Harry Potter didn't get to see the lands where they were just transported to before stepping out of the Hootsforce as military submarines don't usually have portholes to view from. He stepped out to see a land of magic and fantasy. The Hootsforce was still in flight, but since they were in the atmosphere, Ralathor had allowed Harry, Ron, and Hermione to wander on the top of the Hootsforce.

Hermione was leaning on the railing. She said, "I've heard legends of the Kingdom of Fife, I never thought I'd ever see it in person. Everyone here looks happy."

Ron, who was standing next to her, said, "Yeah, I mean, I haven't heard legends of Fife, but everyone here does seem pretty happy."

Hermione said, "I think everyone here has lived for generations without a tragedy. It's crazy, there even seem to be wizards out in public."

Ron asked, "Say, did Ralathor ever tell you where we were going?"

Hermione shook her head and said, "No, he just said we were going to pick someone up first before Angus."

She stood up straight to match Ron. At that moment Ralathor walked out of the submarine onto the deck. "We are headed to Crail."

Hermione looked a bit shocked, "Crail? Isn't that where Zargothrax is!"

Ralathor nodded, "Indeed, when Angus I, the Hootsman, and I defeated him we sent him to be kept in the Fortress of Crail, of course, it wasn't just us three, the fourth member of our heroic troupe is who we are headed for. You may have heard him back in Dundee, though he was corrupted by Zargothrax's Knife of Evil."

Hermione and Ron seemed confused at this, Ron asked, "Crail? Like those Death Knights we fought?"

Ralathor once more nodded, "At one point in the past, people sang Hail to Crail! They were the mightiest warriors in the land. Once, in the siege of Dunkeld, defeat of the town was nigh, but then came the knights, the warriors of Crail! And all of their foes did die. They were led by the indomitable paladin, Ser Proletius. He helped us defeat Zargothrax in the past."

Hermione asked, "What kinds of powers does Proletius.."

"Ser Proletius." Ralathor interrupted.

"Right, what powers does Ser Proletius have?" Hermione finished.

Ralathor looked into the distance before pointing his hand out. "That." he said pointing to an approaching giant eagle with a knight riding on its back. The eagles soared high above the Hootsforce before spinning upside down as the knight dropped onto the deck. He was clad in gleaming silvery armor.

The knight looks led at Ralathor, "Hail, Subcommander. I heard that you were too busy today at the wizard academy? What brings you to Crail?"

Ralathor walked over and shook the hand of the Knight, "I'm here to seek Ser Proletius for a great quest, as well as Angus II. It is of utmost importance."

The knight nodded before whistling and jumping off the Subaru e and back into his eagle. He said, "I'll send word ahead, Ser Proletius will meet you at the docks."

The eagle flew away with the Hootsforce flying behind. They swooped over the ocean and into the port. The grand fortress that was buried beneath the ground now towered above the city. The grand citadel of Crail was a beacon of hope shining down on the people.

The heroes didn't need to depart the submarine, instead they stood atop its deck, where a man with gleaming armor and a red and blue tabard, wearing a hood and a goatee stood welcoming. Ralathor and the Hootsman walked over and shook his hand.

Proletius said, "Hail, Ralathor! 'Tis a joyous sight to behold thee once more. Greetings also to thee, Hootsman, though my thoughts envisioned thee sailing the distant seas. Ralathor, thou didst convey that thy noble duty to educate young minds held thee back from joining me in the pursuit of goblin adversaries."

Ralathor said, "Ah, yes I did forget to spend enough time with you, my friend. But I'm kind of but not really the Ralathor you know. I'm from one thousand years into the future. As is this Hootsman. And these three other wizards."

Proletius nodded and looked a bit concerned, "Ah, I hath neglected to recall that thou art an ancient wizard, dear Ralathor. Pray, thou art not in the company of a scion of McFife, nor of mine own lineage, unless these three noble souls be such?"

Ralathor looked nervous, he said, "No, Ser Proletius, you are still alive in the future, but there isn't a scion of McFife to my knowledge. Zargothrax has returned with a clone and is invading the future."

Proletius looked more concerned, "Should I yet draw breath, why doth mine own presence not grace this noble company of valiant warriors?"

Ralathor looked Proletius in the eyes and said, "Unfortunately you were bested by Zargothrax, he struck you with his Knife of Evil. You and the Knights of Crail now serve him."

Proletius nodded sadly, "Cursed be that wizard! I shall strive to withstand his machinations in the days to come. Pray, doth our path lead us to Ser McFife?"

Ralathor said, "Well, you seemed to accept that fate better than I accepted, but yes, we do need to find Angus…"

An explosion sounds, rocking the very fortress of Crail. A giant winged demon with the head of a bull carrying a flaming whip and a sword made of lightning. A hooded woman is floating above a gathered army of small green creatures with large black eyes.

