The Fairy Diary Day 429 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Merlin called a halt at the spot he identified as the location for the pitched battle between Gilgorgon’s dwarves and the dark elves. Though for the most part the area had been scrubbed clean, one still could make out the scorch marks left by the blasts from Merlin’s staff. 

The wizard told us that this was where they turned the tide of the battle. And most curious to him there was a fresh monument set up to commemorate the occasion. And more curious still it was not forged by dwarves. 

But a chill went through me as a vision of Willie – the Will’o’the Wisp – passed before my eyes. Neither Rumble nor Merlin saw the vision – but myself alone. 

In fact, they did not notice that I had frozen in place while they continued on. When they did realize I was not with them and returned for me, I stood helpless and watched their attempts to revive me from my stupor. 

It was the first indication that something completely out of the norm was bound up in the mystery surrounding the fate of our friends the dwarves. 

The Fairy Diary Day 251 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

It all came to pass as experienced in my vision. For one exact moment at least. Our ship was clipping along, the bow wave curling just below the painted eyes. 

Rumble and I passed by Noralei and Dunfallon as they ended their shift. They were smiling and laughing and had found their first watch exhilarating. 

The captain was very satisfied with our progress. 

But then at midday the wind that had been steadfastly favorable dropped off entirely. And the images from my vision evaporated. 

There was not a breath of air from any quarter that would fill our sails. 

So, between us, Rumble and I convinced the captain to try a different method. At our instruction he wet the sails down and with me behind the first and Rumble the second, we beat our wings and created our own breeze. Though far from as fast as before we at least maintained some forward momentum. 

Even with frequent rests, we were quite tired by the end of our watch. And left the chore to Noralei with the caution to rest often. 

The Fairy Diary Day 229 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

The High Fairy was distressed to learn about the nature of the recent attack. He doesn’t like the trend of these assaults. They are clearly growing in severity. He envisions that they may culminate in a dragon attack. 

I wrote back to remind him that we may have headed off that possibility when we handed over that dragon’s egg to Merlin. As I was writing, an additional thought occurred to me and I asked him if he had seen any sign of it in the wizard’s castle. 

Having asked the question the idea that it may have gotten away from us nagged at me the rest of the day. 

We met with Nililitil and I shared my vision. He was uncomfortable with the thought of splitting our forces. But Navril spoke up and convinced him that it should all ultimately be for the best.

The Fairy Diary Day 62 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Merlin feted us today with a gathering around his great hall table as a thanks for rescuing him. His entire household rose and applauded, roared, or chirped for us. 

He then went on to explain what he hopes the next few days will hold for us before sending us back out on our ‘great adventure.’

Afterwards the wizard invited me out onto the rampart for a private conversation. My companions were handed over to his major domo – a wise old owl who, they later told me, shared with them some vital instruction. 

From the view before me I was struck how much more threatening the darkness seemed today than yesterday. So, when he told me that we were being sent back to Nonin-gal-dith, I could hardly believe him. 

He then waved his hand in a circling motion and a vision appeared between us. 

It was a troll army – on the move. And I thought of that force that passed us in the wasteland.

Day One Thousand Two Hundred Seventeen #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Elijah had chosen three of his disciples to go to Babylon. They had acted on a suggestion he had made to them long before they had last parted from us. He had told them that the Spirit would nudge them to the task when the time was proper.

And when it had came to pass, at that self-same instant one was given a vision of Mr. Kagi. That disciple was with that worthy somewhere on the path behind them.

We dispatched the Captain and one of the disciples to bring them in.

We waited and waited. Through a long night. And when they arrived this morning even Tomas and Mawuli abandoned their lookout to come greet our old friend.

Day One Thousand Sixty #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Elijah gathered us together after breakfast. The general expectation prevailed that he would announce our departure immediately. All the more so since Elam’s revelation that he too had been given a vision of a rising tide of blood.

But Elijah caught us off balance. Though he concurs that our group is now complete, he does not agree that it is time to leave.

He has called for another fast and that it is to commence tomorrow when we set out on to the road eastward. We shall halt on the stone bridge and there hold a vigil and await a sign.

We then passed the day in preparation both physically and spiritually.

And Mei cheerfully lent a hand to all.

Day One Thousand Fifty Five #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

I keep looking around to see if someone is coming out to join us. Someone else trekking up the road, called to be with us for the perilous time ahead. For both the Captain and Mei left the hiding place compelled by a dream on the Captain’s part and by a vision on hers.

But, currently we are only on the first step. None of us know what we should do next. Other than wait.

Elijah and Sy have taken the Captain and Mei with them into the set apart place. I have taken it upon myself to stand guard here atop the redoubt.

Though by myself, I am not alone. Alert to my surroundings, and alert to the Spirit.

Day One Thousand Fifty Two #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Jordan had taken a long time to get his people into Galilee.  Months had passed hiding out from the army of the East, looking and praying for an opportunity and a way through the lines of that vast army. Finally they skirted around its northern flank, just before that direction was closed by another army coming from the North.

His tale, also told to Sy, is why the latter is reluctant to leave. He feels his destiny lies here.

So this morning we have agreed. Raj P will take Jordan and his people on to the hiding place. And Quasimo shall take Sy’s people there.

Sy shall remain with us, for his vision matches exactly the dream given to me.

Day Nine Hundred Ninety Six #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

An unforeseen consequence to our staying here has surfaced. In our council last night we had decided to schedule our departure for the day after tomorrow. When this plan was announced this morning there was audible grumbling in certain quarters.

I took it upon myself to investigate and tracked down a few of the discontents. Each one shared the same reasoning, a reluctance to give up their present comfort for an unknown future.

I remonstrated with them to little effect. So I turned the whole matter over to the Purser and Elijah.

By day’s end my friends had them convinced of the folly of their thirst for comfort. No doubt Elijah’s vision of future troubles within these confines clinched it

Day Nine Hundred Sixty Six #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

By the description of the people in Mei’s vision, I knew it had to be about the group led by the original Purser from the Captain’s ship. My heart warmed at the memory of him, his wife Mary and his children Mawuli and Retha.

I asked Mei if there were anything about her vision that gave a hint as to their whereabouts.

She hesitated in her reply, saying it was too confusing – light and dark at the same time.

I shook my head at that image, as it had no significance to me either. I pray that the Spirit will give us further understanding.

I was still mulling these things over when Jezer returned with Elam, Raj G and Magwich.