The Loch Ness Monster

The world is a cold, untrustworthy place. This is something I have learned the hard way. 

Some animals do not fear me quite so much as others, but I have not dared to venture near the surface for thirteen years, for fear a human would spot me.  

Up on the surface, the humans call me Nessie. I was never given a name, so I call myself this as well.  

Little fish swim around me, I see an eel drift by, a shark swims below me, these are all simple beings who have learned not to fear me. Humans are not such simple creatures and continue to fear what they cannot understand. They all wish to capture me, to kill me, and to take me as their prize. My last visit to the surface taught me that they will never change. 

It was a rough night, with turbulent seas. Many human boats traveled overhead. One such boat was taken under by a powerful wave, the occupants dumped into the sea. 

Witnessing this, I closed the distance to the surface and swept the people onto my back, delivering them safely to shore, where others like them awaited. 

I did not believe the humans would harm me, seeing as I had just rescued their kin, but I was wrong. I still bear the scars from that day. I have not dared ventured to the surface since.