The Fairy Diary Day 213 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

The noises increased over night. We could hear something moving about sniffing and snarling. But inside the barrier we felt safe and secure.  

Nothing was about when we emerged in the daylight and got underway. But Rumble was certain we were being watched. 

Dunfallon got the bright idea of begging the cloak of invisibility from Rumble and remaining behind us to spy on whatever may be about. I reluctantly agreed and a ruckus erupted but a few moments after we left him. 

We came about, weapons at the ready. 

The pixie had a huge orange cat at bay. (It was easily bigger than all of us put together). Blood was flowing from a wound in its flank and it was screaming uncontrollably. Noralei ran forward and dispatched it with a single slash of her sword. 

There were no sounds following us the rest of the day. 

Day Seven Hundred Thirty #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Hour upon hour passed by. And not a peep from our captors. Nor did anyone look in on us. Not even to deliver a morsel of bread that has been our daily allotment.

We can only speculate that they have their hands full elsewhere. My thoughts went immediately to the return of the tanker trucks with combat units.

Tomas tried the door at one point. It was still locked. But no one outside reacted to the ruckus it raised.

This inspired the Captain to again rummage through the chamber for anything that could jimmy the door. As in every time before there was nothing that wasn’t bolted down. His efforts only raised his frustration.

Elijah remained calm and waited patiently.

Day Four Hundred Fourteen #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

The broken bits of drone raised a ruckus when Mawuli and I brought them in. The leaders of the settlement dispatched men to look for its base of operations. The results were inconclusive as night overtook their efforts.

They went out again today. And Mawuli and I did also but on another tack. Elijah thought it best that we check the high points around camp, starting with the promontory that juts out into the plain. And that is indeed where we found a base camp of sorts, a fully automated one.

I removed its batteries and Mawuli stepped back and used the remainder for sling target practice.

Our find was welcomed upon our return, the batteries put to good use.