The Fairy Diary Day 598 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Merlin also believed the charred carcass to be that of a Frost Fairy – but his pronouncement is mainly due to our description of its color before its immolation. However, more questions than before now crop up. Why only one? Are there more of his kind below? Are they aware of the damage they are doing? Do they have malevolent intentions?

The situation has me rethinking what the High Fairy may have meant in his last message. Was this all just a tragic accident?

My doubts grew stronger with the new dawn since there were no accompanying upheavals. Dunfallon was keen to go back down. We let him return on Conjil with Gibley and Navril. 

I was not up to returning, so I remained with Merlin and the others. 

I admit that I was not much company the rest of the day. 

But I put my pen and this diary aside when I heard our friends shout:

“They are coming!”

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 Hundred Three #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Passing by the last villages on the way to the city, Lyle didn’t bother to look.

I did. Unexpectedly people filled their tiny streets. I wondered why they were not in the city, but then I remembered the widow’s rejection.

Lyle kept the mother and her son close by. At some distance from the city gate, we flowed into a pen with waiting people. The son explained that only one can go forward to speak for his group. They hope that Lyle can persuade the gatekeepers of the metropolis to accept us.

We found an end to the line that wound through the pen, and joined it.

We had only advanced halfway when the gate closed.

We dared not leave.