Disclaimer: I do not, unfortunately, own the boy newsies. They belong to
Disney (if you ever want to sell them, I'D SO BUY THEM!! Lol). In fact, the
only characters I DO own are Bridie/Buttons, Jimmy/Sky, and a few
characters later in the story. The rest belong to them selves.
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The heart of Ireland is inside a room. Not a very big room, but a comfy room all the same. There is a large fireplace with a bright orange fire roaring at all times, and chairs and couches of different sizes and shapes scattered about. There are pictures on the walls, pictures of sailboats and landscapes in grayish blues and pale greens. And in the center of this room is a table, holding a cup. And a very special cup indeed. On this cup are pictures of elves, faeries, and leprechauns, the good creatures of Ireland. But it also has pictures of banshees, and merrows, the sea maidens and mermen.
Currently sitting in the room is five of the 'wee people', or leprechauns. They were having a meeting of sorts, only one among friends.
"Smirk, ye idiot, rainbows do lead to pots 'o gold!" Marbles exclaimed, shaking her head.
"How would ye know, Marbles, when ye've never followed one? I'm tellin' you, 'tis not true." Smirk said, for the fifth time.
"And ye've never followed one, neither, boyo." Puck pointed out, laughing.
"Leave 'im alone, Puck." Stress said. "'Tisn't his fault that's the way he was brought up."
"Ay, both of ye. Though rainbows have to lead to a pot 'o gold. What else would they lead to?" Trolley said, thinking about it.
"'Tis just you girls." Smirk said.
"Smirk, ye did not just say that!" Puck exclaimed.
Smirk opened his mouth to reply, but stopped short when a long, blood- curdling sound reverberated around the room, giving the five leprechauns chills. When it stopped, it was eerily quiet.
Smirk, Trolley, and Stress all stood up and stared at each other. Being the oldest in the room, they knew better than the other two what was happening.
"It's begun." Stress said, almost whispering.
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"Are ye sure this is it, Bridie?" Jimmy asked, staring at the decrepit building in front of him.
"It says 'Newsboy's Lodging House'." Bridie said. "Though I can't imagine livin' here..."
"Ay, 'twould be terrible." Jimmy said.
"Come on, though, lad, we've got to find Mark. Er, Specs."
"Ay, Buttons, after you." Jimmy said.
"Sky..." Bridie said, joking with him.
"'Tisn't me fault that me parents gave me Sky as me mortal name." Jimmy grumbled. He hated this name, the one that he had to use in front of any humans.
Bridie walked up to the door with Jimmy following behind. The door creaked as it opened, and everyone was staring at them as they walked in. Bridie headed straight for a desk where an old man was sitting. It looked like he was in charge.
"We're lookin' for Specs." Bridie said. "Is he here?"
"What do ya want wit Specs?" one boy asked, standing up and walking over to her.
""He's me old friend..." Bridie said.
"Leave 'er alone, Jack. I know 'er." Specs walked forward, squeezing through the crowd of boys. "'Ello, Buttons. Good ta see ya. And Sky. How've ya been, kid?"
Jimmy smiled, acting the age he looked. "Good."
"I need to talk to ye, Specs." Bridie said. "Privately."
"We can go upstairs. Jus' us?" Specs asked. Bridie nodded, and the three of them walked up the rickety steps and into the boy's bunkroom, where clothes were thrown on the ground and beds were unmade.
"How's Race an' Itey?" Jimmy asked.
"They've been doin' good. Miss Ireland, but dat's expected." Specs said. "'Specially Race. Dere ain't enough green for him here. But dat doesn't stop his tricks."
Bridie cleared her throat. "They're more important things to be thinkin' about now, Mark." Bridie, being as old as she was, was one of the only elves who called everyone by their real names when not among humans. The rest used their mortal names, as it was easier.
Specs instantly became serious, slipping into his home tongue. "It's begun, hasn't it?"
Bridie nodded sadly. "The banshees are on the prowl, and the merrows have awoken."
"I knew this would happen." Specs said solemnly. "Are we needed at home?"
"Mark, do ye forget so easily why ye were sent here?" Bridie asked incredulously.
Specs sighed. "I have not."
"We need to tell 'im, Mark. We need 'im." Bridie said.
"But he's so young!" Specs exclaimed. "He's only sixteen, Bridie. He's a baby. Sky's hardly old enough for this, and he's a thousand years old!"
"No humans live that long, lad." Bridie said.
"That isn't the point, Bridie, and ye know it." Specs said.
"We need him, Mark, there's nothin' we can do. His father's dead, he's the last of the line! Without him, we don't even have a wee bit of a chance."
"Could we not wait longer, Bridie?" Specs asked. "Four years, at least. Until he's twenty."
Bridie shook her head. "Mark, we need to tell 'im. And soon. There's no other way."
Specs looked at Jimmy. "She's right, Specs."
Specs closed his eyes, sighing. "In the mornin', we'll tell him."
"We'll teach him all we can, boyo. I know this Mush is your friend. We'll watch out for 'im. I promise." Bridie placed her hand on his shoulder, smiling.
"Thanks, Bridie." Specs said, smiling back. "We've better tell Race and Itey."
"Ay, that we should." Jimmy said. "I'd like to talk to them again."
Specs laughed a little. "They'll be glad to see ye, Sky. 'Twill be good for the three 'o us to see a young one."
"Though I think Anthony shall already know." Bridie said, as much to herself as to the other two elves.
"Why?" Jimmy asked curiously.
"The leprechauns can hear the banshee's cry from miles an' miles away." Bridie said. "Which can be a curse... or a very good thing."
