The Fairy Diary Day 599 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

The challenges of the day drained us all completely. That is all except Merlin. Thankfully his vigor was tireless and even now he stands guard over us. 

The hordes of Frost Fairies that boiled out of the abyss in their first waves made Conjil the focus of their assaults. She handily defended herself at first, but when their sheer numbers threatened to overwhelm her, the presence of Noralei and Gibley on her flanks proved crucial. Noralei’s sword was everywhere beating back the blue frenzies with an unstoppable frenzy of her own. And once the goblin unhinged his jaws, he made short work of those hapless frost fairies who skirted the dragon’s fiery breath.  And Navril, Rumble and I from a distance worked our bows to marvelous effect. 

Before their second wave hit, Dunfallon had his ’army’ mustered and advanced into place where these ’soldier less’ weapons decimated their numbers so much that little was left for us to mop up. 

But they still kept coming. 

It was then that I realized that Merlin, standing at our backs had been controlling the flow of the Frost Fairies and he was then allowing a third, a fourth, and a fifth wave to stack up. And at the breaking point he gave me a nod. 

With my pendants tingling their readiness, I rose into the air and the burst of light from them drained the very blueness from our adversaries and propelled them back into the abyss. 

As I slowly settled back to the ground, my friends ran to the edge to look. And from there I heard them call back, “They are gone!”

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The Fairy Diary Day 593 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

The sight that greeted me upon descending from the Caretaker’s office this morning, almost made me forget what I came down to report. For there in the assembly area, were weapons standing in rank and file – all on their own – no soldiers wielding them. Dunfallon was passing among them, shouting orders. And spears thrust and swords slashed and halberds chopped at the pertinent command. 

I asked the pixie where the others were, and he answered that I could find everyone else in the shop. 

I heard a great clatter coming from within that chamber well before I turned in through its doors. Rumble and Navril were racing about collecting and stacking the wood that Merlin was fashioning into boards of various shapes and sizes. And Noralei and Gibley were hard at work assembling boxes and wagons – I assume with which to transport Dunfallon’s “army.”

All their activity halted when the wizard came over to me. He asked if I had found the High Fairy. I had to tell him no – but that there was lots of shaking going on in the Sprites’ village. I told him it was constant and I could not see how it could remain standing much longer. 

Merlin announced that we would be leaving for the Sprites’ village early in the morning. And beckoned everyone back to their tasks.

I returned to the Caretaker’s office and resumed my vigil. 

The Fairy Diary Day 592 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

With Merlin’s promise that Noralei was on her way, the wizard set tasks for us in the meantime. He set me up in the Caretaker’s office with his seers stone. He set it so I could monitor one place in particular – the village of the Sprites – and then alternate with a search for the High Fairy. 

I was honored to be thought worthy to be entrusted with this task and to be allowed to utilize this precious tool. I was not sure what exactly I was looking for in the Sprite village but I assumed I would know it when I saw it. I did know who I was looking for in the other instances. As the view skipped around I was looking for any sign of his excellency. 

While I was thus engaged, Merlin worked with Rumble, Dunfallon, and Navril to cull through the storerooms of the repository for useful items. 

I believe our wizard friend foresees an armed conflict in the future. (Dunfallon tells me he is particularly interested in the weapons stored here).

Our chores were interrupted by the happy arrival of Noralei and Gibley on Conjil. I tore myself away from the seers stone for a brief moment to greet our returning friends, but I did not stay long – for I felt the weight of my responsibility too much. 

The Fairy Diary Day 591 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

We saw them coming from our refuge, high within the repository and rushed down to open the gate to Dunfallon and Navril. The pixie was extremely unhappy not to see Noralei with us. But he mellowed out as the seriousness of the situation dawned upon him. 

Navril wanted to know what he could do to help. Rumble took him on a tour of the repository and together they took stock of the remaining materials. Surprisingly they found a huge cache of weapons – more than likely overlooked by whoever emptied everything else. 

Dunfallon and I talked over our options. Like yesterday I found myself counseling caution and patience – as usual a difficult proposition for my pixie friend. 

We were debating the virtues of waiting versus striking out on a search for Merlin. When who should appear in our midst but the wizard himself. I began to explain about the state in which we had discovered the repository, when he stopped me and told me that he already knew – as Noralei and Gibley had caught up with him and told him everything. 

