As the first flash of red coats appeared at the mouth of the valley, the Great Highland Bagpipes began to wail. It wasn't a song; it was a scream of defiance that echoed off the granite walls, making the invaders’ horses skitter and rear.
For weeks, the lowland forces had been pushing north, their heavy cavalry and polished armor clashing with the wild stillness of the glens. They saw the Highlands as a frontier to be tamed, but to Alistair, the mountains weren’t just land—they were a fortress that breathed. highland-warriors
Should we focus the next part on a between rival clans or a daring midnight raid on a coastal fortress? As the first flash of red coats appeared
"For them, it is," Alistair replied, his voice a low rumble. "They fight for a king. We fight for the memory of our fathers." They saw the Highlands as a frontier to