The Fairy Diary Day 124 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Dunfallon was first upon the scene of a vast slaughter. He hurried us forward with descriptions of the remains of a battle. Clearly the combatants were humans and trolls, judging by the bodies splayed open to the skies. With here and there an occasional wolf carcass. 

There was no easy way around, as it spread in both directions as far as we could see.

We stopped to discuss whether to cross through the battlefield or not. It was a short discussion for we all agreed we needed to do so – if only to learn something more about the enemy. 

Dunfallon led the way and kept a tally on the way. There were far and away more human bodies than trolls. So we concluded that the troll army had been the victors. 

Yet gaining the other side which was the high ground we could not make out where, if at all, the victors left the field. 

The eeriness of the place dampened all our spirits. 

The Fairy Diary Day 55 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

I had dreams over night of calamities befalling Nonin-gal-dith. Horrible scenes of slaughter and fire and voices crying out in the darkness. 

The night for Dunfallon and Rumble was also filled with disturbing visions. 

Before we set out again one glance between the pixie and me caused him to speak up. He said he meant what he said back in the dwarf stronghold – no matter how much he wanted to be back with them – he promises to see us through the crisis. 

I was relieved. And ashamed that I had ever doubted him. For his heart is as true as Rumble’s and mine. 

And yet each of us is being sorely tried with thoughts of home continuing throughout the day. Made all the harder by the silence in the very air around us. 

Day One Thousand Two Hundred Twenty Nine #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We are bone weary, but alert. Throughout the slaughter of yesterday, either Tomas and myself, or the Captain and Mr. Kagi stood by Elijah and helped him hold his arms aloft.

What before our eyes whirled in ceaseless motion, finally settled into the stillness of death behind the passage of something the likes of which I can only describe as a wave. Leastways until the clouds of carrion birds arrived. Rising and falling at their whim and gorging themselves.

Mawuli was the only one of our number who desired to descend into the valley for a closer look.

We all know he seeks Stan. He did so, against my advice. And despite the Captain claiming to have seen him flee.