Liam, being a man of gentle heart despite his misfortune, carefully pried the iron teeth open. The creature sprang free, brushed off his velvet sleeves, and looked Liam up and down.
Within a year, Kilmarran transformed. Liam didn’t become a millionaire overnight, but he never missed a meal, and his roof never leaked again. He realized the "Luck of the Ireland" wasn't about magic pots of gold or sudden windfalls. It was the ability to find the beauty and the path forward in a land that looked, to any ordinary eye, like nothing but stone and mist.
Liam O’Shea still had empty pockets sometimes, but he walked like a king, for he knew exactly where the heart of the island was beating. If you'd like, I can: