The Fairy Diary Day 633 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

 I saw some strange scribblings on this page of my diary, in the space upon which I would have written yesterday. Perhaps Merlin was noting down his thoughts for a spell.

All have been working tirelessly. I  have had no time, nor inclination to note down our experiences all day yesterday. Nor even until late today.

I do not know if I can remember everything. 

We were then, and we still are in a fever to reach the island, the only land in view. And we must get there before the dragons return from our world. (We assume they are our missing dragons – Cluyjil and Rayjil).

But who knows what the former queen and her Caretaker have done to them. Will we have to fight them? And how will Conjil react to them if they do? She is currently recovering from her exertions in keeping us afloat. Gibley and Dunfallon traded off times seeing to her care.

Noralei talked Nora into transporting her on ahead to the island. As always he went willingly and I watched as he frolicked over the swells pushing against us. It took all the skills of Captain Goff to keep us moving forward after them.

Merlin is confident we will arrive at the island in time, and he is hard at work concealing our ship from the eyes on the island. He constantly moves from his cabin to his place on the prow, then back again. I try not to intrude nor throw off his concentration.

Thankfully Captain Goff keeps me on the move too. Rumble and I are the only ones fully engaged in sailing the ship, with Gibley or Dunfallon filling in as necessary.

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The Fairy Diary Day 631 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Captain Goff was unrelenting in his drive to save his ship. Before we could seriously examine our surroundings all hands were called to save her. 

Most manned the pumps to expel the water weighing her down. Gibley remained atop Conjil and together could do nothing other than pull on the ship to keep it on the surface. In sympathy Nora swam by their side. 

As we kept at the pumps, Merlin seemed curiously unconcerned for our plight. When I went to his cabin to check on him, he turned to me and said, “Carry on. I have total faith in your abilities.” Then he resumed his study of his seers stone. Curiously I noticed that he had my scroll and my diary open on the table beside the object of his study. 

As we gained momentum on the flood, Dunfallon asked to be relieved to check on his “army.” He was fearful some may have been lost overboard. The Captain released him from his station at the pump, and the pixie called a muster roll for his troops. 

After Gibley secured Conjil back aboard, Merlin returned my items to me with the request to check the latest message on the scroll. Emminie had written that the Frost Fairies were in retreat and the two dragons that had appeared in their support had flown away to the west. 

So, the wizard’s guess had proven right. 

And off in the distance was an island like I had seen in the seers stone. With a tower atop a mountain. 

The Fairy Diary Day 598 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Merlin also believed the charred carcass to be that of a Frost Fairy – but his pronouncement is mainly due to our description of its color before its immolation. However, more questions than before now crop up. Why only one? Are there more of his kind below? Are they aware of the damage they are doing? Do they have malevolent intentions?

The situation has me rethinking what the High Fairy may have meant in his last message. Was this all just a tragic accident?

My doubts grew stronger with the new dawn since there were no accompanying upheavals. Dunfallon was keen to go back down. We let him return on Conjil with Gibley and Navril. 

I was not up to returning, so I remained with Merlin and the others. 

I admit that I was not much company the rest of the day. 

But I put my pen and this diary aside when I heard our friends shout:

“They are coming!”

The Fairy Diary Day 256 #TFDbyRWOz2

The Narrator writes:

I put off opening the diary this morning. Its appearance was darker than usual. In fact, sitting there on my desk it seemed to be sucking the light from the room, making all around me a couple of shades dimmer than usual. 

At last I unlocked the cover and the pages fell open with a burst of light. 

Though there was still no new entry, hope soared in me again.

The Fairy Diary Day 255 #TFDbyRWOz2

The Narrator continues:

I eagerly opened the diary this morning in hopes of anything from Meribabell. 

The instant I did, a splash of water poured off the page and onto my lap. 

I hung the diary up to dry out. Thankfully nothing within was adversely affected as far as I could ascertain.

The Fairy Diary Day 254 #TFDbyRWOz2

The Narrator breaks in:

When I opened the diary today, there was no new writing added to the end. It was highly upsetting, in the light of Meribabell’s last entry, though I must add that I was half expecting it. All last night his final line ran over and over in my mind. 

How I wish I could see what is transpiring!

Then – before my watching eyes a blotch of ink appeared on the page and spread in a flurry of scribbles. 

And then stopped.

The Fairy Diary Day 8 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Why me?

Does he think our recent animosity would make me more motivated? 

Then, why have me apologize?

I could not even direct my questions to the High Fairy. Simply could not. And he, for his part, only pointed me in the direction I must go and supplied me with a case in which to carry the note that he had given me. 

He will continue to communicate with me through that note. I will be able to write back but he did not encourage that outright. 

There is room in the bottom of the case for me to pack my diary. Most of my writing, I feel, will be done there.

The Fairy Diary Day 3 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

It was a pleasant day in the sunshine as I toured the daisy chain around our village. All appears in order. But better yet my time out and about improved my mood. 

And now I am filled up with more ideas for improvements the next time I am in council. 

If I apologize. 

There has got to be a way around that. 

I was just writing that sentence when the strangest bit of metal appeared at the top of this page. 

I removed it and examined it closely. It is striking to look at, perhaps a precious metal – but seems incomplete, there are two loose ends that do not meet together. 

I shall show it to my friend.

The Fairy Diary Day 1 #TFDbyRWOz2

Here is what I could now read on the page:

At long last I am allowed to contribute to the collected wisdom of our people. 

Why is age tied to that privilege? It seems so unfair. Are all my experiences before now unworthy?

I’ve been sampling what has been shared before, and I think I’m so much smarter. 

(Though I can’t wait to try that transformation trick on that greedy Roseberry).

Good thing he can’t read this. 

I wonder if anyone has mentioned me. Maybe I shouldn’t mention anyone by name. 

No, there are names mentioned everywhere. 

Now to prepare for my first appearance on the Fairy Council. The first time in fifteen hundred years that a Meribabell has taken a seat among the rulers of the kingdom of Faerie.

Day One Thousand Two Hundred Forty #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Mei writes:

I walked down to the square where the bodies of my friends lay open to the air. They were cordoned off. Their removal forbidden still.

Nor would the guards let me linger – but through repeated blows forced me away.

I found a quiet spot to write this, wondering when the promise would be fulfilled.

A commotion erupted among the guards and they scattered falling over one another as Elijah and Enoch stood to their feet and were drawn upward – alive.

There they joined those around my heart’s cherished longing, Yeshua. And I saw my name written on the palm of his uplifted hand.

I set aside my pen to reunite with my friends.

In the beginning of forever.