Dragons of the Scottish Highlands

Dragons exist and they fight to the death over territory. Witnessed one battle in the Scottish

Highlands at dawn. Two massive beasts circling each other, scales scraping like metal on stone.

The younger one lunged first, jaws clamping down on the elder's neck. Blood rained down

as they spiraled through clouds. The elder twisted mid-air, claws tearing through

wing membrane. Both crashed into the mountainside. Only one flew away. The other's skeleton

is still there, half-buried in rock. Scientists won't go near it. Local shepherds

know why. At night, you can still hear the winner circling above,

protecting what it killed for. Territory marked in bones and ash.