Smoke rises from the southeast forest, horrified screams of panic and pain ring clear through the trees. English men dressed in the rust bucket armour riding beasts of lower quality then any Scottish pure breed.
The English take what they want and give nothing back with a king dying of old age and a gay son that won't have an heir is left to the throne.
"Tha am Morair a 'tighinn bho fhearann an ear-dheas" incomes a horse rider, he speaks plainly and swiftly to Blair's uncle. "Cruinnich na cinnidhean a choinnicheas sinn le cnoc cloiche" he barks back. "Blair get very able body man ready for war I'll take the women and children to our safe haven" her uncle orders her as he rushes off to collect his wife and great-niece. "Keep her safe uncle I best not see any damage or harm come to my daughter!!" She yells back at him grabbing her husband and sons before readying her clans men and they march for Stone Hill to meet the other clan leaders.
They march for six days after having sent several massagers to tell the other clans of the meeting.
Blair brings up the rear of the marching formation to make sure nobody falls behind. Once they reach stone hill they make camp and wait on the others to show, still holding the alliances they all agreed on long ago. " when should the others arrive" a captain asks Blair " they are marching, I can feel the movement through the earth" she responds with her eyes closed using her magyk to reach out to them.
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