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.

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Day One Thousand Sixty Two #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

I had a dream over night. Everything about it was unexpected, but not unsettling. In fact, I found it a comfort and an encouragement.

In it Grazie came to speak to me, though uttering not a word at first. Her countenance beamed with serenity. Which enfolded me like a hug and communicated more than her voice would have.

And, in effect, shut down a nightmarish vision that lurked at the periphery of my consciousness.

Only after she had my complete attention did she speak.

She simply said, “A child shall lead you.” And smiled.

And was gone.

I shared the dream with Elijah. And at the moment I finished Mawuli walked into our camp. And asked when we were leaving.

Day Nine Hundred Thirty Two #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

It wasn’t a critter or a pesky villager outside our camp this morning. Both Elijah and I startled at the sound of Jezer’s voice wishing us a glorious morning. We rose and greeted our friend, who asked after us and we in turn after him and the others. In particular we were keen to know any news about his search.

He did have news on that score. He and Quasimo had at last located where Raj G’s people were being held. They still form a group and fill an entire prison on the other side of Jerusalem.

This put us in a dilemma. Should we drop our current pursuit in order to go to the rescue of the imprisoned group?

Day Two Hundred Eighty Nine #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

I stayed behind. I had a strong desire to be alone in the Spirit. Elijah, up the night through was still going strong. He went forth with Elam at first light. He is committed to declaring the warning. There are still many sectors where his voice has not been heard. Though Elam is willing to take him everywhere, he is not sanguine as to their chances of success. For these remaining sectors have been the longest (and most willingly) under the mark.

About midday my focus switched from myself onto Elijah and Elam. Their time of need as it turns out. Elam saw the angelic army surrounding their position as their attackers turned on one another. Twenty days to go.

Day Two Hundred Twenty Three Afternoon #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Enough writes:

Stan did not pursue me. Not physically. But his voice in my head gave me no rest until by force of will I cut it off.

Today he breathes threats against Lyle.

I intercede all day for my friend.

Day Two Hundred Twenty Two Afternoon #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Enough writes:

Walked to the area beyond the brackish water. It was quite garden-like.

Its fragrances wafted over me. I was almost rendered unconscious.  

Then the voice. I turned.

It was Stan’s.

I shook my head at him and ran away.

Day Two Hundred Twenty Late Morning #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Lyle writes:

I meant to check out that water fountain, but was sidetracked by a voice calling out my name. Thought it might be Enough calling for help.  

But realized it was the wind and my imagination.

Must be wary of my weakened state.