The Fairy Diary Day 600 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

My exhaustion was such that this day was one of recovery for me. Thus, I missed a lot and Rumble stopped by when I regained consciousness and filled me in on all their doings. 

Merlin went down into the abyss on his own. He forbade anyone from accompanying him. He still had not returned by day’s end. A fact that makes most everyone uncomfortable. (I am confident that the wizard can meet any problem). 

Dunfallon saw to the care of his “army.” All the others joined in to help him clean the blue gore off of the weapons. And in some cases new edges were honed with Noralei’s expertise. We fairies will have to band together to lend a fresh enchantment to the fairy gold in their make up. (How I wish the High Fairy were here, for he could do it much quicker and better). 

Midway through their labors, it was discovered that Conjil had been wounded in the conflict. Noralei and Gibley put everything else aside to minister to her. Something had penetrated the skin on her foreleg. The edges of the small wound were ringed with a thick frost which they were able to remove and apply an healing ointment. 

I took up my scroll and jotted out a fresh message to the High Fairy. I recounted the history of our recent victory, renewed our questions to him. And wove in a detail that only the true High Fairy could answer. 

The Fairy Diary Day 342 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

They tell me I fainted dead away from all the excitement surrounding the fast moving changes at play among the peoples involved as they have assented to agreements, signed treaties and began the exchange of habitations. 

Now I have reawakened I call it exhaustion and consider it just a delayed reaction to the amount of force that streamed out of me in dispelling the influence of that mysterious entity responsible for the madness visited upon the Dromadil pixies and the dark elves. 

The dark elves have already begun their trek back to the surface. They will repopulate the abandoned villages of the land with no name. And are considering to name it anew (they even desire to seek a new name for themselves, as they want to leave behind the stigma carried by the term ‘dark elves.’)

Dunfallon has gone off up the Low-way with a few of the Dromadil pixies in search of Artoxon and his dwarves to inform them that they may now return to this, their former stronghold.  

When I joined Rumble and Noralei who again had taken up the examination of the chalice and the red ashes, who should walk in but our friend, the wizard Merlin.

Day One Thousand One Hundred Fifty Five #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Relief. Relief and peace filled our very beings with our first steps back into the hiding place.

Though we always carry peace with us, I do say I appreciated that these surroundings very much reinforced it. I could sense the stress falling off of me.

Soon we were surrounded by the well wishes of our brothers and sisters, led by Meesa and Quasimo.

Seeing our exhaustion they quickly prepared places for each of us. A good thing, for I could barely hold my head up.

A night of dreamless sleep seemed over in an instant.

We rose, gathered and took stock. Both Mei’s group and the Captain’s had made it safely from Babylon. Only Mawuli and Mr Kagi were absent.

Day Seven Hundred Thirty Two #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We kept on the move all night, and only stopped (or dropped) when exhaustion overtook us.

Our discussions along the way had not yet resolved the two different options that divide our company. Tomas and the Captain were for seeking out the help of the Supreme Commander. Elijah and I thought we should not go back the way we came, but rather continue north.

The decision was taken away from us at the appearance on the road of a tanker truck. Its support troops had us surrounded before we had a chance to react.

Though clearly harmless they kept us with them to their destination, the dam at the end of the lake.

Thus we landed back where we began.

Day Five Hundred Sixty Six #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

The atmosphere on this island is distinctly unfriendly. The Captain is puzzled by this and he admits to a battle within himself to not be hostile in return.

The cleanup on shore goes on around the clock. So perhaps the attitude could be ascribed to exhaustion and a seemingly unending undertaking.

But Elijah and I made a couple more forays and brought back another explanation.

The prevailing talk points to their deep sense of guilt over their lukewarmness towards the cult of Stan. (Some attribute it to their abandonment of the past, but they are a minuscule minority).

Because they will do anything to appease Stan, we predict things will get uglier.

The Captain concurs. We need to leave – soon.

Day Two Hundred Ninety Nine afternoon #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Enoch writes:

Elam easily brought us to the building where we were all last together. Or what was left of it.

I sensed Elijah was no where near, but Elam insisted upon looking through the rubble. It was a fruitless search.

We marched away despite Elam’s exhaustion. I didn’t want to wait around for that woman.

Ten days to go.