The words uttered by the mother goddess of the Tuatha De Danaan echoes in your mind as the race memory becomes
part of your being.
"A cursed be the leprechauns! You small minded greedy fae! You traded with the men. You sold them shoes, and
you sold out our secrets all for petty gold! Petty, small-minded, then be small of stature too!"
All the leprechauns stood huddled in the cold stone circle, as their ancient queen stood over them growing
taller. Nay, she was not growing taller, they were shrinking, and their clothing with them. Their crocks of
gold weren't shrinking. Many of your brethren were greedily hugging their crocks or growing gold coins
oblivious to the fact that they were shrinking.
The enraged queen glared at them over her shoulder as she turned to climb the starry path the all the tall
elves, and other fae creatures had climbed into the Western sky.
"You shall never follow us to Tir Na Og," she adds.
"Now why in heaven's name would we want to ya' old crone?" asks old bearded King Brian whose crown shrank with
him. "Thar ain't no goold in that dead place!"
"Haaar!" the queen hissed back from her stance on the golden stair. Suddenly, her beauty was gone, and she
was a living mummified crone.
"Ha,ha,ha," laughs the king, "You can dish out magic, but can you take it?"
"You challenge your queen?"
"I'm my own king."
"You betrayed your own fae race!"
"Oh, did I? For ten thousand years or more, my leprechauns have made shoes, leather goods, jewels, trinkets,
crowns, tiaras, saddles, horns, swords, bows, arrows, spears, armor, shields, boats - and who knows what else.
If you wanted it or needed it we made it. And what thanks did we get? Well, tell me. Did ye ever once say
thank you?"
"Why should I say thank you? Why should any of the noble fae thank you? You were only doing your job!"
"Now the humans came and they paid us for our goods. Paid us with proper gold they did. So the way I figure
it, you and your fenians and fae are gitting what they deserve for how they treated us."
"Hahahahaha," Danu cackled, "Then my revenge is even better. The humans will now see you as the wee folk you
are, and they won't pay you, they'll take what they want from you!"
Your mind reels, and find yourself dancing to regain your balance. Wee folk indeed! This wasn't what you had
bargained for! You think back to your reverie moments before you shrank. "No man or woman can resist me?" you
say shaking your head, "But at this size they'd have to use me as a dildo!"
Somewhere in the distance a crow caws - but you know it's really a fae laughing! Perhaps the queen of the fae
herself, you think angrily. You look down at your shoes and frown. A leprechaun knows that shoes make the
man. You immediately set to cobbling yourself a new pair, but you'll need some fine green leather. Green cows
don't just fall out of the sky now, a leprechaun needs to transform one or two.
You sniff the air, and lick your lips. Your leprechaun senses are attuning themselves to find the fellow
who'll provide the hide for your new shoes. You chide yourself that you're still you, but now you have the
obsessive compulsive desires of a sidhe laid over your mortal ones.