The Fairy Diary Day 402 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

It seems we were kept waiting forever outside the gate to the stronghold city. The guards would not let us pass due to the presence of Gibley’s hatchling. And our demands to see Fliget went unanswered. Finally Gnoston was able to convince them to allow him entry to seek an audience with his friend. 

In the meantime Rumble purchased a hooded cloak from a passing merchant, with which Gibley and Noralei swaddled the hatchling. (It was more to hide her from prying eyes than anything else). 

As his impatience grew, Dunfallon agitated about either taking to the side passages to enter the city or maybe even going up to the surface and be on our way. But I vetoed his first idea as dangerous and reminded him that the quickest and easiest way to the canyonlands was through the city. 

The pixie’s sulk was cut short by the appearance of our friend Fliget – and his explanation for our long wait. He had decided to order all his subjects to stay indoors or to move from the main thoroughfare in order to clear a route through the city for our party to pass through unseen. 

He added an apology that there would be no time consequently to renew our friendship. I told him I understood but later remarked to the others that I felt our friend was being forced to comply to the will of the long arm of Artoxon.

The Fairy Diary Day 219 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Out of abundance of hospitality our captors only questioned us until they were satisfied that we had nothing to do with the flooding of their city. (Well, not intentionally). Then, they fed us and gave us a room for the night. With two guards at the door and two more at the window. 

Their questions today were all about our mission or as they expressed it – just what are you doing here in our land?

Navril, the elf who restrained Dunfallon yesterday took us into the elf council where the leader Nililitil presided and introduced us. 

Thankfully they know Merlin – favorably so – which is a plus in our favor. As for the High Fairy and the Faerie Kingdom they know little, nor do they care to know more. 

But when we mentioned the dark elves and the far away black crystalline structure they were all ears. What we had described was something from their long ago history, something that no longer exists to their knowledge. 

With that Nililitil brought us up to the highest spot in their city. And there pointed us to the spot on the horizon where we knew the crystalline structure should have been. But wasn’t. 

We were at a loss for words.

The Fairy Diary Day 149 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Dunfallon returned on his eagle, which was a minor miracle for we had to change positions. (The eagle was no doubt a great aid on that score). He brought word that the guards will be on standby and will respond to a new password. (And he added that he liked Nimrood very much).

The pixie solved our second problem by opting to remain outside with Geog and Grimace. Not the best solution by any measure, but none could think of a better. 

That decided, Caywyn led us around to the secret entrance, and there we had to wait quite some time while a supply train for the trolls passed by. 

Inside the guards met us and escorted us in, just in time for a sumptuous meal spread out to welcome us. 

As reported Nimrood was overjoyed to receive us and showered honor upon us by placing us with him at the head of the table. 

Caywyn was quite moved to see the change in his king and relative. The king for his part waved away the concern for his loss and said that we’ll talk of that and the future tomorrow. For tonight he will only celebrate life.

The Fairy Diary Day 134 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

I made the decision to go into the outpost alone. My friends remained outside and observed. 

I kept to the road and approached slowly, doing my best to be non threatening. (I left my bow and quiver with Rumble. Though I admit given my size I probably could not scare anyone).

Soon all eyes were on me. I could feel it. The guards at the gate allowed me to come right up to them. 

The one in charge knelt and asked me, “Would you happen to be the fairy named Meribabell?”

I barely squeaked out a “Yes,” so great was my surprise. 

And he added with a grin, “Then where are your companions?”

Such was my introduction to the Captain of Nimrood’s personal guard, Caywyn, and soon his introduction to all of us, as I brought my friends in at his invitation.

The Fairy Diary Day 89 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

We bid goodbye to the guards today. We are very close to the border of the Faerie Kingdom and they are anxious not to create an incident. This despite our assurances that we would vouch for them. 

If anything Willie has increased his nastiness. Especially towards Rumble. And does not seem to tire as before. He has kept it up all day. 

We shall have to exercise extreme vigilance overnight. And perhaps double up the watch, making it a very long night for each of us. 

I wonder what the High Fairy plans to do with him. After he questions him that is. Rumble has stated on many occasions that Willie should be bound up and sent somewhere never to be heard from again. 

I am beginning to agree with him.

The Fairy Diary Day 87 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Willie has been behaving oddly today. Usually he is all vociferous to begin with, and quiets down by the end of the day. Instead he was been silent the day long. And looking very pale. 

Dunfallon is concerned he may just fade away. But I have suspicions he is up to something. 

Perhaps if he disappears altogether he hopes we will open the lantern and he can escape. 

Rumble shares my suspicion and is keeping an even closer eye on him. 

The guards tell us they will be turning back the day after tomorrow. I wonder if knowing that fact will embolden Willie to more aggressive action. 

I think that though he is getting weaker the farther we get from his beloved swamp, the more desperate he will become.

The Fairy Diary Day 85 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

We have passed through two large pixie burrows this side of the road so far. It has slowed us considerably. What with all the curiosity generated by our presence, that is, fairies traveling with pixies, but even more so in regard to the Wisp. 

We would have been merrily on our way if not for an elderly pixie who recognized our prisoner. Willie returned his greeting and launched into a full throated plea for rescue. 

Thankfully the guards took control of the situation and brought us through without harm. 

After that I instructed the guards to keep to the pixie pathways and avoid the villages.

The Fairy Diary Day 83 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

The Wisp renewed his demands to be released when we set out this morning. By turns imperious command or abject groveling. We made no effort to reason with him. And tried our best to ignore him. 

The guards sent along by Nailbiter were curious and asked lots of questions about our prisoner. I did my best, but it was the testimony of Dunfallon that fully convinced them that their pity would be misplaced in his regard. 

So, the guards turned their attention to reports of human bands traveling the roads paralleling the border and kept us well out of sight to chance encounters.

Pixies have a marvelous system of hidden trails and tunnels. I am much impressed.

Day One Thousand Two Hundred Forty #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Mei writes:

I walked down to the square where the bodies of my friends lay open to the air. They were cordoned off. Their removal forbidden still.

Nor would the guards let me linger – but through repeated blows forced me away.

I found a quiet spot to write this, wondering when the promise would be fulfilled.

A commotion erupted among the guards and they scattered falling over one another as Elijah and Enoch stood to their feet and were drawn upward – alive.

There they joined those around my heart’s cherished longing, Yeshua. And I saw my name written on the palm of his uplifted hand.

I set aside my pen to reunite with my friends.

In the beginning of forever.

Day One Thousand One Hundred Seventy Two #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

From the safety of a dense thicket Quasimo sent the drone aloft to join the stream passing near the Temple. The surroundings thereabouts were too exclusive and affluent for us to wander around.

The pictures sent back were inconclusive. The cages on the grounds all held animals – no sign of Mawuli.

Ordering the others to remain, Elijah and I, walked up to the Temple.

Ignored at first, that all changed when a passerby recognized Elijah and ran from us raising a hue and cry.

Stan’s image materialized at the gate and announced that the one we sought was now with his army and would do a good service for him.

Guards tried to seize us but we were whisked away.