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WOO HOO!!! I got the prologue up. I hope that made sense... lol. Anyway, I hope you liked it, PLEASE review!! It was fun to write... the chapters will be longer, don't worry. *grins* Thanks for reading, have a great day!!!!!
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The heart of Ireland is inside a room. Not a very big room, but a comfy room all the same. There is a large fireplace with a bright orange fire roaring at all times, and chairs and couches of different sizes and shapes scattered about. There are pictures on the walls, pictures of sailboats and landscapes in grayish blues and pale greens. And in the center of this room is a table, holding a cup. And a very special cup indeed. On this cup are pictures of elves, faeries, and leprechauns, the good creatures of Ireland. But it also has pictures of banshees, and merrows, the sea maidens and mermen.
Currently sitting in the room is five of the 'wee people', or leprechauns. They were having a meeting of sorts, only one among friends.
"Smirk, ye idiot, rainbows do lead to pots 'o gold!" Marbles exclaimed, shaking her head.
"How would ye know, Marbles, when ye've never followed one? I'm tellin' you, 'tis not true." Smirk said, for the fifth time.
"And ye've never followed one, neither, boyo." Puck pointed out, laughing.
"Leave 'im alone, Puck." Stress said. "'Tisn't his fault that's the way he was brought up."
"Ay, both of ye. Though rainbows have to lead to a pot 'o gold. What else would they lead to?" Trolley said, thinking about it.
"'Tis just you girls." Smirk said.
"Smirk, ye did not just say that!" Puck exclaimed.
Smirk opened his mouth to reply, but stopped short when a long, blood- curdling sound reverberated around the room, giving the five leprechauns chills. When it stopped, it was eerily quiet.
Smirk, Trolley, and Stress all stood up and stared at each other. Being the oldest in the room, they knew better than the other two what was happening.
"It's begun." Stress said, almost whispering.
~*~
"Are ye sure this is it, Bridie?" Jimmy asked, staring at the decrepit building in front of him.
"It says 'Newsboy's Lodging House'." Bridie said. "Though I can't imagine livin' here..."
"Ay, 'twould be terrible." Jimmy said.
"Come on, though, lad, we've got to find Mark. Er, Specs."
"Ay, Buttons, after you." Jimmy said.
"Sky..." Bridie said, joking with him.
"'Tisn't me fault that me parents gave me Sky as me mortal name." Jimmy grumbled. He hated this name, the one that he had to use in front of any humans.
Bridie walked up to the door with Jimmy following behind. The door creaked as it opened, and everyone was staring at them as they walked in. Bridie headed straight for a desk where an old man was sitting. It looked like he was in charge.
"We're lookin' for Specs." Bridie said. "Is he here?"
"What do ya want wit Specs?" one boy asked, standing up and walking over to her.
""He's me old friend..." Bridie said.
"Leave 'er alone, Jack. I know 'er." Specs walked forward, squeezing through the crowd of boys. "'Ello, Buttons. Good ta see ya. And Sky. How've ya been, kid?"
Jimmy smiled, acting the age he looked. "Good."
"I need to talk to ye, Specs." Bridie said. "Privately."
"We can go upstairs. Jus' us?" Specs asked. Bridie nodded, and the three of them walked up the rickety steps and into the boy's bunkroom, where clothes were thrown on the ground and beds were unmade.
"How's Race an' Itey?" Jimmy asked.
"They've been doin' good. Miss Ireland, but dat's expected." Specs said. "'Specially Race. Dere ain't enough green for him here. But dat doesn't stop his tricks."
Bridie cleared her throat. "They're more important things to be thinkin' about now, Mark." Bridie, being as old as she was, was one of the only elves who called everyone by their real names when not among humans. The rest used their mortal names, as it was easier.
Specs instantly became serious, slipping into his home tongue. "It's begun, hasn't it?"
Bridie nodded sadly. "The banshees are on the prowl, and the merrows have awoken."
"I knew this would happen." Specs said solemnly. "Are we needed at home?"
"Mark, do ye forget so easily why ye were sent here?" Bridie asked incredulously.
Specs sighed. "I have not."
"We need to tell 'im, Mark. We need 'im." Bridie said.
"But he's so young!" Specs exclaimed. "He's only sixteen, Bridie. He's a baby. Sky's hardly old enough for this, and he's a thousand years old!"
"No humans live that long, lad." Bridie said.
"That isn't the point, Bridie, and ye know it." Specs said.
"We need him, Mark, there's nothin' we can do. His father's dead, he's the last of the line! Without him, we don't even have a wee bit of a chance."
"Could we not wait longer, Bridie?" Specs asked. "Four years, at least. Until he's twenty."
Bridie shook her head. "Mark, we need to tell 'im. And soon. There's no other way."
Specs looked at Jimmy. "She's right, Specs."
Specs closed his eyes, sighing. "In the mornin', we'll tell him."
"We'll teach him all we can, boyo. I know this Mush is your friend. We'll watch out for 'im. I promise." Bridie placed her hand on his shoulder, smiling.
"Thanks, Bridie." Specs said, smiling back. "We've better tell Race and Itey."
"Ay, that we should." Jimmy said. "I'd like to talk to them again."
Specs laughed a little. "They'll be glad to see ye, Sky. 'Twill be good for the three 'o us to see a young one."
"Though I think Anthony shall already know." Bridie said, as much to herself as to the other two elves.
"Why?" Jimmy asked curiously.
"The leprechauns can hear the banshee's cry from miles an' miles away." Bridie said. "Which can be a curse... or a very good thing."
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WOO HOO!!! I got the prologue up. I hope that made sense... lol. Anyway, I hope you liked it, PLEASE review!! It was fun to write... the chapters will be longer, don't worry. *grins* Thanks for reading, have a great day!!!!!
