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.

The Fairy Diary Day 3 #TFDbyRWOz2

The Fairy Diary Day 3

Meribabell writes:

It was a pleasant day in the sunshine as I toured the daisy chain around our village. All appears in order. But better yet my time out and about improved my mood. 

And now I am filled up with more ideas for improvements the next time I am in council. 

If I apologize. 

There has got to be a way around that. 

I was just writing that sentence when the strangest bit of metal appeared at the top of this page. 

I removed it and examined it closely. It is striking to look at, perhaps a precious metal – but seems incomplete, there are two loose ends that do not meet together. 

I shall show it to my friend.

The Fairy Diary Day 2 #TFDbyRWOZ2

The Fairy Diary Day 2

Meribabell writes:

One day and I am already on report. If I want back in their presence I have to write an apology to that insufferable Rumbletwist. 

Well, I do not know if it is worth it. 

Besides I believe it is totally unfair. Does the council leader have the right to require it from me?

I just made one little suggestion. Surely an improvement that everyone in our village would approve. 

How could I know that saying what everyone was thinking could insult the high and mighty Rumble?

I think I’ll stay away tomorrow. Maybe I’ll go on a trip. 

Day One Thousand Two Hundred Thirty Three #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Had we entertained beforehand the thought of going to Damascus, we would have changed our minds when the city came into view. It was a city no longer. What was left was little bigger than a village. A village broken down and smoldering.

I had a flash of concern for our people in the hiding place. And wondered if what befell Damascus had spread its impact that far afield.

Elijah spoke up and put my mind at ease with his assurances.

Tomas, soon after, diverted us onto another path and what was left of Damascus slipped from our view.

I wish I had talked once more with Tomas before he and the Captain took the lead and departed this life.

Day One Thousand Two Hundred Thirty Two #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

There were signs of a recent occupation when we reached the village at the edge of the wilderness. But we didn’t realize just how much until we set out this morning.

One entire building was filled up with dead bodies, our attention drawn to it by a swarm of buzzing flies. A makeshift hospital I assumed, but Mr. Kagi called that into question when he observed that all of them wore the uniform of the army of the North. A detail that bore a more sinister connotation.

While Tomas and the Captain ranged ahead, picking a way for us off of the beaten path, Elijah walked with Mawuli.

Mr. Kagi and I marveled at the depth of the lad’s understanding.

Day One Thousand Two Hundred Thirty One #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We found the redoubt empty and in disarray. It had been abandoned in a hurry. Whether it was to join the battle or to flee we didn’t know.

Mawuli and Tomas opted to keep vigil. Through the whole night.

But I took over at midnight and sent them in for a much deserved rest.

Actually there was nothing to watch or guard against. Save wild animals. And none put in an appearance.

Elijah led us out in the early morning. He wants to reach the village at the edge of the wilderness by tonight.

No matter how late.

Along the way the Captain shared a premonition. He doesn’t think he and Tomas will arrive at the hiding place with us.

Day One Thousand One Hundred Ninety Four #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

There were many roving patrols we had to dodge up on these heights above the altar. And we had to set up even further back as Moglen had positioned an outpost where we hid when last we were here.

After we were in place, we sent Tomas back down the trail. From the hills on the way here we had spotted Sy’s group emerge out of the village into the wilderness. He will meet up with them and lead them up to this position.

Elijah and I made a quick trip down for a closer look. We saw that all its stone work appears to be back in place. But as of yet no golden idol.

Five days to go.

Day One Thousand One Hundred Ninety Three #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We have left behind the area affected by the earthquake and passed the village at the edge of the wilderness, which we note had been severely damaged. We should arrive above Sy’s old redoubt tomorrow.

I had to remind Tomas we needed to select a pathway just outside the village to obtain the heights above our destination. He had another in mind farther along, but agreed that this selection best met the intentions behind our plan.

I asked him if fatigue was overtaking him and if so suggested a halt.

He protested that we had not the time. That’s when Elijah broke in and ordered a halt.

We set him down and laid hands on him, praying for his strengthening.

Day One Thousand One Hundred Forty Six #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Just as Elijah had forced us on day and night, so now that we have reached the village at the edge of the wasteland, he has forced us into a prolonged rest.

The village is still deserted, yet strangely, any vestige of the sentry camps at either end have all been removed.

We had our pick of accommodations in the inn off the square. Reuben took the first watch and the one after that. To me the heaviness of desolation hangs over the place. Reuben felt this keenly too, a fact he confessed to me when I relieved him. And the reason he took the two shifts. I think he dreads the thought of closing his eyes in this place.

Day One Thousand Forty Eight #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We passed into the territory that lead to the village at the edge of the wilderness that surrounds our destination. Only at the sight of that town did I realize that we had not encountered the patrolling drones that plagued us on that former occasion.

I remarked on their absence to Elijah. Even as I did so we both knew the answer. They were needed elsewhere for a bigger military operation.

So too with the village. It was deserted. And there, signs were evident of abandoned encampments at both ends of the town. Neither of which had been there the last time we were in the vicinity.

We stopped to rest in the town square, then took up our march.