The standing stones of Craigh na Dun did not just hum; they bled.
The stones didn't answer, but for the first time in years, the silence felt like a promise.
As he pressed his palm against the central monolith, the air grew thick with the scent of ozone and gorse. Usually, the stones screamed with the sound of a thousand bees, but tonight, they whispered. They whispered a name: Brian. Outlander - Blood of...
"Blood of my blood," he murmured into the wind, "and bone of my bone."
Jamie watched, frozen, as his father took a dirk and sliced his palm, pressing the red life-force into the stone. The rock drank it greedily. In that moment, Jamie understood: his family’s destiny hadn’t started with Claire’s fall through the circle. It had been bought and paid for by his father’s blood years before, a sacrifice to ensure that when a "Sassenach" finally arrived, the stones would recognize the Fraser line and let her through. The standing stones of Craigh na Dun did
It was 1752, a decade after the smoke had cleared from Culloden, and Jamie Fraser found himself back at the hill where his heart had been torn out. He wasn't there to find Claire—he knew she was safe in a future he couldn’t touch—but because the "Blood of my Blood" was calling from the earth itself.
The vision snapped. Jamie pulled his hand back, his own palm stinging. A thin, red line had opened across his skin, mirroring his father’s old wound. The stones fell silent. Usually, the stones screamed with the sound of
He stood, wrapped his plaid tight against the Highland chill, and looked toward the horizon. He couldn't go to her, but he knew now that the very earth beneath his feet was keeping the door open.