by a blizzard of crimson snow. A phenomenon that proved real upon the opening of my eyes.

I ran towards Elijah then on watch, up on the rock outcropping. We met on the rock shelf as he was descending.

We took what shelter was afforded by the outcropping.

And there we conferred.

Elijah reported that it had only just started. And inquired if I had anything to share.

Day Eight Hundred Thirty Eight #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

I asked Elijah if we could rise before nightfall and  go off our current vector to check over in the area where the barking had ceased.

It also meant a little back tracking, but ended up worthwhile. The sand gave way to bedrock and after a short search we found some water in a pool on the rock surface. It had been fouled by the presence of animals. Unclean for sure.

Elijah found the close by pump and basin whose spillage fed the other. (He practically tripped over it in the darkness).

We were back on track, so we decided to halt and rest.

With the dawn we were able to reacquire our bearings before taking up our alternating watches.

Day Seven Hundred Ninety Seven #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Tomas kept charge of Mei’s group overnight at Elijah’s request. And Mei talked long into the night with Elijah and me.

Well, mostly Elijah. I did turn in before everyone else.

I was first to awaken at dawn, however, provoked by a sense of unease. I drew aside to pray, but mere moments later Elijah joined me. Before we could exchange our thoughts a sleepy Mei arrived, wondering if we had heard the Spirit also.

Elijah turned around and looked up, pointing to the faintest of lights moving across the darkness. He invited her to point at it.

She did. And the light stopped as though struck, and tumbled from view.

Elijah sent Mei back to the front to lead.

Day Seven Hundred Seventy Three #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

I startled awake at an early hour, for a moment disoriented, left wondering where I was. That I was in a cavern was immediately apparent. But I must say I was flashing back to another time and another cavern – when Elijah and I were accompanied by the young bearded man, Stan.

I could not but conclude that he was somewhere near at hand, roaming about seeking our trail.

I arose and cautiously went outside. The sun’s morning rays were stretching over the eastern horizon, feeling their way around the mountain towards our position. Nothing else stirred, not even on the winding path just emerging from the darkness.

Elijah joined me and declared we would stay put for one more day.

Day Six Hundred Fifty Five #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

The campfires (we could now discern there was more than one) held to their position. At my order we kept a slow pace throughout the night.

Our plan was to arrive in daylight.  It wouldn’t do to have some strangers suddenly appear out of the darkness to stumble upon a more than likely armed host.

And Elijah insisted upon an additional precaution, he went in alone, while we kept out of sight.

After a brief separation Elijah returned to collect us, and to introduce us to our new friends.

They are indeed from that huge army. A whole platoon of deserters. Minus their leaders.

And to Elijah’s delight (and our surprise) new followers of Yeshua Hamashiach.

They trailed Elijah everywhere.