Angus McFife - The Fallen Soul

Crail

We hovered over the city for a while and I was able to see it properly. It looked like a fairly normal city, which it might have been if it hadn't gone against Dundee.
I leaned against the railing, which was at waist height at each window of the ship.
"How many inhabitants does it have?" I asked.
"One and a half thousand," he said.
I bit my lip. It wasn't just a war with Zarghotrax. We went against all these people... People? It wasn't just people who lived here. Goblins, dwarves, elves, mages... There were so many creatures.
I smirked. It was his fault. He should not have wanted to conquer Dundee.
I felt the ship begin to descend towards the giant black complex of buildings.
"Can you ride on un-dead unicorns?" Asked Zarghotrax suddenly.
I turned to him and nodded quietly. I couldn't count the number of times I fell from an un-dead unicorn.
But I managed to tame one. But then my father had it spent, saying it was a symbol of evil. I didn't talk to him for a few weeks. She was a mare. Her name was Bone.
Zarghothrax smiled. That was the first time he gave me a smile that wasn't insidious. This one was... Kind of friendly.
We landed and I threw the hood on my head and pulled it down to my forehead.
"Stay with me," said the wizard, and began to come out of the ship.
I followed him. An older, hunched goblin began to crawl towards us. He bowed to Zarghotrax.
"My lord... I'm glad you're back. The dirty guys from Dundee didn't get to us," he said.
But then his gaze struck me and he jumped.
"That smell," he said. "The enemy..." As soon as he said it, one of the other goblins tried to get to me with a sword from the side. I drew my sword in a flash and disarmed it, but my hood slipped down. My presence outraged everyone present except those who were with me on the ship.
"Enough!" Zarghothrax thundered, approached me and forced me to lower my weapon.
"Angus McFife XIII is not the enemy. He is an ally, with the same interest as ours. As of today, he will lead the first assault unit. If any of you poor rats will try to resist him, I'll make sure you will be damn sorry for it," he said.
The goblin was about to object anyway.
"He is yours," said the wizard.
I smiled. One lightning flick of a sword and the black blood of that underground dirt splashed around. I caught it the most, but I didn't care.
The headless body slid to the ground, and my icy gaze pierced another of them, standing a little further away. The goblin backed away.
"And this is going to happen to anyone who tries to object to McFife," said Zargothrax.
"Come," he told me, continuing to walk.
Without wiping the blood from the blade, I slid the sword into the scabbard. Whoever my gaze slipped at, he took a step back with terror in his eyes.
"We have a lot to discuss," said Zargothrax
"Sure, sir," I said quietly.
But I wasn't sure if it was me or the damn knife. Anyway, everything went according to plan. So far.
However, something told me that it would not be that easy...