By: Melissa Ratliff
Nessie was lonely. She was afraid she was all that was left of magic in the world. It had been centuries since she last saw Dralcor flying overhead, his leathery wings beating and fiery breaths dancing across the night sky. Even longer still since Aerowen dipped her silver horn and created delicate ripples upon the surface of the loch, her serene presence like a ray of sunshine on even the darkest days. She tried to stay hidden. But she had to know. Her head slowly breached the surface for a tiny peek. She saw the human, and it saw her.