The Fairy Diary Day 463 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

It is hard to know where to begin. I was not alone in this reaction. But begin we must. 

I have done my best to counsel Noralei not to dwell on what she calls her failure. I tried to argue that we were the ones that plucked her back from that place – to which she still claims responsibility for the fact we would not have done so were she not there. 

At that point the High Fairy chimed in with some irrefutable facts. Thanks to her we now know more about who is opposing us. And we should know how to defend ourselves better in future. To which Merlin added that we also know how to carry the fight to him. 

And that is exactly what we will be considering these next few days. 


The Fairy Diary Day 379 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

We all feel like failures. We came to the dwarves out of a concern for their safety – a fear that they might have been in great peril. And though we can now see, thankfully, there were no grounds for our concern, to be dismissed out of hand for the desire on our part for their wellbeing hurts very much. 

Couple that with our renewed request today to meet with Artoxon as ambassadors from Gilgorgon being rebuffed by Bifitz only completed the feelings of uselessness. 

I jotted a note to the High Fairy on the scroll, then fell into a discussion with my friends as to our next step. 

Dunfallon is all for ignoring Bifitz’s objections and for sneaking down to see Artoxon. Rumble and Noralei half agreed with him, but then with second thoughts Noralei proposed that we travel up to check on the goblins and inquire after any dragon activity with them. 

We all agreed with her proposal and I sent another note off to his excellency. And I left word with Bifitz’s clerk of our intent to depart soon.

Day One Thousand Two Hundred Thirteen #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

During each of our turns on watch through the night, we observed the army passing by in the plain. And they ceased to throw out units to their flanks.

In the light of day we finally could ascertain that these troops belonged to the world government. Most looked fresh and ready for action, but there were a few that appeared wasted, just limping along. And those were prodded forward mercilessly. Prisoners.

The units left behind in ambush waited unmoving all day. We could see them for we knew where to look, but invisible, we were sure, to anyone below.

Their trap looks to be a failure. The end of the retreating army came in view with no one in pursuit.

Day Eight Hundred Fifty Six #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Jezer bid us farewell in the late morning. Charming as ever despite his failure to strike a deal or two. He took the eastward road, saying that he was headed for Damascus. It was the first we knew that we were further west than we had supposed, which meant our final destination lay somewhere north of us.

But the mention of Damascus resonated in my being. And lingered. So much so that I  asked Elijah if that was the waypoint through which we must pass before ending in Jerusalem.

His answer in the affirmative went a long way in explaining his former reticence. I would not have wanted to go there either. For it has been long under the mark.