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

The Fairy Diary Day 8

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

The Fairy Diary Day 3

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

The Fairy Diary Day 1

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.

Day One Thousand Two Hundred Thirty Nine #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Mei writes:

Today was beyond dark. To me. The sunny blue skies open to everyone else were closed behind the shutters of my denial.

I can still hear the sounds of celebration around the city – voices raised in laughter and exultation. Happy throngs weaved about the streets calling to their fellows, congratulating one another for their triumph over their foes.

Then they began to lavish gifts on one another, declaring their independence from any and all restrictions.

I kept well away from them all.

I would almost despair if I did not have faith in the promises. There was a time before when these feelings would have crushed the very life from me.

I tell myself it will all be over soon.