The Fairy Diary Day 480 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

The High Fairy spent the bulk of the day working with Dunfallon as the pixie put Cluyjil through his paces. I popped in and out of their sessions and was pleased to observe that the crystal is glowing longer and longer between the dragon breaths. 

Most of the time, however, I sat with Noralei up beside the Crack of Doom, discussing her experiences on the other side – trying to pull from her memory the things she did not write about. 

She had much to relate about the feelings that plagued her there. Fear being tantamount. She believes something must be done to protect our spirits when we return there so we can keep moving forward. I told her I would talk with Merlin for I believe my pendants may just be all we need for the desired protection. 

Then I asked her who she thought Hawk was referring to in his warning for the future. I was thinking they might be Artoxon and Bifitz and was wondering what had happened to them and where they might be right now. 

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Contemplating the Abyss

Contemplating
The abyss
Is anything simpler
Than this?
Putting together
Endless lists
Of things that may
Or might go wrong

Thinking too much
And losing sleep
Things seeming such
Your peace won’t keep
At straws you clutch
And take the leap
When hope’s at bay
You don’t belong

At end of day
Can you croak the song?

RWOz2

The Fairy Diary Day 454 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

It is decided. We shall all make our way to Nonin-gal-dith per the High Fairy’s wish and from there put our petition in for an audience with the Faerie Queen. His excellency foresees many objections to our request, so we will need to make up a list of what those objections might be and come up with a counter for each. 

Rumble has taken his first list into the library and there with Merlin’s help will begin the process. Only one day will be allotted here. Tomorrow the High Fairy wants us to be in Nonin-gal-dith (and in his library) to complete our research, and send in the formal petition. 

Dunfallon has been given the important task of transporting the object that Rumble has completed. It is in form much like the dragon training staff and thus Cluyjil should have little problem carrying it to our home village. 

Rumble will accompany his excellency there. And I shall go with Merlin. 

I am thankful to fill up my time helping, for when I find myself idle the fear grows within me for our missing friends. 

The Fairy Diary Day 394 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Bifitz had to clear the way before us each step of the way. Though the dwarves were massed at critical points and armed to the teeth, we could see their fear as we passed. Not one of them was without jitters. 

Arriving at the entrance to the shaft to Artoxon’s apartments we found the doors shut. Bifitz said they were barred and bolted from within by Artoxon’s orders and we would have to enter via some nearby maintenance passageways. He had sent word ahead for us to be allowed entry at the lowest level. 

We were about to enter but Noralei intervened. She announced that it would be unsafe for fairies to proceed further for a huge amount of iron ore awaited below. 

Dunfallon perked up at this announcement and was game to continue even if alone. I took my place beside the pixie and said, “Time to test the power of my third pendant.”

And thus we set off into the lower reaches with one consolation – though a pixie and a fairy could pass here with ease, there was little to no room for a dragon.

You See to It

Spotless blood betrayed
Fear increased
And not allayed
And those who paid
Made sure that
Upon the other
The guilt remained

‘You see to it’
Is what they said.

Feckless Pilate
Fearing the crowd
Which threatened riot
Dunked his hands
In the water bowl
As for guilt 
He denied it

‘You see to it”
Is what he said.

Under the light of truth
Do you become defiant?
Or do you change tack
And become compliant?

“Come and see” 
Is what He tells us.

RWOz2

The Fairy Diary Day 159 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

The ends of the fields are in sight. The plain ahead gives way to hills, and mountains rise behind them. Geog and Grimace say that their home lies in a high valley behind the second chain of hills. 

But we are left to wonder how close we are to the refugees. Surely they did not press as far as the territories held by the trolls and pixies. 

When I conjectured that possibility Geog rejected it as not necessarily so and argued that they could have avoided any contact with his people and done so easily. It all depends on how deep was the fear that drove them. They might possibly have passed through the mountain passes to the land beyond. 

I sincerely hope not given the state of their fields.

The Invitation

Drawn by
The attraction
Still my senses
Were telling me
The cost would be
More than
I could bear
But all I could do
Was stand and stare

There it lay
Unopened
Filling me with dread
There were so
Many places
I’d rather go instead
The fear was
Overwhelming
Petrified by
The unknown
Arrayed all
Around me
By properties
Ingrown

I knew it for what it was
Or thought I did
Now there’s the rub
The bogeys I see
Within my mind
Whisper nothings
All too real

A ‘No decision’ is a decision
No balance between yes and no
The answer is final either way
And rendered under the seal.

RWOz2

Day One Thousand One Hundred Forty Two #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Once his fright was past, Reuben grew quiet. And thoughtful.

By this morning he was the old Reuben. Until he went out to check again. He rushed back in to exclaim that Moglen was still out there. Not in the same spot as before. But there. Watching and waiting as before.

It took both Elijah and me to settle him down. We were not dealing with fear this time, the more he thought about the situation the more enraged he became.

He wanted to go out and eliminate Moglen.

Elijah made the breakthrough by explaining we were not dealing with what can be seen but rather with what we can’t.

And most importantly- our rage can never bring God’s justice.

Day Eight Hundred Sixty Nine #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

I find myself warming to our erstwhile friend Jezer. I begin to think that he only acts the scoundrel to acquire what others need. With only minimum thought to himself.

And I also understand better the reason for our call to Damascus.

There are scatterings of Hamashiachites throughout the city. Late comers to belief after the Great Appearance. Living lives in fear and persecution when found out. And sorely in need of a leader.

And Elijah shall fill that need, willingly and most gladly. I shall help, of course. But unlike with other groups we have gathered in the past, we shall lead them ourselves to Jerusalem, and not hand them over to others to direct.

And time is short.

Day Seven Hundred Twenty Nine #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We were appalled. Elijah was bruised and bloodied about the face, but he brushed our concern aside and assured us that all would be well.

And he added for my benefit that his interrogators ceased their thuggish actions so abruptly that he knew I must be interceding for him.

(There is nothing like an encouraging report to buoy your spirits and for strengthening your resolve to go on). The Captain was so encouraged that he stayed awake softly singing songs of praise.

They came for me next.

They had no new questions and I had no new answers.

The main interrogator was raising his hand to strike me when he recoiled in fear.

I was ordered back to our chamber.