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nearly as deep as I thought. The stalactite hung from the cream ceiling like dripping candle wax. Murky water in deep puddles was staggered across the floor.
    We explored deeper and deeper until we were walled in. It was the dead end of smooth wall marbled in fire branded oranges and dank coal. We could go no further.
    Confused I questioned myself, shooting my thought out into the universe. Why were we in this cavern? It led to nowhere. The heavens answered my pleas. I felt, rather than saw the flash of red before us. It hemorrhaged through from somewhere outside the scope of my vision. My father's face distorted in concentration. He raised his hands wide, lava hot flames shot from his palms. Runes in an ancient tongue glowed on the wall before me. He spoke strange words and the partition opened into another cavern.
    I breathed, "Wow," and my father gave me the look that screamed, "I don’t want to talk about it."
    The two men strode through confidently. I, however, warily stepped through the gate to the Loch. I was afraid it might close on me and a simple, “Open says me,” would not work to open it once more.
    Just as the light had appeared, it disappeared. The door was closed and I touched the air to be sure. There was nothing there and no magic was left. I was in the Loch. I was in my new land.
    I breathed in the air loving the deep floral scent. I squinted against the bright sunlight. It all hardly seemed real to me. I stared into a dewy leaf.
    When my reflection stared back at me, I was finally convinced by my likeness that I truly was a “child of the Loch.”  Until that moment I kept flip flopping back and forth. Was my father crazy, better yet was I?
      I argued with myself the whole way. I can attribute my size to my dad. He is 6’7” and is still built like a quarterback, lean and strong. My mom is just the opposite. She is tiny not quite 5’3” and round, like a cute little garden gnome.
    I am truly a culmination of them both, I have naturally coral streaked black hair and my skin is a ghastly milk-white pallor with olive undertones, like a Latin zombie minus the brain eating tendencies. My amber eyes are large and almond-shaped framed by long striped black and corral lashes are just like my father’s. My lips are full and pink. Not to mention I have high cheekbones set on a heart-shaped face.
    I am no beauty but I can see all the quirks of the union of my parents. Sometimes when I smile I am reminded of my mother or when I cast a sideways glance I can see my dad. I see them both in my face and everything I do.
    The more I delved into the evidence at hand. I knew that I have a few other idiosyncrasies. They could not be explained away and must be attributed to the union of a Lochoan male and a Human female. At first glance, my blood is just your standard O-negative, a universal donor, but I am never ill and I heal quicker than most people, as in almost immediately.
    A prime example of such a healing is when I broke my leg. I can’t remember just how old I was but within the next hours I was back outside riding my bike. It had healed on the way to the hospital. My dad was happier than a blue bird. However, my mom was freaked out and took me to the doctor. Apparently, ultra healing is a problem that demands attention.
    My pediatrician was so intrigued that he ordered test after test. I can remember poke after needly poke. The needle marks healed instantly but the prickly pain was left behind. To this very day, I would rather eat mud than see another needle or another doctor.
    Following the tests (most of which were inconclusive) that sadist ascertained that my blood has strange properties. It’s red alright but it’s a bit different. My father and I share an enzyme not found in most humans. The doctors claim no explanation for us as to what use it is.
    Struggling for answers I let loose with a barrage of questions. I wanted to know everything about myself and my new kingdom. Starting with why I healed