Part 4
The
hooded man walked through the hills near Carlingford. There was a
park suspected to be home to many leprechauns, but it was nothing but
a tourist trap. As it got darker and the night covered the area, few
people were around to bother him. He didn’t want to kill too many
people along the way, that would draw too much attention to his
presence.
“I
knew you were good at hiding. I didn’t think it would be this
hard.” He muttered to himself as he prowled around the dark hills
looking for evidence. “I know you’re out here, I can sense your
magic.”
There
was a sudden noise in the distance, and the hooded man pivoted. A
shadowy figure dashed away and then vanished behind some rocks.
“What
do we have here? A hero following me? This ought to be fun.”
Holding out his hand, a misty black smoke formed, ready to strike. He
walked toward the rock without fear of whatever this hero might try.
“Don’t be foolish, I’ve taken down hundreds in seconds.” When
he got to the rock, there wasn’t any sign of a person.
His
head snapped to the right as he felt something. “Magic.” He
whispered. This was a strong feeling of a specific magic he knew
well. Letting go of his own misty attack, he smiled and headed for
the source of this spell. To his great surprise, he stumbled across a
pile of clothing, including a weapon and communicator. He knelt down
and examined it.
“A
BADGE uniform...but where’s the soldier?”
Then
he felt it again, that magic. He was close. In the distance, he saw
the silhouette of a mound of earth. It was almost perfectly blended
in with the natural surroundings, but he knew it was not crafted by
nature. As soon as his eyes fell upon it, he could see the magic.
Holding up his hand, a ball of red energy formed over his fingers.
“Time to play Santa.”
Inside
the Leprechauns home, a streak of red energy shot down the chimney
and stopped in the middle of the room. A small hooded man appeared,
standing next to a large bottle of whiskey. He kept his hand up with
that red energy still glowing.
“After
all these years, I finally found your home.” he mused as he looked
at the old shelves of books.
a
kids sticker, which in here was the size of a poster. It had a
comical cartoon of a leprechaun dancing. Three knives protruded from
the center, thrown at a distance.
Leaving
that behind, he walked through the place, searching for his target.
The little red energy ball hovering over his hand danced and
flickered, which gave him reason for concern. Walking through that
last door, he stood in a room tall enough for him. In the center of
this room was a glorious crock of gold.
That
red energy flickered again, and this time vanished. He suddenly shot
back up and nearly hit his head on the ceiling. After a moment of
disorientation, his greedy eyes were flecked with golden light as he
approached his goal.
Then
a small voice spoke behind him, “I’ve been expecting you.”
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