The Fairy Diary Day 452 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

My mind buzzed all night with thoughts I could not quiet. Not that I wanted to – but these thoughts were not taking me anywhere. And were not helpful, only frustrating. 

Sleep at last came and with it a dream. The visions thus granted were not at all clear – waving shadows among other shadows – darkness the only commonality. Then there came a tinkling – softer, then louder, then softer again. A presence drew nearer then receded. And three words touched my ear – “Seek the bell.”

I could no longer sleep, but went down to wait upon Merlin. 

Rumble and Dunfallon had joined me by the time his door opened. Seeing us he stepped aside and let us in. We hardly settled in before the details of my dream came out in a gush. 

Rumble looked at Dunfallon and the pixie to the wizard and we said in chorus “The crack of doom.”

Merlin nodded and said, “I shall summon the High Fairy.”

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The Fairy Diary Day 206 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

The burrow that Dunfallon built turned out to be very comfortable. We would have all drifted off to sleep as soon as we settled in, if not for the stories with which the pixie insisted on regaling us. Not that we didn’t want to listen. On the contrary they were just so interesting that we did not wish to miss any part of them. 

However, there were consequences. 

All of us slept soundly when we did sleep. So soundly that the new day was half spent before we rose. 

There was a message waiting on my scroll from the High Fairy. He and Merlin report flights of black birds spotted over Nonin-gal-dith and Merlin’s castle. Given that information we are reasonably certain that we have successfully escaped the notice of these agents of our enemy.

The Fairy Diary Day 191 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

I was wakened out of a sound sleep in the middle of the night. A voice was telling me to arise and depart. I looked around but no one was there. 

I got up just to be sure and walked around. Still nothing to see. Dunfallon was on watch, but  took one look my way, shrugged his shoulders and turned back to his oversight. 

I never did get back to sleep, but at least the voices stopped. 

Then this morning – a curious thing – both Rumble and Noralei reported dreams in which something was telling them to get out. To Rumble it appeared to be a snake hissing; to Noralei a dragon whispering. In neither case was it enough to wake them, but they did remember what they thought had happened. They did not feel threatened but rather warned. 

Before setting out I checked my scroll. There was a message waiting there for me from the High Fairy. 

He has returned to Nonin-gal-dith. And has just finished weeding out whole fields of the suspicious plants. And at the foot of his note he related a rumor that dragons have been spotted in the lands beyond Nimrood’s kingdom. 

Not the type of news we wanted to hear on the heels of our night of voices and dreams.

Day Eight Hundred Sixty One #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Town police rousted us from our sleep this morning. We had chosen a place too close to the town for their liking. Thus we were a little earlier on the road than planned.

It worked to our advantage as we made good progress being the only ones on the road at that hour.

Ahead we could see a series of villages nestled along the road surrounded with fields under cultivation.

I debated with Elijah whether or not to leave the road and go around them. He felt no need or compulsion to do so. I wanted to avoid anything like yesterday that could hold us back again.

We concluded that walking in the fields would bring unwanted attention to ourselves.

Day Eight Hundred Forty Three #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

More barking. And not just one or two. The thought that a pack may be trying to work up the courage to attack caused us to greet the morning with thankfulness.

We stood down in a valley between two ranges of dunes. We were pleased to see that our hill had gained in stature, in great part due by comparison, I am sure, to our position within this sort of valley.

Elijah pointed down its length and said, “Tomorrow we shall turn the corner.”

On my watch I resolved to rein in my excitement at the new step ahead of us. I knew if I were to fail, it would only eat away at me and sleep would be impossible.

Day Seven Hundred Fifteen #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Our path turned and we chased the sun in its movement westward.  We had intermittent views of the desert in the distance on the up cycles of our up and down progress.

But on one of those occasions something else was revealed – a village or hamlet sat astride our path a few ranges ahead. Wisps of smoke curled above it.

Tomas was all for running ahead to investigate. But we held him back for we judged it to be a couple days’ journey away.

As for the Captain he wanted to go around it altogether and not call attention to ourselves.

Elijah and I advised staying the course.

A hauntingly familiar melody played in my thoughts before sleep claimed me.

Day Six Hundred Eighty Eight #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Elijah awoke first, and came and roused me. We collected Tomas and the Captain and departed our captors.

Both soldiers were in a deep, sound sleep.

Outside the crevice I had to hush our puzzled companions until we were further down the trail.

Later to my explanation the Captain said it was like one of the passages he had read to me recently. I concurred.

We looked for the army but the pass below was empty. Elijah told us it was imperative for us to catch up to them.

We picked up the pace, but I was not convinced it would make any difference. Another path at a fork looked to suffice and we took it despite its radiation warning.

Day Six Hundred Nineteen #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

The darkness has returned again. It’s like the land wanted to roll over and go back to sleep.

Even the farmers were late getting on the road. But only a few traveled towards the army camp.

It got darker. Like a storm ready to break over our heads. You could smell it in the air.

Elijah took me with him into the city. Our friends remained behind – unhappy, but obedient.

Upon our arrival in the central square a mass meeting was underway. Rain was spitting.

Elijah interrupted.

I saw his image on the building wall as he announced to the world that he was sealing up the heavens.

The rain stopped. The sky cleared. And the Spirit whisked us away.

Day Three Hundred Sixty Six #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Land in sight. A continent by the looks of it, extending across the horizon to our front and wrapping around to our port side.

The Captain is puzzled. The port should be dead ahead, but with the onset of night, not a glimmer of light indicates its presence. Despite the Captain’s familiarity with these waters, Tomas advised him to hold off for daylight before venturing in any closer. The Captain agreed and ordered him to set a sea anchor.

No one saw the guard today. Though most thought he was catching up on some much needed sleep, I went down to check he intended no harm to himself and was pleased to find him resting.

No one saw Elijah today.

Day Two Hundred Seventy Seven #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

The quiet of the night was interrupted by shrieks and clashing sounds from the square, though from my bedroom in the upper story, peace enveloped the household still. I rolled over and went back to sleep.

I learned later that Elijah had sallied out and confronted the “reprobates.” I guess that was the clashing or crashing noises I heard.

His bravery impressed Sy’s parents. So they did not stop us when we went out with the morning crowd.

Our plan for the day was simple – get to know the area well enough so as to not get lost.

We came across a worksite. And next to that an administration building, newly opened.

Marked our list and returned home before night.