Angus McFife - The Fallen Soul

The Family

A piece of the fortress I slowed down and threw a hood on my head. Now I was a traitor to both sides. I couldn't take the risk. Bone tensed up under me. She seemed to feel my emotions.
"Let's go..." said Ralathor quietly.
We arrived at the guards.
"Commander of the royal space submarines Ralathor and..." He looked at me.
Then he turned back to the guards. "A valuable ally of Crail."
The guards parted and the trapdoor began to come down.
"If anything, just let me know," said one of them toward Ralathor, glancing at me suspiciously.
I bit my lip. I hoped he couldn't see my face.
We drove in and Bone snorted. She didn't like something. I carefully looked around. What did she not like? Did they expect my return?
One of the maids who used to be in the castle came to us. Ralathor jumped off his unicorn. I did the same. He took the bridle from my hand and handed it to the young boy.
I leaned over to Ralathor. "What is he doing here?"
"After your attack on Dundee, everyone from the castle withdrew here. Only the guards who guard the castle and kill the goblins who roam there remained," Ralathor said.
I froze. What? Does it meant that in this place was also... My family from this reality?
"Come on," said Ralathor, leading me to the door of the building.
I frowned. I didn't want the meeting. Not with them...
All servants, whether men or women, were dressed in leather armor. And each of them had at least a dagger and a bag for magical items. My conscience began to bite me. This must have been my fault.
We walked into a room that was marked as a conference room. As soon as I saw my family on the other end of it, discussing anything over the maps, I bowed my head. But their heads rose as soon as they heard us enter the room. Instinctively, I pulled the dagger out of my forearm protector.
We came to them. Ralathor bowed and knelt down. I did the same, although I almost never had to. I kept reminding myself that now I was no longer the king of the land of Fife.
"My lord, " said Ralathor.
"Arise, Ralathor. And... Who is this?" asked the king.
We both stood up.
"I don't really know myself, he just said he infiltrated Crail and found out it's weaknesses," Ralathor said.
I looked at him. That was risky. What if the king will want me to take off the hood?
"He's very shy and speaks very quietly... Moreover, he doesn't even speak our language properly. He speaks more the language of his ancestors," he said.
Wow. I wouldn't have thought of that. It seemed that this could be a good move.
"Any news about the young king?" asked the king.
My dark gaze darkened even more. What would he do if he found out I was standing right in front of him?
"I hope nothing happened to him," said the queen.
I bit my lip. Ralathor noticed.
"He's fine. We have eyes on him. Thus... He's not quite right, there's still the problem with his corrupt mind and soul, but... He's alive and maybe he's closer than you think," Ralathor said.
"What did the boy say to you?" asked the king.
"The boy told me that Zargothrax is wary of us and it would not be easy to get to him. But at the same time, he told me one very important thing," Ralathor said.
Sure, he was making things up. I didn't say much to him.
"What is it about?" asked the Queen.
"Zargothrax..." said Ralathor. "He has a weakness..."