Disclaimer: I do not own Fablehaven or Isle of Inisfree. I do, however, own Dioni.

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Chapter Two: Dioni on Isle of Inisfree

I've met some folks who say that I'm a dreamer
And I've no doubt there's truth in what they say
But sure a body's bound to be a dreamer
When all the things he loves are far away

That's me, forever the dreamer, the girl who remembers times past. I don't mourn for what I have lost- or do I?

And precious things are dreams unto an exile
They take him o'er the land across the sea
Especially when it happens he's an exile
From that dear lovely Isle of Inisfree

Exile isn't quite it, but, yes, I was exiled, in a way, from Eire when I came to Fablehaven. The adventurer, the dreamer, the exile. The land across the sea- America- is beautiful, but it's not Eire.

And when the moonlight peeps across the rooftops
Of this great city, wondrous though it be
I scarcely feel its wonder or its laughter
I'm once again back home in Inisfree

I've been back in Eire since renouncing the trees, but it's not the same. It's Ireland now, not the Eire that I remember.

I wander o'er green hills through dreamy valleys
And find a peace no other land would know
I hear the birds make music fit for angels
And watch the rivers laughing as they flow

I went back to the forest I came from. Or, rather, I went back to the place the forest I came from used to be. It's not home anymore- I've been forgotten by the hamadryads I once called 'sister.'

And then into a humble shack I wander
My dear old home, and tenderly behold
The folks I love around the turf-fire gathered
On bended knees their rosary is told

I hardly knew the hamadryads there- they treated me like scum! Like I once treated humans. I should have known they would turn on me what I once did to humans. I have learned now. Oh, I have learned.

But dreams don't last, though dreams are not forgotten
And soon I'm back to stern reality
But though they pave the footways here with gold dust
I still would choose my Isle of Inisfree

Or would I? I don't think I would choose to go back to Eire as a hamadryad now that I have seen the human side of the story. I'm happy now, now that I am truly home.