Chapter 4
The small dirt road from the olden pier joined a slightly larger road heading toward the Valley of Fictus, where their Sunday yik-yak took place. The walk usually took half an hour at a leisurely pace. “I wonder if it’s this sunny on Faylinn today?” Buck asked. “Come on,” Banyon said, “you don’t really believe in all that?” “I believe Faylinn is real,” Penny added defiantly. Truthfully Penny wasn’t at all convinced about the existence of Faylinn, but she saw an opportunity to wind up Banyon. “You’re right Penny,” Banyon said, “an island of fairies, all flying around the place doing magic. That seems really likely.” “It’s mentioned in a few of my book,” Buck added. “See, it’s mentioned in his books,” Penny said, “several of them.” “All leprechauns know fairies don’t exist,” Banyon said, “next you’ll tell me you believe in Tir na nÓg.” “I definitely believe in Tir na nÓg,” Penny said as though not believing in it was an insult to her personally, “an island where nobody grows old, who wouldn’t want to live there?” “You, for one,” Banyon replied, “And it’s not going to work Penny, so don’t even bother trying”. “You’ve never seen anything unusual… Read More »Chapter 4