Am fear eile ~Outlander~

~Chapter two~Skye~

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I opened my eyes and noticed that the humming sound was gone. I sat up and looked around. The surroundings hasn't changed much but when I looked at the direction of the city I saw it was gone.
I gasped for breath and looked around and saw that my backpack and everything else that I left on the ground was also gone.
A shot sound made me look up and I decided to start to run, if there where guns I didn't want to get shot. I ran down the hill the same way I walked it up but this time it was overgrown with bushes and weeds. The branches ripped my dress and scratches mine arm while the nettles burned mine bare legs.
Stumbling over a root of a bush, I fell face first in the mud and tumbled down the hill, stopped by a pair legs dressed in black pants and leather boots. The person who belonged to it grabbed my arm and lifted me up.
I looked up and froze when I stared in his pitch black eyes.

"Let me go and who the hell are you?" I struggled to get me lose of him but his grab was firm on mine arms.
"The better question is, who are you?" he looked up and down my body and I shiverd.
"That is none of your business," I spat still struggling to get away from him.
When that didn't work I decide to follow my self defence class and stamped on his feet, he immediately let me go and that gave me a chance to place my knee in a place where the sun didn't shine.
When he felt on the ground I saw my change and ran away from him.
Mine brains where progressing where I was. Red coats means British, that was what I learned in school, so that meant that I was either before or after the Jacobiet rising in Scotland.
I reached a road and decided to ran in a direction I tought it felt right and hoped I didn't stumble across an other redcoat. Guns where following me and I looked back to see where it was coming from. because I did that I ran into a person and felt on my arse on the ground.
"Awright, look where yer gaun Lass," A voice with a heavy Scottish accent said and I saw a hand reaching out for me. I grabbed him and he pulled me up.
I didn't want to look at him so instead I looked at his kilt.
"Urr ye okay?" he asked and I finally looked up.
"What?" I asked sheepishly, still not staring at his face, I looked at the brooch which was holding his kilt together.
"Are you okay?" He asked again this time in English and I shook my head. "God's yer shivering, come I will bring ye in safety."
I didn't know why I was trusting him but he sounded nicer than the redcoat I had run in just minutes ago, he led me to his horse and he helpt me up it. He laid his plaid around my shoulders and gave his horse the sign to run.
I was to shocked about what happend that I didn't realise he was asking questions or was talking to me. he must eventually gave up because it was silence.
We rode until the sun was down an reached a small house. The Scot helped me of his horse and guided me inside it and immeditaly there was some whooing and cheering.
"Oi young Jamie brought back a whore. Finally planning to lose yer honour?" somebody said but because I was looking at the ground I couldn't see who it was.
"I don't think she is a whore." the man Jamie apperantly behind me said. "I found her in the woods, she was on the run for the Red coats."
I looked over my shoulder to look at him, I my heart skipped a beat when I saw him for the first time, his face was sunbrown and his eyes electric blue while his hair lighted red up in the fire.
A typical 18th century Highlander.
"Who are ye than lass?" a man asked and I looked up at him.

I thought for a small moment and decided not to tell my full name and full story but keeping some in.
"I'm Greer von Holland." I answered.
"Holland?" he raised his eyebrow. "Yer Dutch?"
"Yes," I answered in honesty.
"Far away from home then. How did ye end up here?" he asked. "And why are you dressed in your undergarments?"
I looked down, my colourful summer dress looked indeed like the undergarments they wore in this time periode.
"I, ehh, I was one my way to Ireland to be precisly but the ship I was sailing on was caught in a storm and sank near the coast off.." I thought about a Scottish city on the coast side. "Peterhead," I lied hoping that they didn't question the strange route.
"Hmh," the man looked at me but was quickly distracted by Jamie behind me who let out a yelp in pain. I turned around and saw him grabbing his shoulder.
"Jamie, son. Are ye okay?" The man before me walked towards him and yanked the shirt of the left shoulder of Jamie. "Yer shoulder is dislocated, we need a healer to replace this."
"Dinna fash," Jamie shrugged his good shoulder. "One move and it's good. Angus Lad help me," A man walked towards him and placed one hand in the front and the other on the back of Jamie shoulder.
"On the count of three," Jamie said. "One, two, three," on three there sounded a horrible crack and that was the last thing I heard before it went dark.