Outlander: - Blood Of...

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.

Local legends spoke of the Fuil nan Creagan —the Blood of the Crags. They said that when the moon hung like a silver sickle, the stones would weep a dark, viscous sap. But Jamie, kneeling in the damp heather, saw it for what it truly was: a tear in the fabric of time that was physically hemorrhaging. Outlander - Blood of...

Suddenly, the ground gave way, not into a physical pit, but into a vision. Jamie saw his father, Brian Fraser, standing on this very spot decades earlier. Brian wasn't alone. He was facing a traveler—a woman with eyes like amber and skin the color of toasted honey. She wasn't Claire, but she wore a medical stethoscope around her neck like a silver serpent. The vision snapped

The stones didn't answer, but for the first time in years, the silence felt like a promise. The stones fell silent