Gathered upon a crumbling Folly mid-stream of the Black Babble River unlikely comrades wait in anticipation of Merlin’s return. Included in the small group are twelve Ravens, unknowing descendants of past Adepts whose dark-magic flows from the very depths of time and courses in their veins.
The group are waiting on an ancient platform standing in the river. Through it’s centre flows the Babble River. Anubis stands arching this gap whilst on either side of it, Jinder Soo and Snow Melt, are stood almost statuesque in the cold waiting for their moment to shine.
Merlin’s dissipated particles are flowing downstream in the enchanted River Babble. Should just one of his particles reach Eons Bach it is likely Merlin will be magically restored to new life. If so, he will become legend by leading a prophecy returning rightful rulership to Camelot.
The river flows onwards whilst Creosote and Andromeda the heavily armoured Swan return after safeguarding Eons Bach from Morgana and her swarm of rogue-fairies…
~ The Great Fairy Fire – (106) – Flow (Continued) ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~
Andromeda dangled her flippers made ready to touch-down.
Came to rest by the folly where Creosote leapt for ground.
“Sealed for all time until next I light the wick.”
“For now we’re safe but I had to work quick.”
“Morgana’s last words near made me sick.”
“Her mind’s a sewer of filthy lies,”
“Her hopes for us are for slow death and flies.”
“She will skin scrape bake and break our bones.”
“Crush us slowly beneath wood and stones!”
“But not this day shall sorrow follow from the Hollow!”
“But I fear there is something I have overlooked,”
“A scent I sense in the distance arriving on the breeze.”
“Tis scent breezing along a Skyway staining the route used.”
“There to ensure ‘Ways’ aren’t abused: used for wicked intent.”
“Tis why I have sense of difference with this sickly scent sent.”
“There is no record present for my route here.”
“As Seer of the Ways I have privileges: secrets must be kept,”
“Or else routes through life would never seem blessed:”
“One would know where life will go and finally rest.”
“What test then of life if without quest of love and strife?”
“This scent lingers as an after-taste: bitter on the tongue.”
“Tis a taste laced with poison nasty with its stun.”
“Tis toxic tasting very wrong: strong odours of rotting meat, and.”
“Stinking feet of filthy Fey – treacherous users of airways.”
‘But no Fey I know knows the track I use by air to Eons Bach?”
~ The Great Fairy Fire – (107) – Flow (Continued) ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~
One amongst Twelve Ravens became quite excited,
Animated and energetic flapping away on his stay: the archway wobbled
Almost toppled as he leapt and jigged away.
“I remember the words of the prophecy!”
“We are all inappropriately placed! The arch is not our perch!”
“We have to disperse! We have to disperse!”
Sprog the croaking Raven, black as a funeral hearse,
Cried with excitement as he recalled the verse,
Words once fluent learnt from ancestral tales:
Enchanted stories folklore and fables.
“We are to separate, each occupy a station.”
“Where from above we form one formation.”
“Where Ravens become one by being Twelve.”
“Where stood proud to perch upon point and rise.”
“Twelve shape a Raven flying through skies.”
“Quicker and quicker I appear to recall detail:
“As if by some miracle I remember the tale.”
“Twelve hills about Eons Bach where stands an ancient tree.”
“Where there we each sit harmonising a great symphony.”
“In the Raven key of E we sing to raise Black Wing Bridge!”
“The Bridge!” cried Anubis, “yes I remember the span!”
“Black Wing must be in place touching both lands:”
“It must appear so the Seer’s guide may cross the Babble.”
“Where she will travel with the Seer to the edge of Eons Bach.”
“And there shed her skin to pass to him a coat of Silver Feathers.”