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Dorian. This one has great courage. It radiates from him,” smiled Biddy.
    Lizzie half-coughed and half-laughed. “How do you know that?”
    Biddy shrugged. “Rory can see the future, I can tell a person’s character.”
    Lizzie leaned in close to Biddy and in a hushed voice she asked, “What do you see in me?”
    â€œI see a spirit full of love and intelligence,” Biddy said truthfully.
    Now it was Brendan’s turn to half-cough and half-laugh. “You haven’t seen her report card then.”
    â€œShut up,” protested Lizzie.
    Dorian moved toward the door and spared a single glance back at the other four. “Come now. We’re wasting time.”
    Brendan and Rory followed Dorian out the door and Lizzie and Biddy took the rear.
    Lizzie smiled down at the tiny woman. “I knew I liked you, Biddy.”
    â€¦
    Thunder clapped and lightning flashed all around a big stone castle in the middle of a dark forest in Scotland. Creepy and sinister it sat, alone and sheltered from any passersby. The stories and myths that surrounded the Black Forest, as it became known, were the things of legend. Hellish tales of torture and nightmares, most of which weren’t true, served to keep the old Scottish castle isolated and undisturbed. The mistress of the castle preferred it that way.
    An unnatural silhouette soared among the storm clouds in a direct path to Morna’s castle. Rain pelted the little man in the griffin’s clutches. He shielded his eyes with his free hand since his other arm was bound tightly to his body in the strong grasp of the claw. Looking in the distance his eyes grew large as a flash of lightning backlit the ominous castle like a bad Frankenstein movie.
    The griffin glided smoothly into the castle’s tower and landed gracefully on the cold stone floor, dropping water on the floor and on top of the unwilling captive. Once the griffin had settled itself and the landing was complete, it tossed the little Leprechaun across the hard floor. The prisoner skidded and rolled until he landed at the feet of the mistress of the castle.
    He looked up at the witch through foggy eyes and blinked out the moisture. “Morna?”
    â€œWelcome to my humble home, Duncan.” Morna turned away from the king of the Leprechauns and added, “I hope you had a pleasant flight.”
    She looked at a red-eyed slave who stood swaying in the corner and nodded slightly. He quickly walked over and snatched the diminutive monarch by the scruff of his coat.
    Duncan struggled against the slave’s hold to no avail. He looked over at Morna with questioning eyes.
    â€œWhat do you hope to gain, witch?”
    â€œOnly your allegiance and all of you power,” she laughed mirthlessly.
    Duncan scoffed. “How do you intend to strip me of my power, Morna? The means no longer exists.”
    Morna smirked at the little man and exposed the hilt of a dagger to him. “Look familiar?” she said pulling the blade an inch or two from its sheath revealing the smooth black blade.
    â€œThat’s not possible,” whispered the king.
    Morna hid the dagger once more and tilted her head at her guest. “Pity you don’t have any of the rainbow’s magic handy, eh?” Morna grinned cruelly. “I bet you could use a shot of that dust now.”
    Duncan didn’t respond verbally. His hands glowed again and he sent a beam of orange energy at Morna. The witch casually deflected the magic and exhaled a black mist that enveloped the king. He fought against its effects, but his orange spark faded and then extinguished. He hung helplessly in the slave’s thick hand as hope seemed to fade out of his mind.
    Morna turned her gaze to the guard. “Show our guest to his new room.”
    The slave exited the tower at her command and left Morna alone with her griffin. She gently rubbed its beak as the storm raged on to her delight.
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