The Fairy Diary Day 620 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

I do not think I have ever been more shocked by anything than when Merlin revealed to us all that has transpired in the Faerie Kingdom in our absence. The others were variously effected. Rumble and Noralei were visibly shaken. For his part, Gibley could sense their devastation and was moved to sadness in sympathy for them. Dunfallon, struggling with the stigma of his tardiness, could not lift his gaze under the disapproving eye of the wizard.

According to Merlin the Faerie Queen has been deposed – not just for her late dereliction of duty, but in reviewing the documents in the archive pertaining to the banishment of Tinadell, the prime minister has uncovered a matter of the most alarming nature. A secret history assumed to be written by the Queen herself detailed the plan she had successfully executed to usurp the throne from its rightful heir, Tinadell. 

That worthy has now been installed in her place.  

A prophesy that predated that time had predicted the ascension to the throne of one who weaves. Tinadell had not been a weaver in those olden times and thus was not given another thought by those then in the know. This goes a long way to explain the behavior of the queen once she learned this after Tinadell’s return and what that meant to her future, and why she moved to consolidate her power outside of the kingdom. 

When the wizard finished, Dunfallon spoke up – he had heard these revelations from his new elvish friends last night. And then he added that Tinadell is currently searching the kingdom for the right fairy to become the new High Fairy – for the High Fairy we knew is no more.

A great sadness descended over the room. 

At this turn of events it was Merlin’s turn to be shocked and announced that for this news the pixie would be forgiven his tardiness. He then went on to say that we have a great work ahead of us. It would be the best way to honor our fallen friend. 

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The Fairy Diary Day 569 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

We were off. However, there was some reluctance on the part of our dragon. Noralei had mentioned to us that he appeared to be pining away for Rayjil. And now as we were putting more distance between the two his sadness was growing. 

Finally, Dunfallon gave him a squeeze about the neck and whispered in his ear. His demeanor perked up immediately and his speed increased. 

And when Cluyjil caught sight of Merlin’s castle, his excitement grew. In a matter of a few wingbeats we were back on solid ground. The dragon deposited us in the courtyard and continued on to his very own pen – quite content. 

The owl, Merlin’s major domo, greeted us and ushered us into the wizard’s study. He knew already why we had come. At last report Merlin had just left Laguayil and was headed for Dromadil. He had left us permission to use the seers stone in his study to locate him more precisely. 

The owl did make a request before leaving us there. He told us that there had been a marked change in the Will’o’the Wisp and he asked if we could take a look at him. 

We agreed. While I stayed to consult the seers stone, the pixie went off to visit his old friend. And I did not see him the rest of the night. 

The Fairy Diary Day 414 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

I cannot begin to fully imagine what our goblin friend is going through. His sadness and disappointment dogged his every step today. And those feelings spilled over onto the hatchling, who was sluggish and clung solely to the training staff. 

Dunfallon wanted to pay an unannounced visit to the other goblin location and snap up a few other dragon training devices, but I vetoed that idea and ordered him to focus on directing our way towards Merlin’s castle. Which may mean crossing the river again. 

As we were going along I fell into a conversation with Rumble, since we have left the goblins behind he sensed less opposition to our movement which led him to speculate that it had been an enchantment put in place by them as a reaction to the dark elf incursion at the time of Gibley’s kidnapping. 

This brought to my mind the memory of Gibley’s uncle staring at us. And the flicker of fear I saw in his eyes as they took in the sight of my pendants. 

It was a reminder also to check the scroll. And therein was written a new note from the High Fairy. Merlin was now ready and willing to answer our summons.

The Fairy Diary Day 230 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

A pall of sadness has been cast over us with the answer from the High Fairy to my question about the dragon’s egg. He confirms that it is nowhere in the castle. But this leaves in its wake more questions. Is it with the missing wizard? Wherever he may be. Or has the enemy recaptured it and taken Merlin prisoner?

Consequently, we are feeling the pressure to be off on our mission. And Nililitil, having gathered his forces, wants to set them in motion for the ancient land of the dark elves. 

Yet all of us are held back, waiting for the return of Dunfallon and whether or not he has been successful in recruiting more allies for the difficulties ahead.

Day Eight Hundred Forty Nine #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

The visions continued. And were more and more upsetting. One by one the people who have been closest to us on our pilgrimage appeared to my mind’s eye, and then slipped from view into a roiling darkness. And my heart was wrung by a great sadness.

Then those images were blotted out by a blizzard of crimson snow. A phenomenon that proved real upon the opening of my eyes.

I ran towards Elijah then on watch, up on the rock outcropping. We met on the rock shelf as he was descending.

We took what shelter was afforded by the outcropping.

And there we conferred.

Elijah reported that it had only just started. And inquired if I had anything to share.

Day Seven Hundred Ninety Six #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Mei came all the way from the front, back to talk to Elijah and me. Sadness tinged her countenance, but she spoke with resolve.

She was certain that the forces of the world government must be looking for us, and was puzzled how they could miss such a large group since there were only four roads for them to check, leading out of the now dead city.

And so she put her questions- was Elijah responsible for this? And was this something she should know how to do?

I was taken aback. Not for the questions themselves. But for the fact that she had an intimation of what will be required of her in the future.

Elijah took her aside.

Day Six Hundred Twenty Seven #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We lingered long over breakfast before parting company from our new friends. They brim over with joy and thus are a pleasure to be around. They shall be missed. And the feeling is mutual.

Though the parting was tinged with sadness, the hope of our meeting again encourages all alike.

If any of their relatives remain in this world they are hopeful that they may win them to the truth.

Elijah for his part is confident that when we meet up again in Jerusalem, they will have added substantially to their number.

Our quartet had easy going on the southern route. We kept a constant vigil, scanning the sun baked horizon for the army on its march.

No sighting yet.

Day One Hundred Seventy Four #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Grazie and I spent the day working in the vineyard. She was quiet and pensive. So much so that it was plain something was bothering her.

Nothing I said could get her to open up. At the time I assumed she was still concerned about those who are held against their will in the city. So I spoke to her along that line. After I expounded for a good while about the safety of those who follow despite their circumstances, she stopped what she was doing and explained herself.

Though she admitted her concern was a factor, it was no longer the all consuming one. Instead she confessed her sadness that Lyle and myself would not be going with them.

Day One Hundred Fifty Six #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Lyle and I had barely nodded at one another before the responsibilities of the day pulled us apart. I had no time to share my vision, nor he his.

The widow told me it was imperative that I check on Grazie. An over-bearing sadness is how she described it.

I caught up with her at the vineyard. Indeed she was shrouded in gloom, and avoided my gaze. On inspiration I shared with her my vision of the Glorious Appearing. That made the difference – hope!

Lyle had been summoned to a meeting by Moglen. He went without hesitation.

At the end of the day we caught up with one another. Stan has returned. And we both had the same vision.