Angus McFife - The Fallen Soul

He is coming

I pulled out a knife, but he immediately knocked it out of my hand. I took a chance and punched him in the nose. He took a few steps back.
Freeze or throw back into the lava. These were two ways to kill him. But now that he was a dragon rider, it wasn't so easy, because we had to kill a dragon with him.
He tried to hit me with a hammer. I caught it and we started to fight. He hissed.
"Wake up!" I shouted. "We are not your enemies! Zargothrax is the enemy! He was the one who stabbed you!"
"You don't understand," he said. "None of this would have happened if the kingdom hadn't given me the task!"
"That task was passed down from generation to generation," I said.
"Eleven generations before me, nothing happened. Why in mine?" he growled.
I understood him. If the Chaos wizards hadn't risen, destroyed the Knights of Crail, and freed Zargothrax, nothing that had happened might have happened. The Knights of Crail failed.
"So that's why you wanted to destroy Triton?" I asked quietly. "Because of their failure?"
I looked at the burn scars on his face. He had to use a lot of magic to achieve at least this result. Otherwise he would look horrible.
If the Knights of Crail hadn't fallen, the Earth wouldn't have been destroyed and we wouldn't have gone to Terrorvortex.
"Angus, these are innocent. They weren't there then," I said. "You're taking revenge in the wrong place.
Hootsman and I are the ones you should go after. The two of us were in it right from the start. I mean, Hoots only recently, but I've been in it since Zargothrax kidnapped Iona."
"No," Hootsman shook his head. "Not since recently. In Unst, we've known about Zargothrax since I was born in 944AD. I could have removed him before he became as powerful as he is today. I failed a long time ago."
Angus bit his lip. I saw his will waver. I hoped I could finally get under his skin.
"It's too late," he said quietly.
"What do you mean?" I asked quietly.
"It's too late. We were sent to Triton as the vanguard," he said. "Ralathor, run."
He looked at Hootsman. "Your magic won't affect me or Darkside. Not in his presence."
"Angus, what are you talking about?" said Hootsman.
"As I said, I didn't follow orders. My task was to destroy Dundee. I attacked, but I did not destroy.
Destroying Triton was my last chance not to lose his trust, but... He is coming. He wants to see it with his own eyes," he said with horror in his eyes.
"No..." said Hootsman quietly.
At that moment, Angus's magic, protecting the room we were in, failed and someone stepped in who, in combination with the Astral Hammer holder, could raze the base to the ground in a matter of minutes.
Angus' gaze darkened, and I knew it was because of the magic that controlled him. However, the biggest part of this was the fault of the newcomer.
"That's enough, Angus. You did a good job," said a voice I'd rather not hear.
Angus hurriedly bounced back right next to the mysterious person with a hood on his head.
Angus and him in the same place? This was our end.
"So you decided to show in person…" said Hootsman. "Zargothrax…"