Downtown was in for a rude awakening early this morning. A slight tremor and soft boom echoed through the empty streets in the dawn hours, knocking dishes off of shelves and setting off car alarms. A representative at the Utilities Department insists it was only the shifting of some rock in an abandoned mine in the Wendigo Park Area.
But our recent raid on the old shaft revealed a very different story: Leprechauns. As any scholar of Bluff City history knows, several thousand Irish immigrated here from Ireland during the Great Potato Famine, looking for a new start. But they were not alone.
Inside the immigrant’s meager luggage faerie folk, known more familiarly as Leprechauns, hid. They were on a quest. A quest for the riches rumored to be buried deep in the shafts of Wendigo Bluff. Deeper than any human could reach.
Speckles of gold dust shimmered on the walls of the shaft we entered. Though it was only pyrite, Fool’s Gold, as one delved deeper and deeper into the chill of the mine, one could smell the gunpowder. Creatures lurk in the shadows still digging. But for what?
Geological studies in the area indicate the mines are played out. Anything worth having must be gone. So in that knowledge lays an ulterior motive.
Perhaps the archaic faeries have heard of the struggle of their human countrymen and are trying to raise awareness here. Perhaps the digging continues but now there is a reason for the continued raising of wealth beyond greed. Maybe the little buggers have decided to branch out into terrorism, starting in Bluff City, a place where an IRA attack would be least suspected.
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Posted by Nicole Vigil at March 17, 2006 12:02 PM