Woo Hoo, I'm updating another chapter this month. I have a lot of free time on my hands, I might be able to catch up. Enjoy!
I was fuming.
"What do you mean they're not here?!"
"I mean, Ema," said Cupid with hands on her hips, "That I checked where I usually keep them, and they're not there. Seriously, how dumb are you?" I reached for my sword, but Jack stopped me.
"How do I know you're not lying just so you could hold onto them for a bit longer?"
"How would I be able to use them? You knew I had them; it took away the surprise element. Besides, the Guardians are involved. They won't let me hang onto them."
"Where do you usually keep them, Cupid," asked Jack.
"In the know-your-enemy room," said Cupid.
"A room devoted to me, you're too kind," I said sarcastically.
"Maybe we should look with you," said Jack.
Cupid led us to the know-your-enemy room. Inside were whole bunch of pictures of me. Posters with my eyes scratched out, fangs, devil horns and tail, scribbles etched into it, some were just torn to shreds. There were tiny little voodoo dolls with pins in them, and my picture on a target. Cupid informed us that all that was from after she lost, boy she can overreact. She had a little book that contained fun facts about my lifestyle, it was a little creepy.
"I'm not this obsessed with you. How could you even get all these pictures, were you stalking me?"
"Maybe," said Cupid sheepishly.
"Where did you keep the memories, Cupid," asked Jack again.
"In here," said Cupid, pulling a lever on the wall, revealing a small compartment. It was empty.
"Maybe you misplaced it," I said sharply.
"No, I took it out of the compartment I installed for it and put it in another room, just for the heck of it. Why would I take it out if I couldn't use it?"
"I don't know, maybe so you wouldn't forget about it! It's in wall for crying out loud!"
"I wouldn't of forgotten about it," Cupid pulled the lever again and it closed. It showed that on the wall was written 'Ema Fay's memories: use for blackmail," in cursive. I steamed and started to turn red; flames were starting to appear as well.
"HOW COULD YOU HAVE BEEN SO STUPID AS IN TO LOSE MY MEMORIES!?"
"Ema, calm down!" cried Jack.
"HOW CAN I!? STUPID HERE LOST MY MEMORIES! EVERYONE IS LOSING MY MEMORIES! IT'S LIKE I DON'T MATTER TO YOU PEOPLE!" I was erupting in flames.
"Ema, chill!" Jack put his hand on me, and my arm got coated in frost before I calmed down.
"Boy, that's cold," I said, rubbing the frost off my arm. Cupid was pressed up against the wall.
"I keep forgetting that's not real flame," said Cupid.
"Cupid," said Jack. "Do you know if anything happened here in the past 120 years?"
"Not that I recall. Nothing much happens here, that's why I'm usually out and about." Cupid started to ponder while she flew back and forth across the room. Suddenly her face lit up.
"Oh, I remember now. 100 years ago, I came home after doing my errands of love and saw that the Leprechauns were tee-peeing, egg-bombing, and poo-shooting my house. I managed to shoo them away after getting pinched a few times and retrieving the arrows they stole from me. I managed to clean everything up on the outside. When I checked inside, it seemed like nothing was touched. They must have stolen the memories because the box was golden. You know how they are about gold."
"The Leprechauns have my memories. I guess that's okay, they keep an eye on their gold and they don't let it slip easily through their fingers, unlike some people," I said glaring at Cupid.
"Just to be clear, you're not mad at the Leprechauns in any way," said Jack.
"Nope; The Leprechauns are my friends. They are really funny, and know how to pull off a good jig, or joke. They're the ones that convinced me to deface Cupid in the first place. Thought it would be a challenge for me; boy were they wrong." Now Cupid was fuming, muttering to herself, 'when I get my hands on those Leprechauns…"
"Ema, we should probably get going," said Jack.
"Yes, let's blow trash can," I said, eager to leave.
Cupid was a little hesitant to let Jack leave, but he simply stated that he had guardian duties and needed to be on his way. Cupid blew hearts in his direction and told him to hurry back. Did I mention she was creepy?
After we left the stalker girl behind, we were off to Ireland. I was a little confused with where to go at first, but Jack's wind was guiding us in the right direction. It didn't take us long to get to the home of the Leprechauns.
We landed in Northern Ireland. The part we landed in was wide and grassy, with rolling hills, and a shining sun. There was no Leprechaun to be seen.
"Are you sure this is where they live," asked Jack. "Where are the Leprechauns?"
"They don't show themselves to everybody. If they pranked people all the time they would get tired. Besides, it's not March. They're most likely inside."
"Inside where," asked Jack.
"There place of course," I said, like it would be obvious.
"How are we supposed to find them?"
"Lucky for you, (see what I did there, lucky. Leprechauns are lucky.), I happen to have a secret call with them, so they know it's me."
"What are they hiding from?"
"They don't exactly please a lot of people. Well, here I go." I outstretched my hands, cracked my neck, rolled my shoulders, shook my arms out, and bounced on the balls of my feet. Then I did the call. I yodeled and made it sound like an echo.
"That's your secret call," asked Jack, doubtingly. "It's just yodeling."
"With an echo," I corrected. "It's hard to get out here, since the sound can't bounce."
After a beat of silence, I remembered something.
"Jack, just a tip, when we do run into the Leprechauns, watch your pants."
"Why?"
"They like to 'pants' people."
Just then, out of a grass-covered door on a hill, popped a Leprechaun; He had red hair, a short beard, a green bowler hat, a green suit, white stockings, and pointed green shoes. He had a seven leaf clover in his hat, his suit, and on each of his shoes. He regarded us with a smile.
"Ah, Ema, ye're here to visit us, and ye brought a wee friend with ya. Come on in, both of ya."
He popped back down the hole, leaving the door open for us. We approached it.
"I'll go first, there are my memories." I jumped down the hole and immediately was sliding down the tunnel. I did curves and loop-de-loops, until I popped back out the other side, followed closely by Jack.
"This looks exactly like the place we left," said Jack, befuddled.
"Except there's Leprechauns now; cool hiding trick, right," I said, bemused. Yep, the leprechauns were hiding in plain sight; you just had to take a tunnel to see them. They could be tricky like that, which reminded me.
"Guys, cut it out, he's my friend," I said pulling out my sword and turning to Jack, who had two Leprechauns at his belt, ready to pull his pants down. I bopped the one at my side ready to do the same on the head without turning. The Leprechauns grinned.
"Just testing ya, lass, we fellas weren't gonna 'pants' him…or ye."
"Tell your fellas not to do it again," I said menacingly.
"Sure thing, Ema," said the one I bopped, and then they ran off. I put my sword away.
"Don't mind McCorgin, McArthur, and Mcbar, they obviously have been staring at rainbows too long," I told Jack. "I thought I told you to watch your pants."
"I didn't think they'd do it as soon as they came in."
"That was your mistake. The Leprechauns are tricky; they'd do anything for a laugh. Lucky for you," I sniggered, "I solved our pants problem. Now it's time to go have a talk with McClagin."
"Who's McClagin?"
"Their leader of course."
How was that? We're finally away from Cupid and onto the Leprechauns. I made them pranksters because I heard Leprechauns like to play tricks. Tell me what you think in reviews. Stay tuned!
