"I cannot believe that he's doing this to us," Tristan groaned as he pulled on the magic bindings that held him.
"I'm not dealing with you idiots and your stupid bickering anymore. Time to end the sibling feud and talk it out," He snarled tossing them to the base of a large oak tree. "To make sure you don't run, I've taken the liberty and asked the druid to prepare some unbreakable rope…."
"I can't believe that the druids actually helped your crazy husband!" Robin yelled, struggling once more.
"He is not crazy damnit," Tristan snarled whipping his head to glare at his brother. "He's a bit...pushy and eccentric, yes I will admit that but-"
"You've just described crazy in your knightly terms and hoped I wouldn't notice," Robin snapped, leaning his head back onto the tree. "Why can't he understand that we will never get along?"
"Perhaps if you try and stop acting like a prat and an insufferable bastard all the time then-"
"Me acting like an insufferable bastard," Robin sneered maneuvering himself to look at his older brother. "Now that is rich! Really it is, considering the moment you were offered a squireship you took it and left in the middle of the night!"
"Mother-"
"Don't try to pin this on her," Robin ordered, glaring hatefully at his brother. "You have no idea the suffering she went through. You have no idea what type of pain she felt."
"What about you, becoming an outlaw and leaving her to be with the druids-"
"I DIDN'T HAVE A CHOICE," Robin roared silencing his brother. "THEY THREATENED TO HURT HER IF I DIDN'T PROTECT THEM AND THE FOREST!"
"Then you should have left," Tristan sighed.
"And come to you," Robin chuckled without humor. "You would have turned us away the moment we came walking up to the village."
"I would no-"
"Then what about when I came to you when I was 15 and asked to stay the night and you gave me money to stay at the tavern? You know how much that hurt me," Robin sniffed. "I was so excited to see you and for you to see how much I've grown and you send me away."
"Robin I never meant to hurt you-"
"No, you just didn't want to be seen with someone like me or god forbid anyone find out I'm your brother. Your ashamed of me, since the moment I was conceived."
"Your too young-"
"I am 22 years old for god's sakes and have fought in a war myself, I am not a CHILD," He yelled, straining against the ropes to strangle his brother.
"I said you are too young, not a child," Tristan yelled back.
"What the hell do you know," Robin spat. "Your 27, not older than me!"
"I am a knight," Tristan sounded miffed.
"Oh, not this again," Robin belittled. "Bringing up the damned Knight card again! Is that all you can say, the only one thing you can hold against me!"
"Robin-"
"How about you just shut up and we just make kissy faces at one another; call it a day and convince that crazy husband of yours that we've made up."
"Are you insane," Tristan snapped. "He's not someone you lie to, he can sniff those things out like a bloodhound. And you will seriously regret that you are even alive after he's done with you."
"Then what do we do," Robin groaned. "We're never going to get along and that's a sad fact."
"Robin I want to be a brother to you but your making things so difficult-"
"Me, me making things difficult. Says the man whose ashamed to have a half druid brother. The man who left in the middle of the night leaving no note or anything and who never came back. You never wanted to be my older brother," tears began to stream down his face as he looked at his shell shocked older brother. "And you have no idea how much that fact hurts me.."
"Robin-"
"Don't talk to me," he whimpered, sliding away from Tristan. "I fear that if you continue I might fade from grief and pain. I want to live…."
"Please, Robin. Look at me," Tristan whispered. "Your not going to fade-"
"You know nothing of Druids," Robin sniffed. "Francis is barely keeping me alive with her love. After Mother died I was sure I wasn't going to make it to 25 and I was right. And now I might fade again because the person who I love the most unconditionally doesn't...I'm not going to make it too the Hanging Gardens."
"Robin, you're not going to fade. I do love you...more than you could ever believe. The reason I sent you too that tavern was because I was in a bad position then," Tristan choked. "Some of the knights wanted to hurt the people closest to my heart and I had to prevent them from doing so….even if it meant sending you away. I wanted to be there for you, but until the situation was stabilized…"
"Why didn't you just tell me, be it letter or in person," Robin protested.
"I couldn't risk them intercepting it and finding it," he sighed. "I felt...so, so horrible having to so those things to you. I wanted to be there for you and I wanted to be the big brother I was supposed to be...but I couldn't."
"That why you sent a message to never come Camelot," Robin sniffed.
"Yes," Tristand admitted. "I felt horrible writing that damned thing, but it needed to be done. My king couldn't figure out who was threatening me...no matter who he interrogated."
"I never knew," Robin sniffed.
"Those are my biggest regrets in life…"
"Hahh, were one screwed up family," Robin chuckled. "My dad was a druid and mother a mortal woman and your's was a general with alien cells injected into him and he went insane and tried to destroy the world."
"Yeah," Tristan sighed. "Yeah, we are."
"But I guess it's not soo bad," Robin hummed. "If you stop hating my girlfriend I might stop hating your husbands."
"Don't talk down to them and I won't talk down to her,"
"Deal."
"I do love you, Masked Bandit," Tristan whispered.
"I would like it if you called me by the true name. That name is long since forgotten," he chuckled humorlessly.
"The greatest thief of them all," Tristan teased.
"Shut it," Robin blushed and they laughed laughs that were never done.
"Okay, while their sorting things out," Bedivere huffed while coming back into the clearing. "We need a plan to storm into the Hanging Gardens."
"First off," Jeanne spoke up, "We need to know if there is another master here. Semiramis cannot be here without one and assuming she's on the side of the Grail."
"So we have a Master Servant pair to defeat. And considering the caliber of Semiramis, we can assume that her master is one powerful mage," Paracelsus murmured everyone shifting uneasily. "Denzel has some top quality magic circuits, for being first generation, if I can train him then we will have more backup support."
"We'll need to start moving now," Boudicca informed them. "With her familiars no doubt she'll be able to gauge our strength."
"Okay, at noon we march."
"Master," Semiramis appeared in the hall which held the Greater Grail. "You called?"
"Yes," Shirou told her, his body and voice tense. "We need to leave."
"Master? What-Watch out," She yelled, summoning chains to grab him and fling him to the side. She dematerialized quickly as a beam of pure magic shot out right where they once stood.
"What is the meaning of this," She demanded, coming next to her master.
"You two are no longer needed…"
"We had a deal Einzbern! Or does the pride of you family mean nothing to you," Shirou growled.
"I care little for it. I want more…"The woman moaned.
"Who knew that the ever vailent and kind Justeaze Lizrich von Einzbern could become corrupted."
"DIE!"
Things are getting tense and serious! Comment on what you think is going to happen next.