Chapter 2
So This Is Ireland…
I watched the sun rise into the sky as we soared above the ground. Maybe this isn't as bad as I thought…
As soon as I got that thought out of my head, I immediately regretted it. We were sky-rocketing down towards a small green and purple area on the ground.
"What's happening?" I screamed above the engine.
"Oh, it's nothing! All we're doing is combining landing the plane and a little bit of fun!" Blue Jay yelled.
God damn it…why did I ever DO this?!
"When do we reach the ground?" I asked.
"Hmmm… I'd say in little under fifteen seconds now…fourteen…thirteen…"
I listened to the old woman count down the seconds. Seven…six…five...four… I braced myself for the enormous jolt I knew would come. And it came, alright. But it wasn't the spine-shattering, skull-crushing jolt I imagined…it was just a tiny one. I breathed a sigh of relief and thanked everyone and everything that was out there listening to my desperate prayers. Thank you thank you thank you!
A watchtower was posted in the corner of the wide-open space we had landed in. It turned out that it was a field of wild grass and heather, about 6 acres of wide-open space. A slim, tall man stood at the top of the tower. He had a rifle in his hand, and when he spoke he had a distinct Irish accent. So this must be Ireland I thought.
"State your name and business! Or I will be forced to shoot!" he commanded.
I yelled across the field, "I am Amalia Greenwich and this is Evelyn Ampleshire. We're here for…" my voice trailed off. What WERE we here for? I quickly made something up. "My uncle's death in Dublin. Very unfortunate."
"That is very unfortunate indeed…what is your uncle's name?"
I racked my brain desperately, searching for an Irish name. "His name was Seamus. Seamus O'Grady."
"Ah…I see. Well, you may pass," the man said.
Blue Jay and I passed through the steel gate he opened up for us. Outside of it, there was an old, red Volkswagen double parked in the lot. Isn't that illegal? I brushed the thought aside. So was this mission.
A middle-aged woman climbed out of the driver seat. She was tall and had medium-length brown hair and brown eyes. "Hello, my name is Eileen Conors. Pleased to me you. I shall be your escort today…where is it you wish to go?"
"If you would be so kind, ma'am, the Fowl Manor, please." Blue Jay replied.
"As you wish," Eileen said.
We both piled into the backseat of the tiny car as it took off. The engine literally rattled. It was almost as bad as the PLANE for god's sake! We drove for about forty-five minutes when we reached a dirt road that didn't look like it was driven on very often. Five minutes later, we had reached a large, imperial-looking building.
"Ooh…what's that building?" I asked the woman.
"That there be the Fowl Manor." She answered.
"Ah."
The Fowl Manor.
Thank you to all of my reviewers out there! Like I said before, sorry about the short chapters. :( They'll get better, I promise.