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James or the stress of the situation, all the barriers that I had erected for self preservation were crumbling. I felt them melt into me as the dam in my mind that I used to keep everyone out broke and the levees over flowed.
    I looked to my mother and concentrated on seeing into her, only to find that she was just outside of my reach. When I stepped closer, I could see her thoughts, worries, fears and depth of love for me.
    I blanked out. In a moment, I felt something again. It was dark and teetering on the edge of everything that I was learning, feeling and seeing. It seemed of no consequence at that time. So I just blinked it away and I told my father everything. If anyone would know if this was normal, he would. We were both surprised when the name Sabina popped into his head.
    “Wait a second. Who is Sabina?” I asked quizzically an edge to my voice. I didn’t know if I would be able to handle any more surprises.
    “Sabina is my mother. She was the daughter of a great magus and an Elven princess. She had natural magic from both parents and possessed the gifts of healing, “sight” and wisdom only to name a few. They say sometimes the younglings don’t get any gifts from their parents. It was long ago said that I have no natural magic in me.”
    My mind reeled. I was an elf…a big, plump elf. Move over, Mr. Bloom. Where’s my bow and Hobbit entourage? I snickered in my mind.
    There was so much new information. Things I’d never dreamed of. Not only that, but I knew a few other things at that moment. First, my father was proud and sad that I had the gift of “sight” and second, he had an “unnatural” gift that he kept well hidden from everyone, including my mother and me.
    Lastly, it also, appeared that my gift of telepathy or “sight” as it was known as in the Loch would make me both targeted and adored. Every bit of teasing, everything I’d been taught and new things learned bred me for this. My family gave me all the tools I needed without me even knowing I would. Determination burned a fire down my spine; I was going to be the best Queen the Loch had ever seen and restore my father’s honor and love the people as he did.
    I stopped for a moment my purpose still fueling me, but I was taking time to think of everything. My skin crawled with the true knowledge of my father’s gift. He didn’t even dare give it a name. Why was it so dangerous or appalling that he did not dare mention it to us before?
    There were too many questions and too little time for answers. We could not dwell on my future in the Loch or his concealed talents. If I did not take the throne, there would be no future for the McDonnell line or the Lochoan people. All the answers to all my questions lay there in the mystifying land of the Loch; I would go to the source of this.
    I spent the rest of my birthday weighing my options. I had already given my word but we had not left yet. I tried to deceive myself into thinking that I could get out of the arranged marriage and move to another place. However I knew after a sleepless night that I had made my decision. I would push forward into my future for honor if nothing else. A word given is a word to be kept, that’s one thing that I know for sure that my parents have instilled in me.
     
    The next day was Sunday, usually a day of rest and the last day of my vacation. I called work and gave notice but only left a message. The urgency of our mission demanded that we leave for the Loch immediately. It was decided that my mother would stay behind and tie up the loose ends of our life among what my father called the “Outlanders.” We would not be back in this world for a very long time, if ever. There was a troublesome sense of doubt that told me the journey and the transition would not be easy. It would be better for us all that my mother stayed behind. We decided that we could spare her the stress of our precarious future in some small way.
    On top of the grief of leaving my mother, I