Angus McFife - The Fallen Soul

King and queen

From Angus' point of view

My mare rushed to Crail, where Zargothrax was now. A short distance from the castle, I met a couple of Death Knights and Proletius, who had two handcuffed persons, with bags on their heads, hanging over un-dead unicorns, in front of the saddle. The knights got involved for me and off we went.
Proletius twitched his corners when he saw my smile.
"That was pretty insidious," he said.
"But it was quick and effective. Moreover, they don't know that not everyone inside died," I said, pointing to two people tied up.
"Do you know that this is the end of you for the kingdom?" asked Proletius.
I nodded. "You can't end up with a kingdom that doesn't exist."
He smiled. "Do you mean yours or the one here?"
I turned to him and gave him a bright smile. "Both of them."
"You know we're going to have those two on our asses soon, right?" said Proletius.
"Ralathor and Hootsman?" I asked, urging Galaxy to run faster.
Proletius nodded.
"Do they know where Zargothrax is?" I asked further.
"I think so," he said.
"Then we should give an echo to others as soon as possible," I said.
He put his hand in front of him and created a magical portal. All the unicorns drove into it. We showed up at a large complex in Crail and drove in.
You know where to go... I said to Galaxy, patted her neck and slid of her.
She screamed and ran away.
Some soldiers paused, and some even bowed gently in front of me.
I burst into the building, two figures, with bags on their heads, dragging with me and going directly to Zargothrax. I opened the door to the room where he was. The wizard sat on something like a throne and looked at me.
"So?" he asked.
"Dundee is on fire," I said.
Deep down, however, I had no idea whether it was good or bad. I was beginning to have doubts.
"And they?" he asked.
With the snap of my fingers, the bags disappeared from their heads, and I threw them both at the feet of the dark wizard.
"King and queen of Dundee," I said.
The Dark Wizard smiled. "It's strange to see the one you've adopted as your own, kill dozens of people and destroy the castle, huh?"
The queen rolled her eyes and turned around.
I looked at her with an emotionless look. She wasn't my mother. My mother died when Hootsman blew up the Earth.
"Angus?" she said quietly.
I spat out. Zargothrax laughed when he saw it.
"Oh, come on. Show to the king and queen a little respect," Zargothrax said ironically.
I looked at them with a cruel look. My magic made them writhe in pain.
"Please..." the queen whispered. "Please... Ralathor said... That you're not... Like that... He wants... To save you..."
I bit my lip and let them go.
Ralathor? Why? Why did he keep trying? He knew that I had gone to the dark side, that I held a grudge against the kingdom, and I was certainly not going to change anything about it. Why did he want to pull me out of the power of the curse?
I let them fly a few inches into the air and then smashed their heads against the ground so they both lost consciousness.
"Do what you want with them. I need to clear my head," I said, turning around and heading away, without waiting for Zargothrax's response.
Ralathor still believed. I didn't like it. He saw me destroy Dundee. Did it change his mind, or did something worse need to be done?
Outside I saw Proletius.
"Take all the Death Knights with you," I said.
"Is something going on?" he asked in surprise.
"We're going to Unst," I said.
Proletius laughed. "All right, then. Add oil to the fire. Meet us in twenty minutes in front of the fortress."
I nodded and headed to the Galaxy. I was going to create chaos far greater than Zargothrax had ever caused. And let Ralathor and Hootsman watch everything burn right in front of their eyes...