The Fairy Diary Day 400 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Gnoston was relieved to learn that there will be no more creeping dragons to worry his village. And to see this hatchling being removed from the kingdom was most welcome. He was curious however what our plans were for the beast. 

To this we confessed that we had no say-so over any decisions. And Gibley continues to protest that he has no designs to use his influence other than for the good of the creature. 

I am just thankful that neither dragon egg has fallen into the hands of our unknown enemy. And I entertain the possibility that the goblin will give over his control of this dragon to our friend Merlin. 

Upon reaching the point where the passage to Gilgorgon’s mountain joins the Low-way, we were surprised to see the great doors shut and barred from this side. The sight did not augur well for peace between the two kingdoms of dwarves. 

Such thoughts bore heavily on our minds while Gnoston procured a place of rest for us in the nearby camp of guards. 

We shall soon see our friend Fliget.

The Fairy Diary Day 374 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

It seems that our surroundings became more ornate the further we traveled in this passage. So, it was strange to come upon a scene of devastation and destruction. 

Dunfallon took it as proof that the dragon had gained entry to the mountain via this access. I was not convinced- but before I could utter a word, Rumble spoke up and said what I was thinking and reminded the pixie that the dark elves and Gilgorgon’s dwarves had clashed repeatedly back when the first egg was stolen. And most probably at this very spot. 

I pointed to a couple of places where I was sure Merlin had struck the ground with his staff. Even the ceiling above them showed signs of fiery blasts. 

Shortly after with the end of the passage in sight, Noralei made a definitive discovery- two jagged pieces that could only be dragon scales. 

Passing through the high doors that we had originally seen so long ago, we held to the hope that the monster was long gone. But we feared what it may have left in its wake.

The Fairy Diary Day 371 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Rumble and I rejoined with Noralei and Dunfallon to discuss our separate investigations. Noralei and Dunfallon had covered the upper entrances and found no breaches there. All gates and bars and guard stations were all in perfect working order. And their accompanying representative from Gilgorgon was satisfied that all their protective measures were indeed impenetrable. 

Rumble and I had plumbed the depths of the mountain. Our main focus was the entrance to the passage way that runs down to the Low-way built by Artoxon’s predecessors. Gilgorgon’s lieutenant assured us that after the other dragon egg had been stolen by the dark elves, they doubled and tripled the defenses in that quarter. In fact, they filled in certain sections of the passage so that only one dwarf at a time could pass through. 

At the end of our deliberations all of us, except Dunfallon, were hard pressed to explain how the dragon egg could have been removed at all. The pixie put forth his belief that either the dragon can turn itself invisible or that it can shrink in size. Or both.

The Fairy Diary Day 370 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Merlin left immediately to see to the security of the other dragon egg. It was by mutual consent. We shall remain here until we have firm direction as to our next step. Gilgorgon’s demeanor has undergone a transformation. He no longer turns an hard countenance towards us. It is clear that somehow the dragon egg had exerted an undue influence upon him. He freely admits the fact himself. 

The High Fairy has returned to the Faerie Kingdom to warn the Faerie Queen and to help her prepare for what may come next. 

Our merrie little band have assigned ourselves the task of investigating how the dragon gained entry into the most secure chamber under the mountain. 

We have paired up to pursue that end – Rumble with me – and Noralei with Dunfallon. Gilgorgon appointed two trusted lieutenants – one for each team to aid in the search.

The Fairy Diary Day 360 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Gilgorgon’s dwarves have now all returned. They have covered the immediate vicinity of their mountain and have nothing to report about our pixie – but they did come across dragon droppings. Therefore, Merlin has decided to turn his focus to the possibility that the dragon Dunfallon had encountered is on the hunt for the eggs. 

It will fall to us fairies to take up the search for Dunfallon. Once we have everything together we will set out for the pixie burrows, and failing that to Willie’s bog or even Nonin-gal-dith beyond. That is, if we don’t meet up with the High Fairy before then. 

