The Fairy Diary Day 312 #TFDbyRWOz2

The Narrator continues:

I have been waiting for the dreams to start. Perhaps I am trying too hard. Trying to force it. Not allowing it just to happen. 

But I came to the realization that the loneliness I was sensing was not at all within myself – rather that feeling was the overriding emotion of Meribabell and his friends.

The Fairy Diary Day 191 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

I was wakened out of a sound sleep in the middle of the night. A voice was telling me to arise and depart. I looked around but no one was there. 

I got up just to be sure and walked around. Still nothing to see. Dunfallon was on watch, but  took one look my way, shrugged his shoulders and turned back to his oversight. 

I never did get back to sleep, but at least the voices stopped. 

Then this morning – a curious thing – both Rumble and Noralei reported dreams in which something was telling them to get out. To Rumble it appeared to be a snake hissing; to Noralei a dragon whispering. In neither case was it enough to wake them, but they did remember what they thought had happened. They did not feel threatened but rather warned. 

Before setting out I checked my scroll. There was a message waiting there for me from the High Fairy. 

He has returned to Nonin-gal-dith. And has just finished weeding out whole fields of the suspicious plants. And at the foot of his note he related a rumor that dragons have been spotted in the lands beyond Nimrood’s kingdom. 

Not the type of news we wanted to hear on the heels of our night of voices and dreams.

The Fairy Diary Day 167 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

I awoke this morning from a deeper than usual sleep. I was thankful that it was not disturbed by dreams or waking visions. But I immediately knew something was wrong. 

Only one pendant was suspended around my neck. The one Merlin gave me was missing. 

The memory of Tog’s curiosity leapt to my mind. So I went in search of the pixie chief. 

And could not locate him. Nor indeed had anyone seen him since last night. 

In the middle of my dilemma, Geog returned from below. He brought news that all are welcome to come down to a clan meeting that the trolls are convening.  But I felt I could not go until I found my pendant. Rumble and Dunfallon agreed and we told the brothers to go on without us. 

They were reluctant at first until I suggested they could be a big help if they were to look for Tog and my pendant down in the valley. A homesick Grimace was quick to comply. 

So with some of Dunfallon’s new friends we scoured the secret places in and around the pixie burrow.

The Fairy Diary Day 55 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

I had dreams over night of calamities befalling Nonin-gal-dith. Horrible scenes of slaughter and fire and voices crying out in the darkness. 

The night for Dunfallon and Rumble was also filled with disturbing visions. 

Before we set out again one glance between the pixie and me caused him to speak up. He said he meant what he said back in the dwarf stronghold – no matter how much he wanted to be back with them – he promises to see us through the crisis. 

I was relieved. And ashamed that I had ever doubted him. For his heart is as true as Rumble’s and mine. 

And yet each of us is being sorely tried with thoughts of home continuing throughout the day. Made all the harder by the silence in the very air around us. 

The Narrator’s Tale #TFDbyRWOz2 D minus 2

I was not troubled by these dreams. Rather I thought they were reaching out to me. To help me to understand – myself – this book – and the situation in which it had placed me. 

Yet they never seemed to conclude – despite efforts to go back into that dream state after waking. 

Then, a morning came when I heard the voice again. And I realized something that I had not grasped before. It was not any spoken tongue that I have known or studied. But I understood it completely. 

Excitedly I fetched the tiny fat volume from the shelf. And opened it. 

Now I understood every letter and every word.

The Narrator’s Tale #TFDbyRWOz2 D minus 3

Many more times I witnessed the same mysterious writing, followed by the precipitate closing and locking of the book. A couple of times I attempted to mark the place with anything that came to hand, but in each instance the object was expelled – most violently. 

I stopped trying after a paper clip that I attached to the page I was on, simply disappeared. 

That night the dreams came back.

The Narrator’s Tale #TFDbyRWOz2 D minus 5

The pages were filled with letters and symbols, cramped from top to bottom with what looked like strings of words and blocks of paragraphs. And here and there were larger markings, very much like those in my dreams that gave the clues for unlocking the book. 

As my eye scanned down the first page the letters etc gave off a silver iridescence, indicating exactly where my gaze was focused. 

I flipped to the back of the volume and saw that the pages from there back to the middle were empty. Plenty of room to make additions. 

But I could not read any of it.

The Narrator’s Tale #TFDbyRWOz2 D minus 7

The dreams were such that I did not connect them at all to the book on my shelf. From what I can remember they were ordinary fare in so far as dreams go. They even had twists at the end. But I did remark that they were much more vivid. They lingered like a half remembered fragrance.  

Thus they continued until a day came and they were accompanied by scrolling text. 

I believe that first occurred when my frustration with the lock on the book was at its height. 

The letters of the text were not any I recognized. 

I hang my head and admit my dullness – for it took the longest time for me to understand that the same five letters appeared over and over again above the image of the lock that floated in and out of my dreams.

The Narrator’s Tale #TFDbyRWOz2 D minus 8

As I have related it was some time before I could open the book. I went about my regular life – working, eating and sleeping. But my mind frequently turned to the conundrum on the shelf. I spent hours holding it in my palm and staring. 

I wasn’t sure then but I am positive now that glints of light emanated from its pages whenever my back was turned. (This truth only came later). Obviously I felt something was going on. And my unease grew as the night lengthened. 

It was two weeks after I brought it home that the dreams began.

Day One Thousand One Hundred Eighty Two #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

I was disappointed. Instead of being back in the hiding place and resting, we were trudging up and over hills avoiding the major pathways.

As we neared the Damascus-Jerusalem road, my attitude improved for I recovered my bearings. And soon after Quasimo took the lead as he was more familiar with these approaches to our destination.

Elijah held me back and picked up our conversation of the other day. He shared that his dreams about the end have returned and are stronger than ever. He confessed that he does not dwell on them but finds that as the time draws closer, he did not want to let the opportunity pass to thank me for my constant help and companionship.