The Fairy Diary Day 452 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

My mind buzzed all night with thoughts I could not quiet. Not that I wanted to – but these thoughts were not taking me anywhere. And were not helpful, only frustrating. 

Sleep at last came and with it a dream. The visions thus granted were not at all clear – waving shadows among other shadows – darkness the only commonality. Then there came a tinkling – softer, then louder, then softer again. A presence drew nearer then receded. And three words touched my ear – “Seek the bell.”

I could no longer sleep, but went down to wait upon Merlin. 

Rumble and Dunfallon had joined me by the time his door opened. Seeing us he stepped aside and let us in. We hardly settled in before the details of my dream came out in a gush. 

Rumble looked at Dunfallon and the pixie to the wizard and we said in chorus “The crack of doom.”

Merlin nodded and said, “I shall summon the High Fairy.”

The Fairy Diary Day 363 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

I had a dream about our pixie last night. He was playing a game of hide and seek with us in this his favorite hollow. The image of his smiling face persisted even upon waking. 

Each of us had a similar dream, though Noralei’s had a distinctive difference. She was observing Rumble and me – observing Dunfallon. But she saw what neither of us did – watching everyone was the flitting apparition of the Will’o’the Wisp. 

This formed our topic of discussion as we continued on our way to Nailbiter’s burrow. 

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Bird song echoed from among the branches of the trees and shrubs. Small animals scurried away at our advance. 

We encountered two pixies also traveling the path to Nailbiter’s burrow. We were the only ‘news’ to them for these parts. 

Arriving at the burrow we were given a royal reception. There beside Nailbiter, the High Fairy was also waiting for us. 

His excellency told us that he found no signs of Dunfallon between here and Nonin-gal-dith. 

Nailbiter, however informed us that strange lights have been sighted in the sky above Willie’s swamp.

The Fairy Diary Day 288 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

I filled a good section of the scroll in my message to the High Fairy. 

His reply back to me was equally lengthy and started with the good news that he and the fairy troops had been successful in turning back the dark elves from their assault on Corbelin. (He does confirm that they are dark elves). 

As for my news he is skeptical about my conclusions from a dream that a plant however big could be responsible for all this chaos and wants us to look deeper. 

I took this advice to heart and called a meeting to re-examine the map. 

According to Rumble’s understanding there remain only two more branches off the shaft that are lower than the one containing the forges and the fire plants. One bears the label “barracks,” the other “treasury.” 

Dunfallon disagreed and insists there are at least five more offshoots off of the shaft, not two. 

At that point I prompted Noralei to join with the pixie and explore the unmarked passages. 

Rumble and I will visit the two identified ones.

The Fairy Diary Day 287 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

During our last rest period I had a dream. (I know not if was night time – down here cut off from the light it is difficult to discern). It began with one of those fire plants spitting its flames at me. As I ran away – even taking flight in the tunnels – it came after me. 

I ducked to one side upon reaching the shaft. My adversary flew on past and halted in mid air – remained still for the longest time – then its roots expanded – lengthening and growing to fill the shaft – sending tendrils into all the branches. 

When at the last I was pinned by the engorging plant, I was shaken awake. 

My friends had surrounded me in my agitated state and sought to comfort me in my confusion. 

For the longest time I was unable to speak. My head was crowded with the single thought – I had found the enemy we had been pursuing.

The Fairy Diary Day 260 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

We are now safely ashore on the land whose name no one will utter – in an abandoned fishing village. How that came to pass is a very surprising story. 

As our ship was drawing closer to our destination we could at last make out some features along the shore. Per Rumble’s map a fishing village was situated somewhere nearby. As it came into our view, we all observed a slow change in the captain. His reluctance to proceed grew greater in direct proportion to our proximity to the shore. 

In fact he called a halt and brought the ship about and anchored when the harbor of the village was yet a good distance off. He refused to go further, giving as reason the lack of charts for this coast and the clear evidence of rocks and shoals ahead.

