The Fairy Diary Day 333 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

We three fairies kept up our watch rotation of the traffic on the Low-way. Only one of us had anything to report. Noralei saw one dark elf come up from the stronghold, but shortly after returned post haste. 

It must have been at that time that Rumble decided to encourage the growth of the roots around the walls of this junction. 

There I was wondering how Merlin and Dunfallon were doing in their separate attempts to track down the dragon egg, when little sprouts started dropping from the plant roots, and commenced walking about the chamber. 

This alarmed both of us, but seemed to amuse Willie no end.

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The Fairy Diary Day 329 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

We decided to retreat based on the fact that our current location is too close to the stronghold. I thought it wiser to give ourselves more opportunity to spot and to seize the dragon egg, and to do that, required that we descend to the Low-way and head back to the other passage that connects to the first junction we came to in the side passage. 

Before we followed Dunfallon down to the Low-way, Rumble finished his ministrations to the plant roots with good results. They appeared healthy and thriving. 

Keeping to the wall and the shadows, Dunfallon soon had us at the other passage to the first junction. Along the way we sighted only a few dark elves – traveling singly – some up the Low-way, others down. Obviously messengers, but none carrying a dragon egg. 

We took turns going up to the chamber of the junction. When it came Noralei’s turn, she was gone no more than fifty wingbeats before flying back down with the news that the red ashes in her compass were once again active. 

We think it might be tracking the dragon egg.

The Fairy Diary Day 328 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

So many things are happening that I am finding it difficult to keep it all in perspective. What things need our immediate attention – and what things are a distraction. 

We arrived at another junction. Dunfallon found one passage that led down to the Low-way – just before it reaches the gate into the dark elves’ stronghold. 

Willie has awakened again and he is throwing off more light than ever before. I do not know whether it is because he is rested or if we are now closer to the enemy than we have ever been. 

Noralei, out of curiosity, inspected another passage and returned, flying with all of her might. The passage led to one of the deepest mines she had ever seen – much deeper than the shaft back at the capital. But of the highest concern was the felt presence of that bane of fairies – iron ore. Going forward we will need to exercise extreme caution whichever path we choose. 

While Dunfallon and Noralei were gone, Rumble examined this junction chamber closely. It’s walls are an entwined network of tree and other plant roots – and they are dying. Without hesitation he set about tending to their needs. 

I am struggling for we may not have time for this. For I received a message from the High Fairy – although Gilgorgon and Merlin have pushed back the threat of the attacking dark elves, the enemy successfully carried away one of the dragon eggs. He wants us to be on the lookout for it. 

The Fairy Diary Day 287 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

During our last rest period I had a dream. (I know not if was night time – down here cut off from the light it is difficult to discern). It began with one of those fire plants spitting its flames at me. As I ran away – even taking flight in the tunnels – it came after me. 

I ducked to one side upon reaching the shaft. My adversary flew on past and halted in mid air – remained still for the longest time – then its roots expanded – lengthening and growing to fill the shaft – sending tendrils into all the branches. 

When at the last I was pinned by the engorging plant, I was shaken awake. 

My friends had surrounded me in my agitated state and sought to comfort me in my confusion. 

For the longest time I was unable to speak. My head was crowded with the single thought – I had found the enemy we had been pursuing.

Day Eight Hundred Nineteen #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Our guide has switched roles today, looking to Elijah and myself as guides into the Truth. He hung upon every lesson as Elijah taught from the surroundings. The plants heavy with grain, the water nourishing their roots, and the very light of the sun’s rays helping us to see these things.

Time seemed to stand still as we kept on our way. Before we knew it we were beyond the fields and into unreclaimed desert. The dryness added discomfort to the heat.

We began a swing to the north following the contour of a bowl-like depression, the end of which meant a steep climb up to a new elevation and a view of the megapolis- minus its tallest building.