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“Rannoch, Rannoch, gentle tide, Guide us through your rolling stride, We walk beside you, not beneath, In peace we’ll share this Highland heath.”

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The water seemed to recoil, the Wyrm’s form rippling as if struck. The torrent around the bridge slowed, the currents pulling back as if in awe of the highlander’s resolve. Seumas, gripping his hammer, swung it with a mighty strike against a rusted iron bar, sending a spray of sparks into the night. The sparks landed on the water, and for a brief instant, the river’s surface ignited with a line of fire—an impossible blaze that flickered and danced, casting the Wyrm in a ruby glow. “Rannoch, Rannoch, gentle tide, Guide us through your

He turned back to his people, feeling the weight of his ancestors’ gaze upon him. In that moment, he understood the true meaning of the old songs: the land and its water were not enemies, but parts of one whole, each demanding respect, each needing a pledge. The highlander’s song had not merely calmed a flood; it had forged a new pact between man and river. Seumas, gripping his hammer, swung it with a

Eòin had not come to the river that morning for the sake of the view. He had come because a messenger, breathless and drenched, had ridden in from the village, eyes wild with fear. “The torrent’s a spirit,” the messenger had whispered, “the River‑Wyrm awoken. If we do not bind it, the whole glen will be drowned.” The old stories spoken by the firelight warned of a water spirit that rose when the land was wronged, a creature that demanded a sacrifice—blood, or else the flood would never cease.