Take a magical journey through the realm of Braveheart!

A rusty feathered crossbill rests upon the branch of a twisted hawthorn overlooking a quiet harbor. Boats moor before a bustling fishing village with hard-working, salt-rimed folk bringing in their fresh, wiggling catch. The bird takes wing and soars through the cobblestone streets, tittering joyfully at the delight of the clear, sunny day. The crossbill sweeps up the green hills, rugged and rocky. In the distant pastures, sheep and cows graze peacefully together. The bird lands momentarily to rest upon a swaying, purple thistle. It senses magic in the air, something calling, a power never felt before, but oddly familiar. It takes wing again and finds its flight far faster and effortless than before. On the horizon, mist gathers, but the bird fears not. It dives into this, intoxicated by the joys of flight. Through the mist, spires of stone loom like fortresses or warning fingers. The bird zips around them. Cool, deep blue lakes fill the valleys between the hills and mountains. The bird finds the coastline again. Sharp-edged rocks lead down towards the crashing waves, like a stairway into the water. Within the fog, the bird imagines it sees giant shapes, something larger than life moving from stone to stone. It shies back towards land, avoiding this specter. Upon the cliffside, a keep stands, gray stones weathered by salt spray, encrusted with lichen. A man stands upon the parapet, his plaid kilt and long hair rustled by the breeze. The bird circles then lights upon the wall beside him. Pipes play in the distance as the sun breaks through the mist revealing a cold, hard, but beautiful land, green and wild, fit for the brave and free.

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