The Fairy Diary Day 529 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Our happiness at being back is only marred by the forced incarceration of Tinadell. To my mind his meekness in submitting speaks well of his character. Dunfallon, and then Noralei were the first to speak up on his behalf. And I reiterated in speech what I had written down in my message to the High Fairy. 

For his part, his excellency remains skeptical, but he hides behind the fact that he cannot rule in this matter. Tinadell’s treatment is dictated under the edict of the Queen and cannot be gainsaid. Only she can change that. (It is probably the reason behind Merlin’s silence in this matter).

Arrangements are being made therefore to transport Tinadell to the capital. Dunfallon, Noralei, and I will follow to speak on his behalf. 

In the meantime our little group has disbanded. Navril has left for Laguayil; Herblas to Gilgorgon’s mountain; and Gibley to the canyonlands and his clan. The little goblin cannot wait to tell the news about the changes in their former hunting grounds. Before leaving on Conjil, Gibley turned Cluyjil back over to Merlin, and gifted Rayjil to Noralei. Noralei was deeply honored by Gibley’s kindness. And I could tell Rayjil was content to remain with her.

Merlin, though curious about what is to happen with Tinadell, is talking about returning to his castle. This put me in mind of our old friend Rumble. I asked the wizard to free him to come and meet us in the capital of the Faerie Kingdom.

The Fairy Diary Day 528 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

In the end circumstances forced our decision. 

I had come to the conclusion that my team and I would return – without Tinadell. I had written the High Fairy and put in our request for them to strike the bell as soon as they received it. This I told Tinadell, and promised that I would do everything within my power to bring him over later. 

We assembled and mounted our dragons and took flight. 

However, the very ground rose up to meet us, wracked by a great turbulence. I sensed the Land of Darkness was reverting to the Land of Plenty. I made a snap decision and ordered Gibley to turn Cluyjil around, and together we rescued Tinadell from the mounting cataclysm. 

The instant we rejoined the others, we heard the reverberation of the Crack of Doom. And almost before I knew it we were back at the repository – with much to explain. 

The Fairy Diary Day 527 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

The High Fairy’s reply, at first sight, burst into flames before the words settled into their normal shape that was readable. His excellency knew very well the name of Tinadell. And though long ago, his perfidy is still fresh in his mind – for he had been a witness to his actions and present at his banishment. And though we claim he has changed he thinks that highly unlikely. 

Hearing this, Tinadell hung his head, rose from the table and departed. 

I gathered my team around the table and asked each one for their thoughts on this situation. Herblas and Gibley were the only ones to have reservations about our new acquaintance. The dwarf  could not give details for his aversion – for it was only a feeling. Gibley, however, had knowledge, at least from the goblin perspective, about what it had meant to their clan to be kept from the Land of Plenty, and freely admits that it colors everything. 

At the last, I excused myself and went out to talk to Tinadell. 

The Fairy Diary Day 521 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

I am captured. 

I was snatched off from behind Gibley when Cluyjil had halted and lingered while the others plowed ahead. 

Noralei had just exclaimed that she saw the enemy and was rallying everyone to the attack. In my helpless state (I was bound and gagged), all I could see were flames erupting from our dragons and coating a large snarling creature far ahead of where I was. 

Then nothingness …

Until I awoke here. Wherever that is. 

It is a confined space – hemmed in by stone in all directions. It is no longer cold, something to be thankful for. I still have my armor, quiver and bow, my pendants, my scroll and diary. 

Surprised none of that was taken from me. 

I toyed with the idea of writing to the High Fairy, asking to be summoned back, but realized that that would only happen when on the dragons. And not knowing the outcome of the assault on the creature, I did not know if my friends needed to go back or not.  The best I can do for now is just wait. 

The Fairy Diary Day 520 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Noralei believed we were drawing close to the lair of the Dark One. The dragons were moving more slowly – cautiously. And I myself sensed a reluctance in Cluyjil to move forward. Gibley commented on this also. 

I called a halt to consult with the others. But the minute we did so, we got hit with a shower of stones. Then a low rumble reverberated in the air around us. We just had enough time to take cover under our dragons before a massive boulder passed over our position. And a stench arose from somewhere ahead of us and blew back into our faces. 

It effectively stopped any further singing until we passed by a steaming vent hole that was pumping out the noxious fumes. 

From that point onwards the rings with the crystals came out for their imminent use. 

And I could hear the cackling again. 

The Fairy Diary Day 519 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

All of us have detected movement at the outer peripheries of our vision – constantly ahead of us, rarely behind us. Of course my thoughts want to make them out as being apparitions of Artoxon and Bifitz trying to hinder or scare us off. But nothing is judged with any certainty. 

