The leprechaun put his hand up and repelled the bolt like it was a rubber ball. The lightning bolt smashed into the witch and she fell back, stunned.
Conarght tutted, she should have known better. He went to check the witch and she was breathing fine, he clicked his fingers and her body rose up in the air. It was levitating and following the leprechaun.
He took the floating body to the Hawthorne tree, he waved his hand and a black mist appeared. It was a portal to his home, he disappeared into it with the floating body.
Inside this portal was pure brilliant white, a room of immaculate cleanliness. There was nothing in the room but Conarght and the floating body. He waved his hand and the body dropped.
The witch woke up. She was amazed.
“Ah-where is this? Am I alive?” She was checking herself.
Conarght looked at her “you are deep in the heart of my magic, from here you can do anything. Be anything. The only thing you can’t do is hurt, this is your home now. This room” he waved his arm around “is your kingdom, all you need to do is think”
“So I’m your prisoner?” The witch snapped.
“No nothing of the sort” the leprechaun grinned. “You’ll never age, if you want to be young just think. Trust me this the best offer you’ll get from me.” He added with a bit of smarm “or I could take your magic.”
She looked angry again. Always angry this one, if only she knew what he had done. She would be as angry as the old Gods of Ireland!
“I’m helping you, Margharta!” Conarght turned away and flicked his wrist, the black mist forming.
“Farewell, my angry little witch!” He turned and bowed with his hat. He turned back to the mist.
He walked through it and was once again in the forest.
He chuckled. The witch was imprisoned all right, she was in an illusion, a room created out of magic. Nowhere near his home, he wouldn’t have that.
The witch would still be there for millenniums, but the most important thing is he wouldn’t have to deal with her anymore.
And Sometimes, just sometimes when the full moon was out, the little leprechaun could hear faint cries of help.
He smiled every time because he knew they were her cries. And she deserved it. Arrogance will get you no where, especially when dealing with a leprechaun.
The world was better off without that Wild Eyed Witch.