TRICKING THE TRICKSTER

"Hello, you must be Amari," the little bearded man, clothed in green all through, and that had suddenly entered the cabin, said as he came to stand across them. His voice came out like he was speaking through clenched teeth.

Amari's eyes first turned to her wristwatch to check the time, it was a few minutes past 4pm.

Amari and her circle were standing in a line, facing the Leprechaun.

"How do you know my name?" Amari asked, narrowing her gaze to the man's face.

"Monsters speak, you know. And besides, you are the one who set me free," the Leprechaun said.

"I don't understand," Amari muttered, knitting her eyebrows together in confusion.

"Centuries ago, my world was invaded," the Leprechaun started.

"You mean fairyland?" Stephen asked with a raised eyebrow. The Leprechaun turned to him.

"Fairy what?" he asked.

"Well, what's your world called?" Diane spoke this time.