What does one think of when they hear the name Macbeth?
They think of the Shakespeare play with the terrible, murderous male Mac Bethad mac Findláich.
However, they don't seem to realize this is far from the truth. He wasn't terrible, or even murderous.
Macbeth was actually a great guy who became king of Scotland.
Blair was looking after the boy MacBeth.
Currently, the two were playing with Macbeth's toys. A sigh escaped the blond Scotsman.
"So Blair," Macbeth started.
Jade green eyes looked at the boy.
"Yeah?"
"Why did ye decide tae take care o' me while me parents are busy?" Macbeth asked.
Another sigh.
"Because me big brother Allistor decided A needed friends outside me family," Blair told.
That made Macbeth smile.
"I'd like to meet him someday."
Blair looked at the boy.
"Your brother that is."
Ten years had gone by and Mac Bethad mac Findláich is now a teenager.
Blair, however, still looked the same age as when he was looking after Macbeth as a child.
For some unknown reason, the two hadn't seen each other in years.
Currently, Blair was sword fighting his brother, Allistor.
"Ha'e ye heard from yer friend Macbeth?" Allistor asked.
"Nae," Blair said.
"We ha'e no seen each other in at least ten years."
Allistor didn't bother making a move with his sword when his and Blair's clashed.
"Maybe it's time we paid him a visit."
Next thing Blair knew, the two were standing at Macbeth's doorstep, sword in its hilt at his hip.
Raising a hand, Allistor knocked on the door.
Moments later, it opened to reveal the one person the two Scotsmen were seeking.
"Who are ye?" He asked.
"Allistor MacRanald-Agnew," the auburn-haired male said.
"Heard from me wee brother Blair that te two o' ye had nae seen each other in ten years."
"Blair? That's a name A remember..."
Macbeth looked past Allistor to see the familiar face, blond hair that seemed to outshine everyone else's, and jade green eyes.
"Well, seems ye ha'e no aged a day."
Blair blinked and looked at Macbeth to see he was being looked at.
"Aye, because A ha'e no done so since A reached this age," he told.
A smile crossed Macbeth's face and he invited the two inside.
The friendship between Blair and Macbeth was rekindled, as well as the new friendship between Macbeth and Allistor.
All three did everything that Macbeth was told he had to do and soon enough, everything that was needed to be done was done.
Sure enough, they were on their way back to Macbeth's home city.
When the three got there, they were met with Macbeth's mother, Doada.
"Oh, it's terrible," she said.
"Whit is it mum?" Macbeth asked.
"Yer cousins killed yer father," Doada told.
Three sets of eyes widened.
"Te bastards!" Macbeth exclaimed, punching a wall.
A disgruntled sound escaped the blond Scotsman.
Macbeth's cousin, Gillecomgain, was found to be the one who had murdered Macbeth's father.
The year is 1032.
In came the male, sword in hand.
"So, it was ye who did it?" Macbeth asked the male held in Blair and Allistor's grip.
Gillecomgain didn't say anything on the matter. "Ye killed my father?" Macbeth asked with a rising voice.
Still, Gillecomgain didn't say anything.
"Willnae speak? Donnae matter."
And with one swift motion, Macbeth cut off Gillecomgain's head.
After that happened, Blair and Allistor let go of the arms and let the lifeless body fall to the ground.
"He got whit he deserved," Macbeth said, wiping a bit of blood from the side of his face with a sleeve.
The new mormaer of Moray was to soon be elected.
Whoever it was would marry Gillecomgain's wife, Grouch, and adopt his child, Lulach.
Both Allistor and Blair hoped it would be Macbeth.
The person who announced the new mormaer spoke in Scottish Gaelic, as does most of Scotland.
He did pause a bit before saying the name.
"Mac Bethad mac Findláich!"
Jade green and emerald green eyes look at each other and a smile is seen on Allistor's face.
"Seems we got who we wanted," Allistor said. Blair nodded at that.
Two years later.
1034.
King Malcom II died of natural causes.
Of course, everyone in the royal family went to the funeral, even Blair, Allistor, and Blair's 2P, Duncan, who had come from the 2P dimension to stay a while.
"Next in line fer King is Duncan MacCrinan," Allistor said.
A nod from Blair and Duncan Burns.
The following month, the person Allistor said was next in line was elected King of Scotland.
