Angus McFife - The Fallen Soul

Into the castle

I coughed and tried to get up as quickly as possible.
There was a roar from somewhere. An un-dead unicorn ran out of the ship, Angus climbed onto his back on the run and blasted it straight for the castle.
One of the guards helped me get on my feet. It was Darius. My long-time friend and commander, if I wasn't here. That is, until recently. He gave up the post because he said that young people should gain some experience too.
"The hammer..." I said. "Angus can't get to that weapon!"
I saw the first expression of recognition that it was indeed our fallen king, Angus McFife XIII, fly over his face, and then the horror of what might happen if he got the hammer of Glory in his hand.
"Go! We'll take care of it here," he said quietly in a firm voice.
I nodded in thanks and ran away, even though I saw a horde of goblins and demons rushing into the castle through the ruined steel door.
I was horrified when I walked into the hallway and there was... Silence. There was an ominous silence everywhere. The lights were flashing here too. They had to hit the power source.
At that moment, I tripped over something. I looked down. It was one of the guards. Dead. His throat was perfectly cut by the precise blow of the sword. A little further away lay another.
Sword. Not a laser gun. It had to be him. He did not like laser weapons very much, so he adhered to the traditional way of fighting.
At that moment, an undead unicorn jetted past me. Without his rider. This meant that Angus was still here.
"What happened to you..?" I whispered and ran down the hall.
I had to get to my chamber. As soon as possible. I ran up to the place and found with horror that the door was knocked out, the carpet was rolled up, and the secret door was open.
I looked around the room. He didn't touch anything else. He knew where to look for the hammer.
I bit my lip. I didn't expect him to come for it personally.
Footsteps could be heard from a distance. I crept along the wall and hid in a niche, barely noticing the fluttering cloak. There was no doubt. It was him. Suddenly, however, he stopped.
"Get out!" He growled. "I know you're there."
I swallowed. I thought it was me, but someone came out of the hidden corridor. I opened my mouth when I saw the person. It was Hootsman.
"The King of Dundee has passed into the service of Crail, huh?" he said.
The man in the cloak spat out. What rude behaviour from the king!! He never did that. Not even when he was extra angry.
"You're not into it at all." He hissed. "And I certainly wouldn't call it service."
A shiver ran down my spine. The voice was the same as I remembered. But something in it was different. There was something dark in it.
Did he work for Crail? Why?
I picked up my gun. I didn't want to do that, but if he was against the kingdom, I had to try to shoot him. However, his next sentence shocked me more than anything else and it took me a long time to process it.
"My dear Hootsman. All Zargothrax units are accountable to me. I don't work for Crail." He shook his head. "I lead Crail..."