Angus McFife - The Fallen Soul

The Revelation

Weakness? What? I didn't tell him anything, so he had to find out for himself. But what weakness could the dark wizard have?
"What weakness could Zargothrax have?" asked the Queen.
"Except Hootsman?" asked Ralathor. "Magic that he created..."
My hidden eye twitched. Did he mean-? Did Hootsman tell him about what he found out when he helped me? About my immunity to magic?
"None of us can use his magic," Ilona shook her head.
"None of you..." said Ralathor. "But someone who chased him through space and fought him for years can do it."
"You mean you can?" asked Ape.
Ralathor looked at me. "Nothing will happen to you, I promise. If they try to do something, I'll help you get out of here."
The king narrowed his eyes. I clenched my hand into a fist. That didn't sound very convincing. I took a deep breath and removed the hood from my head.
Mother took a step back. Tears welled up in Ilona's eyes. Ape opened his mouth and seemed petrified.
And father... He drew his sword and touched my neck with the tip of the blade.
I looked at the sword and then at him.
"Go ahead," I said. "It won't be me who will regret killing his son." "You're not my son." He hissed. "You're a traitor."
"Oh, really?" I frowned. "I admit that what happened in the courtyard was a bit over the line, but I needed to get closer to the enemy. And those who came with me stayed in the courtyard. Except for one who keeps an eye on me because he has doubts about my loyalty. Rightfully... He noticed that I had killed their people. But he didn't blame me, because he thought it was because I still didn't have the mighty magic under control. But I knew exactly, what I was doing. So if I'm a traitor, please. Cut off my head. I like to die knowing that even though I'm probably going to hell I fought all the time for Dundee."
The pressure of the tip of the sword on the skin on my neck intensified. I felt it burst and blood started running down my throat. Ralathor reached for the gun. I gestured with my hand to calm him down. He spent years on the road with me. He knew who I was. He knew me best of all those in this room. It seemed that he was ready to fight against the king. I didn't want that. No. He had to remain loyal.
My father noticed. I stared at him. He pierced me with eyes of the same blue colour as mine. Except his eyes were not as cold as mine were.
The pressure on my neck eased as he pulled his sword back and hid it in his scabbard. I noticed how relieved everyone else was.
"What are we going to do?" asked Ralathor. "We'll get back into the fight," I told him, looking at him. "Ralathor… I guess... That we're going to need Hootsforce..."