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.
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. 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