Dunfallon then sidestepped to look behind the wizard as though he expected to find Noralei and the goblin there. Merlin placed a hand on his shoulder and said that they would be along a bit later. Gibley had returned to the canyonlands to leave Clemjil and the dragon egg where they could be better cared for. 

Then, Merlin said that what he really wanted to know was what had happened to the High Fairy. 

The Fairy Diary Day 270 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

For the first time Noralei’s compass shows that the red ash clump that we identify with the enemy’s location is closer than the walking menace behind us. 

Yet we do not see anything like a city or a tower or any habitation before us. Which given what we know is not at all that surprising. Rumble and I surmise that there must be bands of black plants surrounding it and masking it from our view. 

We stopped atop the highest point in the vicinity to surveil the way ahead. If we were to follow straight on to the destination per the compass we had nothing but mountain range after mountain range ahead of us. 

The four of us were pondering this when up from the other side a giant figure rushed into our midst. Immediately our weapons came to hand – but luckily we did not have to use them. 

For the giant figure was our missing troll, Grimace, Geog’s brother.

The Fairy Diary Day 213 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

The noises increased over night. We could hear something moving about sniffing and snarling. But inside the barrier we felt safe and secure.  

Nothing was about when we emerged in the daylight and got underway. But Rumble was certain we were being watched. 

Dunfallon got the bright idea of begging the cloak of invisibility from Rumble and remaining behind us to spy on whatever may be about. I reluctantly agreed and a ruckus erupted but a few moments after we left him. 

We came about, weapons at the ready. 

The pixie had a huge orange cat at bay. (It was easily bigger than all of us put together). Blood was flowing from a wound in its flank and it was screaming uncontrollably. Noralei ran forward and dispatched it with a single slash of her sword. 

There were no sounds following us the rest of the day. 

The Fairy Diary Day 125 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Following a gloomy night, we looked forward to the sunrise that hopefully would reward us with a happier day. And so it started. The sun looking down on us was downright cheery – but it did not last. 

Rumble made the discovery this time. He was following Dunfallon when on a sudden he shuddered and came to a halt. He called the pixie back, then turned to warn me.

By then my pendant already was pulling me back and away from a mound beside the path. 

Dunfallon, having gotten the closest, told us we needed to find another way forward other than by the route beside the mound. 

It was not actually a mound but a crevice in the earth that stretched well beyond that point and was filled to overflowing with weapons. Weapons that someone or something had dragged up from the battlefield and abandoned there. 

Rumble spoke the thought in all our minds – the weapons were made of iron – that metal most deadly to the life and essence of a fairy. 

I directed our path away from there trusting to the leading of my pendant. 

Day Seven Hundred Forty Four #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Lung was continually on the lookout for another way down. Elijah assigned the Captain to stay by his side and save him from any rash action.

This has been made easier by the loss of both soldiers’ weapons back on the glacier. I judge we would not have been able to do so otherwise.

Elijah has kept Mei to himself all day. They have remained aloof, keeping their conversation only to themselves. Though I know for sure what they are discussing by her attention to Tomas each time he returns from his scouting.

I believe it will fall to me to talk to Tomas. Certain things he will have to do in the future require that he forgo others now.

Day Seven Hundred #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Our captors were more uneasy than us. They had rushed to the side of the stricken officer, and were relieved that he still breathed. They kept their weapons trained on us, but at a respectful distance.

The commander was at a loss as to what to do with us. Once he settled it in his mind that what had happened was defensive and we had no inclination to go on offense, he put us in a room with twelve guards.

This morning he dispatched us with our detail to appear before the Supreme Commander of the army.

It was a long hike through ring after ring of army units to its hierarchical center.

Our weary day ended in more waiting.

Day Six Hundred Eighty Seven #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We could not communicate with one another save through gestures and signs. Their weapons did most of the pointing.

After a few tense moments they seemed satisfied that we were not on a mission from their enemies which we took to be the army in the pass.

Thankfully they did not force us out into the night, but neither would they let us depart this morning.

The Captain had a sense they were waiting for someone else with the authority to make that decision.

Tomas went outside briefly with one of them and brought back news that the storm had passed.

Both Elijah and I sought to redeem the time in prayer. We were allowed use of the sleeping quarters.