Folklore Friday - The Fachan
This terrifying creature is said to be so horrifying to gaze upon, that, should you see him, his appearance will induce a heart attack in the body of even the most healthy. With only half a body, an impressive mane of black feathers, tufted at the top, and an impossibly wide mouth, the Fachan is not the first thing you'd wish to see on a dark night.
Holding a large chain in his one strong, withered arm, the Fachan has enough strength to destroy an entire orchard in a single night. A cruel and malevolent creature, his weapon of choice is a giant club, which he wields at anyone that comes too close to him.
Recognising when you have stumbled across his lair is a fairly easy job. There are no trees, animals or grass - as the Fachan hates all other life - just a barron wasteland.
There is one tale, in which a Fachan, named Nesnas Mhiccallain, was defeated by Murachadh Mac Brian. The pair raced and it was Mac Brian who won. He later went on to become the King of Ireland.
"Ugly was the make of the Fachan; there was one hand out of the ridge of his chest, and one tuft out of the top of his head, it were easier to take a mountain from the root than to bend that tuft"