Conarght spied on the witch for a good two weeks, he didn’t trust her and always knew she was up to no good. He remembered how they first met.
He had honest intentions.
It was 1710 and he was walking by a cottage in Islandmagee, he heard a racket from inside. A woman screaming insanely, he walked closer to the house to see the trouble.
He relished in mischief and could not resist the urge to look. He hopped up to the ledge as quick as a flash. As he peered in he saw a woman sitting down at a table, she screamed “leave me alone!” And all manner of curses.
As she screamed things were flying around the room by themselves, plates smashed into walls, cups dancing around and chairs scraping the floor.
Conarght looked amazed, he started to grin. Someone or something was doing this, he went on the hunt. He tipped his little red hat to the woman and hopped off the ledge.
He sensed magic.
Like a beacon he was drawn to it, away from the cottage and through some hedges into the forest. He walked another 40 yards or so and went through some shrubs. There!
He saw her. A silhouette of a woman who looked as of she were conducting a band. Her hips swayed with the magic her hands waving to and fro, flicking and jerking.
She was a young thing, no more than 25 years old. She cackled under the waning moon. Conarght was about to go interrupt her, when some men jumped out and grabbed her.
“Margharta! You are to be on trial as a witch!” One of the four burly men grabbed her arms, another her legs. She screamed and kicked out but she was overpowered.
Conarght giggled at the scene. He loved all this drama, he stepped out unseen. The men had ropes and tied her person about a tree. They were interrogating her.
Conarght was standing right beside them unseen. Except her, she saw him, he cursed himself.
She started to grin.
The men looked on at her, she was a beautiful young woman with jet black hair with several white stripes in her hair. A sign she had dealt with death to be sure.
“What say you witch? Have ye been tormenting yon widow in that cottage over yonder?” Asked the leader.
The witch cackled.
“Yes! She deserves it you Fools!” She screeched, the men held their ears “she murdered her husband, my lover! she needs to leave this mortal coil .. as do you!” She looked at Conarght.
“I wish you four would die a slow painful death!”
Conarght groaned, he flicked his hand. Immediately the four of them put there hands to their chest. They were slowly suffocating, lungs filling with water, panting and screaming the men slowly died. It went on for hours, the pain killing them. One of the last screamed with his last breath to let him die.
The witch cackled all the way through the mass murder. She screamed happily. “Show yourself leprechaun!”
Conarght made himself visable, he grimaced at the thought of her. She smiled.
“Where did you get your powers?” He inquired, she was a powerful mortal. He didn’t understand, and there wasn’t alot he missed.
“My mother’s side have been strong with magic but I’m not revealing anything to the likes of you!” She continued “I made a pact with the devil!”
Conarght laughed out loud, the devil! Of course, always the devil.
She was not amused by this.
“I wish for these ropes to be released from me”
He flicked his hand and the ropes fell loose to the ground. She stepped over the ropes and bent down to each man, she drew little stars on each man’s forehead, the third eye.
Conarght had witnessed this in tribes a long time ago, it was normally for protection from spirits. Dependant on the way it was drawn, it could have been a curse on their families.
This woman was evil.
“Why have you spent two wishes so quickly?” Conarght had his hat off scratching his thin Brown hair, he was trying to change the subject.
“I don’t need you!” She snapped and stormed towards him “I don’t need anybody!”
Conarght was a great judge of character. Arrogance. That was her trait.
“I wish to live forever now be gone with you!”
Cornarght sighed, he flicked his hand and went away through the bushes. He went to the woman’s house, he jumped on that same window ledge. He peered in once again.
The woman that had been petrified earlier looked relieved and happy enough. Everything had stopped moving and she was enjoying some food. Conarght felt sorry for the young woman, her tears were on a pool on the table.
He was going to meddle.
He put both his hands together and started to rub. The magic stirring in his hands, he put his hands to the window and an invisible beam went straight into the woman’s body.
The woman felt a rush of joy, she began to cry tears of happiness. When the beam had finished she rejoiced to god. Her hands up to the sky.
Conarght jumped off the ledge. As he turned he saw a shadowy figure approaching the house, the witch. She started to run towards the house.
The leprechaun hit her with a disabling magic, she fell to the ground.
“You’re not to go near her, ye hear me?” Conarght boomed. “If ye do, I will murder you a thousands times and more, I’ll keep bringing you back too!”
The witch spat.
“She killed my lover, you imp!” She started to sob.
Conarght pointed to the house “that place is protected, she is protected! You cannot touch her, if you do the magic will return to you tenfold whilst she remains unharmed. And.” He added for impact “that includes all her kin from now to eternity.”
The witch cursed and ran off.
That was the first time Conarght encountered the Wild Eyed Witch. For 80 years or so their paths crossed. She was very tricky to deal with.
And here he was two weeks after his last encounter, watching her trying to get more Hawthorne sap. She dug into the tree roots and recoiled in horror when she was thrown across the forest floor.
He protected his home.
She was a nuisance.