Swimming down to the bottom of the lake, I was surprised to find a house there; a solitary two bedroom cottage lost in time. The thatched roof and chimney were still intact, as were the tiny windows. Even the dry stone wall that surrounded the property looked freshly built, although in truth the orchard looked a little sad, and the garden only grew pond weeds.
As I approached the door, I noticed blotches of algae upon its surface.
I paddled water, wondering if I should knock. What if someone answered?
What if the house belonged to a family of selchidh?