Her voice booms over the city, "Witness, Knights of Crail! I, Calamity, descend upon thee with a malevolence surpassing even the failures of Zargothrax! Thy lives are but tokens of forfeiture, for I, in my wicked glory, shall unleash the full weight of my namesake upon your pitiable existence!"

Proletius grabbed his sword and yelled to the sky, the booming of his voice rivaling that of the sorcerer, "Knights of Crail! To Battle!" He turned to the trio, "Ye three, wizards of arcane prowess, heed the call! Join us on the battlefield, and unveil the might of thy magical powers to enlighten us knights with the wonders that sorcery can bestow!"

The Hootsman, Ralathor, and Proletius lept into combat alongside the Knights of Crail. The trio were slower than that, as they ran Harry spoke, "Blimey, no matter where we go, it seems like we can't escape a bit of a skirmish, can we?"

Ron said, "Can you believe it? Thought we'd had our fill of excitement back at Hogwarts, but turns out, being an Auror is a real thrill."

Hermione said, "If we're to rescue the Muggles and thwart Zargothrax, it's imperative that we enlist the assistance of these individuals. It appears their expertise in combat surpasses our own."

They arrived at the edge of a full melee. The green creatures were being cut down in swathes by the Knights, and the Hootsman and Proletius had engaged the giant one.

Ron asked, "Hermione, do you know what any of these are?"

Hermione nodded, "The green entities are Quasits, and the larger one is a Balor. They fall under the category of demons."

At that moment, a group of quasits left the fray to attack the Trio. They lurched with their claws, Harry and Ron dodged the first few, but one slashed Hermione across her face, its wicked claws left four bloody cuts across her cheek. Hermione levitated it before slamming it into the ground, which snapped its neck.

Ron said, "Hermione! Are you alright!"

Hermione nodded, "Yes, some dittany should heal it. Ron! Duck!"

Another quasit lept at Ron's head, but he ducked just in time as Hermione struck it with a powerful severing curse. Hermione and Ron use their spells to cut down as many quasits as they could as they moved towards the wizard, but Harry, a well known master of spells for fighting dark creatures, was fighting with the efficiency of three people combined. The elegance of how he casted his spells was breathtaking, especially for those who were on the receiving end of a lethal blow.

Harry looked at his friends and said, "We should bring down the wizard! Descendo!"

Ron and Hermione followed as the three spells combined in flight striking the sorcerer Calamity in her back. She descended at a speed much faster than falling, the impact left a visible dent in the ground, but she someone used a spell to protect herself.

Calamity looked towards the trio and yelled, "Bah! Ye foolish magebloods and your feeble incantations, brace yourselves to savor the essence of true magic!"

She retaliated with blasts of her own magic, the trio all put up spells of protection.

Harry looked at her and asked, "Mageblood? The bloody hell are you talking about!" He ducked under another spell and sent out two more explosive blasts of fire.

Calamity dodged, "Ye wretched magebloods! Born with enchantments coursing through thy veins, while some of us were compelled to labor in the pursuit of mastery! Thy conjurations are but a paltry deviation; true magic, the arcane art, demands skill and erudition to wield!" Sixteen darts of pure magical force erupted from her hands, shouts of "Protego!" could be heard as the trio blocked her spells.

Ralathor had already left the wizard to join the Hootsman and Proletius in battling the Balor leaving the trio to battle Calamity. The fight was even until Hermione subtly slipped a spell of Levioso, levitation, onto Calamity, taken by surprise, Ron summoned her closer, Hermione slammed her to the ground, breaking her arms, then repulsed her towards Harry, who had his most powerful severing charm at the ready, removing her wicked head from her body.

The trio sliced and diced the quasits between them and the Balor, who was still standing. Wands held high, they unleashed a barrage of damaging spells at the Balor, who recoiled. The Hootsman and Porletus took this as an opportunity, Ralathor grabbed them both with magic and flung them into the sky. The duo brought their weapons of pure cosmic justice down on the beast, the demon was now sliced in half. It exploded in a blast of pure demonic hatred sending the heroes recoiling. The Knight of Crail were just about finished slaying quasits as well, there were no casualties from the Knights, meanwhile the entire enemy force was decimated.

The Knights began chanting Hail to Crail! Mightiest warriors in the land! Hail to Crail! Ready to fight with a sword in hand!"

The Heroes headed back to the Hootsforce, with Ser Proletius and his Knights of Crail ready to join them in epic battle against the dark forces of Zargothrax's evil army. The Hootsforce once more took to the skies, headed for the grandest city in the land, Dundee.