So now I finally have found the time of reediting my story. I am truly sorry that it has taken me so long, but I hope my dear old and new readers will still like it. Let me knwo what you think.

Inverness, 1998

"Oh, deary. I'm so happy to see you." an elderly voice said. It was the voice of Claire Randall.

She had been a nurse in World War II. In 1946 her and her husband Frank went to Inverness to get away from all the destruction and chaos of the war. They had used that time in Scotland to enjoy the rest of their honeymoon, that was interrupted by the outbreak of the war seven years prior.

After their vacation there, Claire and her husband decided to stay in Scotland. Originally Frank had planned to take up the appointment as a history professor at Oxford, but seeing as both had loved the calmness of the Highlands and the way most people were, he decided to take up a position at the College in Edinburgh.

Both, Frank and his wife had been now married for a long time, they had tried many a times to conceive. He even joked, that it would be the fault of their hostess, who always had her ear glued to their bedroom door. But by the time that Claire turned 45 years old, nothing had happened and both knew it was no use, so they stopped trying.

Now Claire's great-grand niece Isabelle had come to visit the pair in their home in Edinburgh. The 20-year-old woman was the daughter of Claire's brothers daughter. She had always loved visiting her aunt and uncle in Scotland, even though her family lived in Dublin, Ireland.

"How was your journey, dear?" asked Claire and put a cup of tea in front of the young woman.

Isabelle thanked her great-grand aunt. "It was alright. There were only minor turbulences when we crossed over the sea, but otherwise everything was fine."

Claire smiled at her and looked up, as her husband entered the kitchen. He too smiled at his great-grand niece and drew her into his embrace. "My sweet darling Isabelle, how I have missed you."

"I missed you too, Uncle, it has been entirely too long." Isabelle grinned and kissed his weathered cheek.

Frank sat down beside his wife and grabbed his tea. "So tell me, what have you planned for your stay here?"

Their niece smiled and pointed to her bag, where she had put her camera in. Isabelle had trained to be a nurse, but in her spare time she loved to take photographs. Her parents didn't like her working at the hospital, as they wished for Isabelle to take over her fathers company, but eventually they'd gotten used to her being a nurse.

The retired scholar nodded his head and broadened the topic. "You always loved to take pictures. But tell us, how is your training going?"

Isabelle nodded and grinned at her aunt. "The training is going wonderful, I'll be finished soon. I think even mum and dad will be glad I'll be done now. You know father always wanted me to take over his firm."

Claire smiled at the young woman and took her hand in hers. "Do not worry so much, deary. Your parents are very proud of you."

Frank stood and pulled his great-grand niece into his arms. Ever since Isabelle had been born, she was like a daughter to him, so naturally he wanted her to be happy. "How about we retire to my study and I tell you about my ancestor Captain Jack Randall?"

"I'd love to." she smiled and Claire watched both walking out of the kitchen.

Once they had reached his study, Frank put his arm around Isabelle's shoulders "My dear, you will be happy to know that I have found some more informations about Jack Randall." he said and led Isabelle over to a seat next to him. Frank told her all he could think of. Jack's birthday, his life and his death date.

Later that day, Claire's voice wafted up from the kitchen into the study. "Dinner's done, you two. The both of you can talk some more later."

Frank smiled at Isabelle and nodded his head to the door. "Let's go before she gets angry." Smiling both made their way down the stairs to the dinning room, where Claire had put the stew for dinner.

"So, what else have you planned for your stay here with us?" Claire asked once they had started eating.

Isabelle swallowed. "Ah I wanted to take a look around the landscape. You remember Lisa?"

Both Claire and Frank nodded their heads.

"She wanted to open a venue with pictures of the Highlands, but at the moment she can't leave work, so she asked me to take some. Maybe go to the sacred stones or something."

Frank smiled at her. "Well I could show you around a bit, if you want."

Their niece shook her head at his suggestion. "No thanks, Uncle Frank. I think I'll do this on my own. I don't want you to fall ill or maybe die of a heart attack."

After all he was rather old and Isabelle didn't want to risk him finding his death, climbing the hills of the Scottish Highlands.

After they had finished dinner, the young woman said her good-byes and left for the hotel she had booked while staying in Inverness. Aunt Claire had insisted that she stay at their home, but Isabelle declined, not wanting to intrude on the both of them.

Once in her room, she shed her clothes and took a long shower, thinking about all that her uncle, had told her about his family and their past. Every time she heard him tell the stories, Isabelle felt, as if she was a part of it. After she had finished, she dried herself of, braided her long dark hair and dressed for bed.

It didn't take her long to fall asleep, after her head hit the pillow, but still she tossed and turned under the sheets.

Ominous dreams evaded her. There was blood, fights, people in kilts. But one man in particular stayed in her mind. He was tall and his hair was firery red, with eyes as blue as the sky. It was as if he had been staring directly into her soul.

Isabelle woke up drenched in sweat. "What the hell..." shaking her head she looked at the clock on her bedside table. It was nearly nine o'clock and she wanted to get to the hill Craigh Na Dun.

She dressed in a pair of jeans, a shirt and put on her wandering boots. Grabbing the bag with her camera, Isabelle put it around her shoulders and left the hotel. Making sure to leave her room key with the personnel she went outside, got in her car and drove off through the landscape and to the stone circle.

She enjoyed the slight breeze that usually wafted over the Highlands, smiling as the rays of sun peaked through the darker clouds.

The weather forecast had promised, that it would be a nice warm day today, and the light would be great, as it shone through the stones, illuminating them.

Isabelle took out her camera and started taking pictures. Of Craigh Na Dun, the mountains of the Scottish Highlands in the back, of the fauna and flora.

She walked around the stones, deciding to photograph some of the symbols that were encrusted in them. But then she came to a particular stone, that had been split in the middle. Isabelle felt the wind picking up and heard a buzzing sound, kind of like a swarm of bees flying around her head.

The closer she got to the stone, the louder the buzzing was and then, after she took a step over the fallen part of the structure, Isabelle felt like she was falling.

Soon the feeling stopped and the young woman landed hard on the ground, rolling down the steep hill, before she finally stopped in between wet leaves and twigs on the wooden ground.

As she came to, Isabelle shook her head and looked around her. The camera Uncle Frank had gifted her with, had been lost during her tumble on the ground and wherever she was right now, Isabelle knew, she wasn't where she was supposed to be.

Once her eyes had focused again, Isabelle got up and rubbed her head, which must have hit the ground harder than she thought, as she felt a slight stinging sensation on her forehead.

Putting her hand to said part, Isabelle was glad, that her fingers came back without any red colour on them.

Unsure of what to do, what to do, she put one foot in front of the other and walked around the woods. It was scary, even though the sun shone and it was still daylight. Every once in a while a twig snapped or some of the animals of the forest scurried along the leave covered ground.

But then, Isabelle's heart started pounding. She heard the sounds of hoofbeats coming closer to her. Not knowing what else to do she ran, though it would not help her in the end. She risked a look behind her and saw a rider approaching.

A sense of dread overtook her, as she found herself in front of the same hill, she had tumbled down. There would be know way of getting away from him, so Isabelle turned around, facing what she had deemed her own timely death.