Because Rumble reasoned that Dunfallon may have lost his silver whistle with which to summon his eagle, he came up with the idea to take the pixie’s mountain goat along with us. (It was just delivered to Gilgorgon today by Cawthrup’s son Corbet who has offered to accompany us just to this side of the pixie burrows). 

When all was prepared Noralei hurried us down the mountain before night set on. 

The Fairy Diary Day 53 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

When we arrived at the base of the mountain we were no longer in the same land. Instead of a depression in the middle of a plain, we stepped onto a sandy desert. We could not have been more surprised. Our pixie’s goat had to be restrained from turning around and climbing back up the mountain. 

If not for another message from the High Fairy, we all might have joined Dunfallon’s mount on its desperate attempt to flee this unwelcome place. 

Satisfied we were where we needed to be, we pushed onwards keeping the mountain to our backs. (The only way I could think to navigate). 

And just like on our world we passed through a veil into a more inviting terrain. 

Rumble was particularly gratified to see plants here – with wildly exotic blooms.

The Fairy Diary Day 51 #TFDbyRWOz2

The Narrator breaks in:

I was wakened from a deep sleep by a dream that continued in my conscious state. 

Or perhaps I just thought I had awakened. 

In the dream I was cocooned in my bedroom one minute and in the next I was on a strange jumble of a mountain being blown against its craggy rocks by a whirlwind of rain. 

When lightning began flashing I turned my back and hugged the stones against the following crash of thunder. 

Time seemed to stand still with the storm rolling on interminably. 

I remember feeling soaked to the skin, but not cold. Though I should have been. 

Then at some point I realized that my surroundings were exactly like Meribabell had written about in his diary. And the next instant I was back in my room wet from sweat not rain.

The Fairy Diary Day 48 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Dunfallon is unhappy. Again. I have not allowed him to return to the depression. That I have left to Rumble, for he can more safely survey what is going on there with his cloak of invisibility. He left his travel cloak here and ventured forth with it alone. 

I kept the pixie busy looking for forage for his steed. He knew his actions could not escape my notice, so he was dutiful to remain in my view. 

Later my calm was disturbed by the growing warmth of my pendant. It was Rumble returning. Absent-mindedly he’d forgotten to remove his cloak. 

He waited for Dunfallon to join us before reporting his findings. The trolls are gone. Not a sign of them anywhere. The stones have taken on the form of a high mountain whose top now lies somewhere in the clouds above. 

Rumble ended by asking, “What next?”

This prompted me to bring out the scroll. The High Fairy had answered with a single word, “Ascend.”

The Fairy Diary Day 36 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

No matter how much I try to calm myself, I am struggling with the desire to be off. Rumble and Dunfallon were coming around to my way of thinking this morning, but then came an invitation from their new friends to join them in a game. 

So they went off to roll some balls at some standing pins – the object of which is to knock them all down, I hear. 

Gilgorgon took pity on me and took me on a long climb through tunnels to the top of the mountain. There we emerged to a fantastic view. I stood there transfixed. I could clearly trace our path all the way back to Nonin-gal-dith. 

My new friend woke me from my reverie and led me around to the other side. 

The horizon on that side was not visible – it was obscured by a blackness that was growing – gaining in height and creeping in our direction. 

And it was as though a multitude was pleading for our help.

The Fairy Diary Day 30 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

We have indeed entered the forest. But our direction has altered off the straight heading. Evidently our quarry decided to skirt around the mountain instead of climbing over it. 

Rumble thinks that we are past the danger of falling into the clutches of any trolls. Dunfallon is not so sure. But then again he seems more concerned with the sound of hammer blows echoing down from somewhere above. 

Their tone, I admit, is unsettling. And if those wielding the hammers are indeed dwarves, they will be more of a challenge to get by than the trolls. 

My confidence is waning – especially as the High Fairy remains silent.