The witch sat in crumpled mess from where she’d been thrown. Muttering curses at the air. She wasn’t hurt, just in shock. She started to rub debris off herself and slowly stood up.
“Show yourself devil” she said without conviction.
Conarght appeared right by her foot, his height reached her knee joint. How old and withered she had looked, how fierce her eyes still glared.
“You did this to me, wretched thing. All I ask is for some Hawthorne sap to get me some youth. You deny me!” She glared at him and pushed on “why???”
“If I recall rightly you’re the one who wished to live forever” his little finger pointing, accusing “ye should never take wishes for granted!”
She went to kick conarght but he dodged so quickly, she had no hope. Conarght giggled at the kicked leaves falling around her.
She looked pitiful, the once beautiful witch was now a hag. Destined to grow older and older till she was nothing but bone. Conarght had a bit of sadness for her, not much and not even sadness. He couldn’t place it, his eyes brightened. He knew what it was, it was pity.
The witch started to sob. Conarght shown himself, the witch stopped sobbing. She wiped her tears.
Conarght went to a large stone and sat there, his feet dangling over the edge moving to and fro.
“Why do we cross paths so much? There must be a reason!” He asked out loud, perhaps not even to the witch.
“Well, you are meddler. I am but a magic user, I made a simple mistake with a wish” her eyes still wet “is there anything to reverse the wish?”
Conarght shook his head, he stood up and pointed in her face “I told ye, ye must be careful what ye wish for! I can’t magic an unwish, there’s nothing I can do for you!” He started to pace up and down with his hands behind his back.
He wanted to help, at least if he did he would have little trouble with the witch as she wouldn’t be long for living. He took his hat off and peered inside the big hole. He started to whisper into it and the witch swore she could hear a whispering back.
The leprechaun looked up from the hat, he shook his head.
“There is a way of reversing the wish” he shook his head knowing full well her answer already “but you have to give up your magic.”
The witch was angry. She physically shook with rage.
The leprechaun knew full well this would not end well. As he put his hat back on his head a lightning bolt hurtled fast at the leprechaun. A powerful bolt from the witches hand.