I was about to protest, when Noralei spoke up and told me it was not necessary to take the ship any closer. She had had a dream last night and in obedience to the same she mounted to the top of the mast and blew on a horn borrowed from Dorgone. 

In two wing beats, Nora, the water horse appeared at the stern, frolicking in great excitement to encounter us again. 

And he agreed to ferry each of us ashore.

The Fairy Diary Day 236 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

The main topic (and debate) among us revolved around when we should depart on our mission. But first we had a fundamental disagreement to resolve. 

Dunfallon wants either Geog to accompany us to the coast on our prophesied path, or take the troll back with him to Dromadil in hopes of learning something about his brother Grimace. 

The discussion was heating up, when before I could relate my vision, Noralei stood and asked to speak for me. 

So while the pixie and the troll listened, she laid out the facets of my dream of a few days past. She looked at Dunfallon and stated simply that he had to be with the fairies to fulfill the vision.  And since a troll did not figure in my dream, Geog’s destiny must lay elsewhere. 

An icy silence followed. 

I was the first to speak and proposed that Dunfallon and Geog take the time to consider their next step. 

And I declared that tomorrow we leave for the coast. 

The Fairy Diary Day 74 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

I passed another uneasy night. And not just because Dunfallon failed to join us. A dream was the source of my unease. What I can remember of my dream in its beginning must have been inspired by the day of traveling. Really rather boring in its content – until the black bird flew onto the scene. Then a definite sense of menace descended upon me.

It strutted right up to Rumble and me, swelling in size the closer it came. I shrunk backwards each time its beak bobbed towards us. And waking, I had the whisper of a thought – this is the representation of our adversary.

And I believe, the thought’s confirmation came today when Dunfallon caught up with us.

He had the most fantastic tale.

At the break of the pass, a large black bird attacked him and his mountain goat. But before it could swoop down on him for a second time, his eagle met and drove it off.

The Fairy Diary Day 69 #TFDbyRWOz2

The Narrator breaks in again:

For two nights in a row I have been on tenterhooks. A sense of impending doom pervaded my actions during the day, and intensified over night. I would look up quickly from what I was doing and see only blackness. The loss of vision was fleeting, but none the less disturbing.

Then last night, the dream started as my clock rolled to midnight. Least ways it did in my dream. And I could see the three beings whose adventures I have been following rush about in a frenzy upon the ramparts of what I judged to be the dwarves outpost that I’ve read about. The blackness was rolling towards them. A solid nothingness.

I looked again at their movements and realized they were not moving haphazardly, but with purpose, and somehow it broke up the blackness into component parts, so that the approaching enemy was visible. I turned and noticed that the Merlin talisman around Meribabell’s neck was doing the illumination. 

In its beam of light a cadaverous troll was stumbling up to the redoubt led by a ravenous wolf on a leash.

I was aware in that instant the stone of the rampart beneath the soles of my bare feet. A golden eagle flashed past my ear and I forgot about my cold feet.

It was the pixie charging the wolf, and having gained its attention, baited it into the entrance of the outpost, where both troll and wolf fell to the onslaught of Rumble and the dwarves.

As their adversaries melted away, I, too, faded from the scene.

 

The Fairy Diary Day 51 #TFDbyRWOz2

The Narrator breaks in:

I was wakened from a deep sleep by a dream that continued in my conscious state. 

Or perhaps I just thought I had awakened. 

In the dream I was cocooned in my bedroom one minute and in the next I was on a strange jumble of a mountain being blown against its craggy rocks by a whirlwind of rain. 

When lightning began flashing I turned my back and hugged the stones against the following crash of thunder. 

Time seemed to stand still with the storm rolling on interminably. 

I remember feeling soaked to the skin, but not cold. Though I should have been. 

Then at some point I realized that my surroundings were exactly like Meribabell had written about in his diary. And the next instant I was back in my room wet from sweat not rain.