Luck of the Irish

Puck could see distinctly the large diamond that was rolling at his feet on the floor of the vehicle where it had dropped. It had impressed radiant blue and purple sparks over his boot. Even without much light, it could speak in rainbows. He clicked open his seat belt and picked the rock up finding it heavy and cold to the touch.

Puck had heard of this stone, if it is the one he thought it might be: Irish. It was called that in recent legend, as it was said to have the ‘luck of the Irish’ - i.e. none. This stone had a reputation for bringing bad luck to whoever held it … and the car crash (now averted) seemed to confirm it.

He, on the other hand, was not at all worried by its powers of ill. Puck had magic bags for such things, that, with a nuclear force, could contain any Jinn, Sprite, or hazardous Diamond, if need be, indefinitely.

“Now I have saved you twice”, he said, well satisfied with himself.


-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series