"Seems ye were right," Duncan said and clapped Allistor on the back.
"Was thinking of getting rid o' te King," Macbeth said.
Three sets of eyes widen at what was said.
"Are ye sure about that?" Allistor asked.
Macbeth nodded.
"A am. Donnae think he's fit tae be king o' Scotland."
It had been six years since Duncan MacCrinan was elected King of Scotland.
Orange eyes of Duncan Burns looked over the three.
"A heard that he was goin' tae open two fronts," said the 2P.
Once that was said, three sets of eyes look at him.
"We could use that," Macbeth told.
"How?" Blair asked.
Duncan and Blair had taken one side while Allistor and Macbeth had taken another.
All four were on the same front though.
"Ye ready fer this?" Duncan asked and looked at the others.
"Aye," Allistor said and the other two nodded.
The brown haired and orange eyed male looked forward.
"Then let's dae this."
It was then that the four Scotsmen charged on Moddan's front, who had tried to invade Orkney but was met with Thorfinn and his army.
A smile crossed Macbeth's face when he saw Moddan later on in the battle.
"Why hello there."
Next thing Moddan knew, he was on the ground lifeless, slain by the smiling male known as Macbeth.
Moddan had been the nephew of Scotland's king.
August 14 of the same year.
Duncan, Blair, Allistor, and Macbeth had been caught up in fighting Duncan MacCrinan's army.
The two personifications and the 2P stayed close to Macbeth and prevented anyone hurting him by surprise.
"How long until they give up?" Duncan Burns asked Blair quietly.
"Who knows," Blair said quietly.
By the time it all died down, Macbeth had killed his cousin Duncan.
Macbeth looked at the auburn, brown, and blond haired males to see surprise on two of their faces.
"Ye donnae show emotion much, dae ye Blair?" He asked.
"Nae, but it doesnae mean Am nae surprised," Blair said.
Later that month, the quartet made their way to Scotland's capital, Scone, the human age 35.
It would be there that Macbeth would be named king.
"Are ye sure yer ready fer this?" Allistor asked.
"It's a bit much."
"Would ye rather be king?" Macbeth asked and looked at the auburn-haired male.
"Would be counterintuitive, te personification rulin' o'er te nation he personifies," Allistor said.
All of a sudden, Macbeth stopped in his tracks.
The other three stopped as well.
"Yer Scotland te brave?" Macbeth asked.
Allistor nodded reluctantly.
"Aye."
"An' if Blair's yer younger brother..." Macbeth trailed off, looking at the blond.
"Edinburgh," Blair said straightforwardly.
Macbeth then looked at Duncan.
"2P!Edinburgh," the brown-haired male said.
Macbeth raised an eyebrow at that.
"Te opposite o' Blair," Duncan clarified.
"Anyway, we ha'e tae get going. Donnae wish tae be late."
And with that, the quartet continued on their way to Scone.
When it came time to put the crown on Macbeth, he was allowed to choose who would be the lucky one to do so.
Crown in hand, Macbeth looked over the choices. None of them were who he wanted.
Looking to the crowd, he easily picked out who it would be.
Walking away from the line of possible candidates, Macbeth went to one of the males at the front of the crowd who has jade green eyes, blond hair that seemed to outshine everyone else, and a blank expression.
Once there, he stopped in front of his childhood friend.
"Ye've been there fer me since A was a wee laddie," Macbeth said and held out the crown.
"A want ye tae be te one."
For the first time in forever, Blair Burns showed emotion with how his eyes widened and there was a barely audible gasp.
Blair looked at Macbeth to see him nod once.
Nodding once, Blair took the crown and followed Macbeth to the front of the room.
When there, Blair stood in front of his friend, who got to one knee.
A soft sigh escaped Blair as he held up the crown.
Macbeth lowered his head.
"A hearby name ye, Mac Bethad mac Findláich, King of Scotland," Blair said before lowering the crown onto Macbeth's head.
After Blair removed his hands from the crown, everyone else there started cheering for the new king of Scotland.
Macbeth stood up and smiled at Blair before turning to face the cheering crowd.
"A will dae whit A can fer our beloved country," Macbeth said loud enough for everyone to hear.
"Alba gu bràth!"
Everyone else in the room called out the last line after Macbeth did.
Out of all of them, Blair's was the loudest.
