For the story game that 
I thought maybe sometime it could be read to some child of Irish descent.
The winged elf
At the foot of a mountain, in a village that nobody knows where it is, in a far away country, lives Dana, a different kind of elf girl. Dana doesn't want to dress only in green. She likes bright colors. Maybe because Dana was born with colorful wings that her parents tried to hide from the whole village.
Everyone knows that goblins are related to fairies but goblins don't like to be associated with fairies. Although they often meet in various circumstances with fairies, they do not share their challenging, sparkling and festive temperament. Leprechauns, especially males, prefer their reputation as grumpy. The least they share with their distant relatives is the dangerous tendency to give gifts to giants. It was the giants who took away their flowery valleys and riverbanks at the beginning of time.
Dana's father was an elf like most, sober, hardworking and a bit stingy. Dana loves to go to the mountain to admire the big pot where her father keeps the gold coins.
She was admiring the pot one day when she noticed that the shiny coins were changing, like mirrors, colors. Dana looked up. Before her eyes was displayed the most beautiful rainbow she had ever seen.
Her chest filled with joy. She had always wanted to stand at the foot of a rainbow. But Dana knew (her father had warned her many times) that for tall men the rainbow in the sky pointed the way to find a pot of gold.
"The giants, the Fomoré, they are evil, you have to watch out for them, they have been chasing us since the beginning of time." Those were the words that came to Dana's mind when without knowing why she got the idea to cross the rainbow.
Where does a little elf with butterfly wings want to go?
Dana climbed up the curved stretch that started next to the pot of gold. When she was at the top, closest to the sky, she could see what no elf had ever seen.
Playful clouds, pushing sweetly at each other, playing at disguising themselves as sheep, horses, crocodiles, dragons, people...Immensely large valleys with their grasses that moved undulating, to the rhythm of the wind, imitating water. In the distance he saw the great mountains, hugging each other.
"How big, how beautiful and how kind the world is. " Dana thought, standing at the top of the rainbow.
For a moment she thought she had seen enough, that she should return to her village. Her father's words came back to her mind.
"The tall men are evil. The Fomoré took our world from us."
To bid farewell to the rainbow she opened her arms and sighed deeply. Then she felt her wings, always retracted, open. An unfamiliar sensation filled her heart and she began to flap her wings. She felt like flying.
She felt like flying, but she felt afraid. She had never done it before. If she went back, her parents wouldn't let her. Then she felt the need to continue.To encourage herself, she said to herself:
"I have wings, I can fly. I don't have to be afraid of what's at the end of the rainbow."
The descent was much faster. She did not run into any giants and in a jiffy she was on land. It was a small inhabited valley. Dana had seen it from above.
"What big houses!" was Dana's first thought. But then her attention was focused on the wildflowers, which shared the ground with the clovers and with the insects. They were the same flowers, the same clovers and the same insects as in her village.
On a dry branch of a bush a bird trilled. It was a green and orange bird with a white chest, which seemed to speak to her. Dana's wings unfolded. The pixie doubted if she could fly, but her wings did not. She began to soar, passed close to the bird that moved its head to follow her flight.
Dana ventured to another tree, from there she returned to the ground. He watched, listened, sniffed, touched as he went back and forth. After a while the little elf sat high up in the top of a tree from where she stood gazing at the big houses, it was then that she saw a door open and a giant sticking out half his body.
"A rainbow has been set in the sky!" she heard him shout.
At his shout other doors opened and out of it came as many giants. For an instant they went back inside to come out later with women and children. Some carried shovels, some carried rakes, the women carried large baskets. Most of the men had put sacks of sackcloth on their shoulders.
Dana thought the worst thing a goblin could think. Her heart was racing. She was considering whether to fly back to her village when she heard the voice of a giant mom.
"Go play under the trees, the rain has stopped." At that voice, the giant children took off running.
Dana watched as the group scattered to the different crops and as the children began to run in the direction of the tree where she was. She hid as best she could among the foliage and watched them arrive in laughter and skipping.
"Let's play wheel."
"At the wheel?" Dana thought.
"I like to play wheel too. "
She watched them hold hands as they sang:
"Give me your hand
give me the other
wheel that rolls
that the world turns
that the fairies watch over us."
"Give me your hand
give me the other
wheel that rolls
that the world turns
that the fairies watch over us."
From watching them laugh, sing, trip and fall, Dana got the feeling that they were little like her. Through the little winged elf's mind popped the idea of joining in the game.
Then she realized that she had been away from home for a long time. Mom and Dad must have been worried.
She decided to leave the desire to make new friends for another day and flew away.
As she flew back the beautiful refrain played in his head:
"Give me your hand
give me the other
wheel that rolls
that the world turns
that the fairies watch over us."
"Give me your hand
give me the other
wheel that rolls
that the world turns
that the fairies watch over us."
