A short story about a young man who wanders into the woods of Ireland.

Elfshot They were recording the new album in an old castle in Scotland. Why Scotland? The only answer anyone could find that adequately explained the situation was that It Was Mike's Idea. A room in one of the towers was converted into a studio. The rest of the place remained more or less as it had been hundreds of years ago, with the exception of the electricity and running water that had been added a …

…tourists, with a t-shirt and hat to buy at the end of it? Some things are true. He found one of them." James stared off into the distance at nothing. In his hand was a tiny wilted flower, and in his head was the haunting scent of a girl, or a place, or both, or maybe they were the same thing. It didn't really matter. Either way, he was gone, and he wasn't coming back.