Angus McFife - The Fallen Soul

An old friend of the land of Fife

"Why are you asking?" I asked.
No. I didn't answer that question to any of his predecessors, and I wasn't going to change that, though...
He was the first one to ask me about this. He was the only one from the McFife lineage to get under my skin. Maybe it was because for him I wasn't just an ally with benefits. To him, I was a friend. He even called me a family, and it was true that I spent far more time with him than with anyone else in his family. For some reason, I felt comfortable in his company.
"Well, I could use a spell to get it out of you, but... I would never use magic on a friend. It seems like a courtesy to ask. And now let's not look at the royal protocol. I've always hated that thing," he said, rolling his eyes.
I chuckled. Angus was able to fit perfectly with peasants if he wasn't wearing armour, and he often liked to hang around Dundee and help people. Few people knew that the prince of Dundee was helping them because, unlike his predecessors, he did not pay much attention to his noble origins.
Yes, in battle he always motivated others to fight for the king. For Dundee. For the kingdom of Fife. But if we weren't in battle, he was just an ordinary guy, like everyone else. He was modest and that's what I liked about him.
"I was born long before Angus I. I lived mostly underground under the city of Dundee. I guarded the eighteenth gate of hell because your predecessors suspected betrayal. I'm the same age as Dundax," I said.
He stared at me with his mouth open.
"Dundax, like... That Dundax?! The founder of Dundee, born in 217 BD, the first king of Fife?" he blurted out.
I nodded. "He was the one who gave me the task. Because, like you, he called me his friend and trusted me very much."
"Is such a thing even possible?" he muttered.
"Says a boy in whose lineage is a very common age of one hundred and thirty," I said.
"One hundred and thirty, no more than two thousand," he said.
I smiled. I fully understood it. It was crazy.
"But with the arrival of Zargothrax, things started moving and I had to fight. I was still living in the underground, looking for corridors to get to the wizard's mansion, so we could stop him, and at the same time, I had to secure the gate of the hell, so that he would not get to it. Well, we know how it turned out," I said, looking over the bridge toward the windows where I could see the universe outside. "I've never forgiven myself. It was my fault."
Angus shook his head. "No, it wasn't your fault. We knew about it from prophecy. We should have prepared better. Everybody."
I looked at him. Did he read the prophecy? So he knew that Dundee was going to fall. Was that why he was so calm? No... There must have been something more to it.
Angus leaned his hands on the ground and looked at me. "And the hammer?" "I had nothing to do with it," I smiled. "I knew it existed, I knew it was powerful, but I had no idea where it was. Angus I found it himself. Your family is good."
He smiled. "Hey, Ralathor..."
"Yes?" I asked with interest.
"Do you consider me a friend?" he asked.
"Why are you asking something like that? Of course, I do." I frowned.
"Okay. In that case, I need you to promise me something as a friend," he said.
Such a sharp change of topic? What was it about? His blue eyes now looked hard, like steel itself. What was going through his mind?
"In the prophecy was that we would get to another dimension. Well, here we are. There was also something about the next battle and that something was going to happen, because of what I will go to the dark side. I need you to promise me that if that happens..." he said, looking at me with those strange eyes. "You will take the Hammer of Glory and end my life before I can destroy the Dundee of this dimension..."