The Hinterland

Tales of elves returning from the sea are spreading in this green and fertile land. Bands of orcs from the wetlands raid towns and villages. Talk of an orc invasion has the people on edge. Gifted teens can communicate with animals or nature, and once the gods from the mountains are appeased peace is secured.

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A Gun on the 25A

Colaiste Cois Life

Don't come any closer. I have a gun!” I shouted. My lips were quivering. “I – I – I won't h-hurt you. Just give me the gun” he stammered (with a British accent). He was clearly scared. “No way. Why would I give some troll a gun that he could kill me with?” I shouted even louder.

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A Realisation

Colaiste Cois Life

I lie in bed waiting for the time to come. I packed my bag the night before and prayed for the kingdoms safety. I kissed my sick father goodbye and set out for the Dublin mountains, leaving Clondalkin in jeopardy.

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Home

Colaiste Cois Life

Just then, I hear the heavy wood door of the dungeons entrance creak open. I stand and rush over to peer out through the bars of my cell. Being pushed up through the narrow corridor, to my utter disbelief, is an elf!

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LUNCH!

Colaiste Cois Life

To get out this morning, I need to climb up the ladder on the outside of the Round Tower and I hate heights, so I don't see this working. I went to breakfast as usual and I left, looking all around for the message in this place to get underground, but there was no hope. I had to find a new route to get home. 

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Now is the Time.

Colaiste Cois Life

I go outside and look around. Burnt wood and broken buildings cover the roads. There is nothing left standing. Then I hear what I think is a branch snapping. “Who's there?” I say, with no response. “Who's there!” I shout. Suddenly a face pops out from behind the only building left standing, apart from my house.

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The Only Way of Leaving

Colaiste Cois Life

I wake up to the smell of rot. I open my eyes. I forget where I am for a moment until I see Oisín with his head down, sobbing. “Oisín, what happened?” I croak. “Oh Fia,” Oisín jumps up and lays down next to me. “It was awful, they took dad and set the place on fire. Then they threw you and me into a crate and brought us here, the Round Tower.”

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