The Fairy Diary Day 392 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

We forged an agreement with Gibley. We were happy to allow him to follow his orders unfettered. But he would not be allowed to report back to his commander until after we have resolved the problem of the dragon and the dragon egg. So he became an unofficial member of our party. 

(Besides we all felt he was safer with us. Rumble thought for sure he would otherwise have been caught in another trap, even the rather poor ones set by Artoxon’s dwarves). 

Dunfallon kept the goblin close, and enjoyed his time with him. 

We were drawing close to the dwarf capital, when each one of us froze in place. Gibley had no idea what had happened. But the rest of us knew we were experiencing exactly what Gnoston and his people had when the dragon was creeping nearby their village. 

It was very disquieting. 

And more so when I considered that this might be a second dragon. For we thought for sure the one we were pursuing was much deeper below us. And may in fact be already in the vaults under Artoxon’s apartments. 

The Fairy Diary Day 289 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

The barracks offshoot contained no visible creatures. But Rumble did find signs of recent occupation. And he thinks the markings left on the walls look like the work of goblins. We pressed onwards only to hear the sounds of footfalls fleeing from us. Emboldened by their flight Rumble hastened his pace. Fearing a trap I stopped him and together we decided that it would be better if the four of us tackled it together. 

So we went deeper in search of our comrades. 

We found Noralei and Dunfallon outside the second uncharted offshoot. 

They also had had an encounter. Noralei confirms that goblins are involved because that is what they told her. The beings had made their presence known by their voices only – pleading pitifully for help. They want to be visible again. 

All at once what we had experienced and not seen down here made sense – especially those mysterious workers at the forges.

The Fairy Diary Day 59 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

A constant check with the scroll has yielded nothing. The High Fairy, it seems, for now is not responding. I am left to wonder if he knows about our predicament, or if he even cares. 

I sent Dunfallon out again and he came back immediately with word that the man is still in the same place and appears to be in a trance himself. 

That adds more perplexity to the situation. 

Here I was thinking we had come up against the source of the evil that shrouds in darkness, and now there is a possibility we have discovered another victim instead. 

Neither Rumble nor Dunfallon wanted to approach the man for fear of a trap. But as we discussed our options, my pendant made the decision for us. 

It chose to go to the human’s aid. 

And that is how we met Merlin. 

The Fairy Diary Day 9 #TFDbyRWOz2

The Fairy Diary Day 9

Meribabell writes:

This is all unfamiliar territory. I know quite well the lay of the land in the other direction. Many times I have been to the capital where our Queen reigns. Which, no doubt, was why Rumbletwist has chosen this direction. He wants to stay beyond the reach of all authority. 

The further I go away from our village the more I slow down. Partly it is the strangeness of something new. Mostly it is the fear of falling into some trap or other. 

Last night I could hear something moving around among the trees and brush where I had chosen to rest. I sat and listened until I was sure it had crawled away. 

It was an uneasy night. 

Thankfully there is only one path before me, so Rumbletwist has to be somewhere ahead. 

I may have my eyes on it, but my mind is perplexed with thoughts of how to capture and take him back.

Day One Thousand Two Hundred Thirteen #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

During each of our turns on watch through the night, we observed the army passing by in the plain. And they ceased to throw out units to their flanks.

In the light of day we finally could ascertain that these troops belonged to the world government. Most looked fresh and ready for action, but there were a few that appeared wasted, just limping along. And those were prodded forward mercilessly. Prisoners.

The units left behind in ambush waited unmoving all day. We could see them for we knew where to look, but invisible, we were sure, to anyone below.

Their trap looks to be a failure. The end of the retreating army came in view with no one in pursuit.

Day Fifty PM #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Clarissa is taking to our new camp with great ease. For me I feel anything but ease.

I am waiting again for Lyle to reach us. I am convinced that wherever he is, when he can seize the opportunity he will join us.

Meanwhile I placed my drone in orbit around our perimeter. There was absolutely nothing in its scanner. Therefor I increased its coverage, staying on this side of the wall.

Today it was able to cover a sizable distance in both directions. By its means, I pinpointed the exact location of another gateway, one that perhaps does not involve a trap.

And best of all I have seen a sign that Lyle may already be on this side.

Day Forty Three #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

After a vigil of several hours, we were rewarded for our patience, with a confirmation of sorts. Indeed, sections do open up, and animals come in from the outside, but it is all one direction. Nothing goes out. Nor could there. As Lyle points out, it’s all a trap. The “doors” only open to take in what ever these forces want.

We will need to find another way. And I am so thankful that forewarned we can be forearmed against some very dire consequences.

Curiosity is rising though. We have seen no human presence. We’re beginning to suspect it’s all remotely controlled, or perhaps even of a robotic nature. Why are they guarding against where we all should be going?