Sup! So I recently saw The Rise of the Guardians and I loved it! So I'm writing the Irish version! You know, since I'm Irish and all. Everything is going to be told in my OC's point of view. Enjoy.

Prolouge

It's hard bringing luck to people, you know. Everyday, I have to dance across multiple countries and bring them their luck for the day. And, if I mess up, people could die. I hold people's lives. And that's a lot of pressure.

In case you haven't guessed, I'm going to tell you. I'm a leprechaun. No, not one of those creepy tiny people with gaudy green jackets and green top hats. No. First off, I'm a girl. Second, I'm not a midget. Third, I wear an Irish dancers dress and Irish dancing shoes. And finally, no one belives in me.

Well, no Irish people believe in me, and I get my main power from the Irish. The occasional American person will see me, doing my little jig. But that's it.

But enough about me. I'm here to talk about a big problem. I've been getting a lot of nightmares recently. And everyone of them is the same. There is a tall, skinny man in a cage and then a large scream comes from nowhere. A large boney hand opens the cage and the man escapes. I don't know who this man is, but I know who the scream and boney hand belong to. The Banshee.

So, with my current predicament, what am I supposed to do? Well, that's why I'm on my to the North Pole to talk to the Guardians. If anyone can help me they can.