Six Sentence Sunday: Magic of the Loch, The Legend Begins…

It's Six Sentence Sunday and this is the a snippet from Magic of the Loch. It's been a while since I shared a snippet. I thought I go back to the beginning and the legend.

Blurb:

Michaela Grant travels to Scotland for a holiday, knowing this vacation is her last. A medical condition threatens her life and any chance of a future—until she meets Alan MacLachlin, a man forced to exist between two worlds.

Alan is the legendary Loch Ness Monster. Once every fifty years he returns to human form in search of his soul mate, the one woman who can break his curse. He believes he has found forever with Michaela, but to claim it he must figure out how to save her life.

Michaela and Alan vow to take what time has to offer, but another threat looms. A sinister shape shifter with a vendetta against Alan is making Loch Ness his personal hunting ground. Now he’s threatening Michaela. Alan must discover who the shifter is and stop him before it’s too late.

In this scene: This is how the legend of the loch began. Alan's clan watches over a magical well, a gift from the gods. The water can heal ailments and keep the clan young and strong. After they draw water from the well, they must keep the well covered with a lid or else the water spirits will escape. The consequences are dire when the rules are not followed...

Ronson and Dougal are on guard this night, a precaution from attack from other clans. Dougal's horn wakes the village with its warning and Ronson runs to the village, knowing the clan will be doomed if they do not move at once. Ronson is speaking to Alan.

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Now for the six:

"The water spirits are angry and seekin’ vengeance.
Water pours out of the well like a river,
headin’ straight toward us. Dougal is tryin’ to stop it,
but it’s too late. Even if he finds the lid, he cannae
secure it the way the water is ragin’ out of control.”

Dougal’s horn was abruptly silenced as if the
instrument had been ripped from his grasp. The
stillness, like a hush spreading over them, proved
worse than the resound warning.

“Dougal failed.”

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