Usually the number of sightings diminishes whenever we commence singing again. So, we try to keep it up. Gibley even chimed in with a goblin chant. I could not make head nor tail of its meaning but it paired beautifully with a dwarfish tune from Herblas. And together they seemed very effective, for all discernible movement beyond us ceased. 

Some time after that the whispering began. I thought it was Gibley muttering encouragement to Cluyjil, but when asked he denied saying anything. Then, one by one I asked the others when I thought they were the source. In each instance the answer was negative. 

Then came the cackling. It was unnerving. And all the more so because only I could hear it. 

The Fairy Diary Day 518 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Gibley tells me that he thinks we are ahead of where he and Noralei were at this time on their first trip here into the Land of Darkness. He gives the credit all to the dragons for they have been tireless in their forward movement. 

And indeed I sense that they are quite excited about being here. Cluyjil prances with excess energy each time Rayjil pauses when choosing between two paths. Conjil at those times tries to sneak past Cluyjil to get closer to Rayjil, but Dunfallon expertly checks that impulse. 

Noralei tells me that the songs in which Navril leads us, goes a long way in bolstering our mood – even keeping us warmer in the ever present cold. The dragons like it too – especially Conjil. 

I find myself constantly on the lookout for forms moving about in the dark beyond the reach of our feeble illumination. I expect and fear the sudden appearance of the ghosts of Artoxon and Bifitz. 

My mind has been relieved of one care – I received a reply from the High Fairy and we should be able to request from them a summons back to their side of the divide. We will no longer be pegged to a fifteen day return, but can return when the mission is accomplished – or as needed. 

The Fairy Diary Day 516 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Before our descent, while we were still on the lip of the crater, Noralei decided and directed that we get as deep and as fast as we could. So, rather than keep to the solid ground to descend via the pathways we launched out towards the center of the well. There she hoped we could fly down to the Dark One’s lair and drastically reduce the time it would take to reach him. 

But that proved to be impossible. There in the center the turbulence was such that try as we might we were being blown up and out of the well. Additionally the force of the wind was breaking apart our formation, causing us to lose track of one another. And since we believed we must stay in contact with one another to maintain our power to overwhelm our adversary, we retreated to the nearest solid ground, and again pushed on in our descent. 

Keeping together had the added advantage of lighting our way better through the cloying darkness. And as for the gloom that unsettled our minds, my pendants I do believe warded off the evil thoughts. But best of all were the songs that Navril sang – especially a pixie ditty that he learned somewhere. Dunfallon picked up in that one with gusto. 

Thus we shall press on. Gibley is confident that we are progressing handsomely. 

The Fairy Diary Day 515 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

I did rest before our departure. It was peaceful and calm. In some measure due I am sure to the kindness of Merlin. A shadow passed over me just prior to waking, or may even had caused me to waken. 

I was confronted by a tunnel with the sound of air rushing through it – endlessly droning. And a gripping cold squeezed my heart. 

I was so glad to wake up and shake it off. 

Then I remembered Noralei’s concern that we guard our minds on the other side. And I donned my breastplate and took up once again my three pendants. 

I shall not remove them while in the Land of Darkness. 

The dragons were alert and ready, chomping at their bits in their excitement to be off. 

I was the last to take my place. They all watched me as I mounted Cluyjil behind Gibley. In unison we signaled our readiness to Merlin and the High Fairy. Then, Gibley and Cluyjil led us up into the sky through the covering clouds. 

There before us was a shining moon with a rainbow circled round it. Gibley pointed his dragon towards it and blew the whistle. 

Rayjil and her riders to my left faded from view – then Conjil and hers on my right. And last of all us. The rainbow reached out to us and darkened the deeper we went. The rush of wind, its source to the front of us, sucked us in. 

At the end we flew through our own reflection into the Land of Darkness.  When we landed it was by the edge of a crater – a crater so vast, we could not see the other side. 

We looked to Noralei and from its edge we followed her down into the well. 

The Fairy Diary Day 514 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

There was no way around it. Necessity dictated that we practice first. And Merlin and the High Fairy ran us nonstop through the night. (Besides, as Noralei pointed out, doing it in the dark would give us all a taste of what to expect on the other side).

At first we concentrated on Navril, the only one of us with no experience riding dragons. We each took a turn riding with him on Conjil. Thankfully he proved quite adept (and I do believe even better than Dunfallon). Thus, we were able to move on to flying in formation. 

For that we worked out our assignments. Noralei and Herblas on Rayjil; Dunfallon and Navril on Conjil; and Gibley and I on Cluyjil. 

After those maneuvers ran smoothly we added armor and armaments. Our mounts were more than meet for the added weight. (Though some had doubts that with the crystals they may not be necessary). 

In the afternoon Merlin pronounced us ready. We are to rest for now. Then come sunset we shall set out for the other side.