Angus McFife - The Fallen Soul

Traitor to the Kingdom of Fife

From the point of view of Ralathor "It's not possible!!" I shouted. "Angus would never-"
"What would I never do?" he said behind us.
Hootsman and I both looked at each other.
"Damn it..." said Hootsman quietly.
"I admire your courage. Freeze Darkside, crash into my mind. You forget that I am not alone. Not for a while," Angus said.
We turned around. He walked straight to us, sword in hand. His eyes... He was insane. It wasn't the sight I remembered at all.
"So you decided," Hootsman said.
"Did he decide..?" I asked quietly.
"Dear Ralathor, you really don't know anything, do you?" asked Angus, smiling strangely.
"In his invasion of Dundee... I knew what he was saying wasn't true. It was all a game. Those killed soldiers of Crail, it was an ambush. He enchanted their arms so that there would be signs on the knights. They all belonged to Dundee. I tried to communicate with him. For some time he played on two sides. He helped us and harmed Crail and Zargothrax, helped them and harmed the Kingdom of Fife. It was probably due to the powerful spells I cast on him. But the Knife of Evil destroyed his soul more and more. It dragged him into darkness despite the protection I had created. I guess," he said, looking at Angus, "that it has long since been broken, and your soul belongs to Zargothrax, as well as Proletius's."
He didn’t say anything. He only watched Hootsman. As if he was planning an attack.
"But the fear I felt..." I started.
"That was just a cover-up. If you enter the mind of the dragon rider, he can show you what he wants. He wanted to confuse us into thinking he was still in the balance between loyalty to Fife and Crail. He isn't. He betrayed the land of Fife," Hootsman said.
Angus still didn't say anything.
"Is that right?" asked Hootsman.
A terrifying smile suddenly appeared on Angus's face.
"If I were you, I'd be more interested in what's going on with the body you have on Triton," he said.
Something was wrong. I was sure of that. Hootsman screamed in pain and grabbed his arm.
At that point, things started moving faster than I expected. Angus flicked his sword against his head, and Hootsman narrowly dodged it. At the same time, I felt something hit my real body hard in the face and break my nose. I managed to partially regain consciousness in reality and thanks to this I narrowly avoided the Hammer of Glory, which flew directly on my head.
My mind didn't know what to focus on. In reality, I grabbed the unconscious barbarian and pushed him back. It seemed that Angus still had some tricks up his sleeve.
My inner self tried to punch him because I thought he was distracted by the struggle in the physical world. He caught my hand in the air and his fist just a few inches past my face as I dodged it.
"Traitor!!" I shouted both inside and outside.
He smiled. "So you've also made up your mind, Ralathor? What will it be? Will you let me live and drag me to Dundee, or will you kill me right here? You know very well that it cannot be done. That I can only be killed in one way..."
He was wrong. Not one. Two. He could have been killed in two ways. And I already knew that there was no point in interceding for him. Angus McFife XIII was the enemy. And it was necessary to remove him from the game...