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    The Right Direction
    The clouds were finally starting to retreat, giving Brendan a sense that the day was going to start looking up. Glancing at Dorian, he didn’t get the impression that she was feeling the same way. He couldn’t blame her, after all her father was just abducted by a mythical creature that shouldn’t exist, so he kind of understood that she was in a weird place at the moment.
    Lizzie took some time as they journeyed through town to check out all of the Leprechauns. They really didn’t seem all that different from the people she had met in Galway, only they were miniature. It sort of went against everything she knew about Leprechauns, like what she had read or had seen in movies and on TV.
    â€œI thought Leprechauns were all supposed to be little men with red beards and green clothes,” she commented.
    â€œYou can blame Colym for that,” Biddy replied rolling her eyes and pointing to a little red-bearded man in a green suit lounging on a rock, half-liquored up and stifling belches. “One night, after a long night of finding his way to the bottom of a few mugs, Colym let himself be seen. You can imagine how the stories grew from there.”
    Colym burped at that point, nearly vomiting up last night’s meal, but only just managing to swallow it back down.
    â€œOh, I see.” Lizzie nearly vomited herself, but she didn’t want to hang out near the little disgusting man any longer than she had to.
    Colym’s head was a little roly-poly on his shoulders and he held it aloft like it weighed as much as the rock on which he sat. He held it steady just long enough to catch sight of Biddy and began to wave. His wave threw him off balance and he flipped head-over-heels backwards off his rock and out of sight.
    â€œOh, my gosh,” shrieked Lizzie, holding her hand to her open mouth. “Is he okay?”
    Biddy waved Colym’s tumble off as no big deal. “He’s fine. He does it all the time.”
    Lizzie shrugged and followed the group. When they reached the edge of the town she heard a loud, booming belch erupt from behind the rock. Birds scattered from the trees and Lizzie supposed that the little drunk was sleeping it off and was probably wetting his pants. She hustled to catch up after she heard another booming noise, only this time it didn’t sound like it came from his mouth.
    After a nice hike up a partially muddy, clod-stricken hill, Dorian and the others reached the large trunk that blocked the path where Brendan and Lizzie had abandoned their car. Dorian nimbly leapt over the trunk and strolled right past the O’Neal’s junker.
    â€œWhoa!” hollered Brendan as he hurdled the tree trunk. “Where are you going?”
    Dorian paused and looked back, clearly frustrated. “I thought we already established that I was going to go and save my father.”
    â€œYeah, I know, but why don’t we just take my car?” said Brendan whose hand was on the door handle.
    Rory stretched his back out and bent his knees up and down. “That sounds a whole lot better than walking.”
    Biddy nodded. “It is a long way to Morna’s castle.”
    â€œFine,” conceded Dorian. “But I’m riding shotgun.”
    â€œDang it,” huffed Lizzie.
    They started to load into the car and Biddy leaned over to Rory. “What’s ‘shotgun?’”
    Rory just shrugged and leapt into the back seat.
    â€¦
    Somewhere on the journey from the tower to his holding cell, Duncan had lost consciousness. Had he been slammed into a wall or choked out or drugged? He wasn’t sure but he knew that he had a headache that was threatening to split his skull apart. How long had he been in this cell? Minutes? Hours? Days? He couldn’t tell.
    Duncan began to regain his focus in spite of the headache and the darkness in the dungeon. His cell was more of a mobile cage with thick bars that were too close together