Non-Canon Omake: The Little Dragons, Part 2

The two siblings stared at the recently summoned Servant.

Likewise, Caster stared back at them.

Gyneth was smart; at least she told that to people. Gwyrde liked to think he was smart too, even if he didn’t have to reassure people of it as often as his sister.

That is to say, both of them knew a fuck-up when they saw it.

“.....”

“.....”

“We didn’t summon you.” Gyneth finally spoke up, breaking the silence. “You should go back home; it was just a misunderstanding.”

Morgan Le Fay raised a single eyebrow. “Is that so?”

“Yup.” There was clear nervousness in her tone.

“It seems this one has Command Seals.” She pointed at Gwyrde. “Those are just tattoos. He’s a big fan of….” She sort of fizzled out. “Gwyrde, back me up here.” She nudged him.

“Sorry, I’m just surprised that you’re acting rationally right now.” He looked at his sister like he was looking at an alien.

Essentially, he was taken aback that his sister wasn’t flirting with…her.

“Yeah, I think I came full circle and sobered up pretty quickly.” Gyneth replied casually. “Maximum effort.” 

“Children.” Caster spoke up, oddly annoyed but also amused. She couldn’t recall the last time that people just lied and ignored her right to her face. “I’m curious. Who are you, and why do you look so…familiar?”

“Maybe you saw me in your dreams.” Gyneth replied automatically, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Gyneth.”

“Right, sorry. Sorry.” She quickly corrected herself. “It was a reflex.”

“Escape plan Delta.” Gwyrde whispered.

“What—”

“Carnwennan!” Gyneth yelled out, pulling an ivory-colored dagger sheathed behind her back, and turning invisible. The Noble Phantasm given to her by Alter after they found it some years ago. 

“Mana Burst: Destruction!” Gwyrde roared. His mana exploded out in the familiar hue of Power of Destruction. It wrapped around him, and he shot towards the opposite side of the room and jumped through one of the windows.

Morgan sat there.

She blinked once or twice.

This was becoming a day of firsts for her. She wondered if there was ever a time when a couple of children thought they could run away from her.

It was a rather novel feeling.

Gwyrde hit the ground, causing the concrete to crack and shatter under the force. He then shot forward, disappearing down the street under the early morning moon.

He got several blocks away before his sister reappeared from her Noble Phantasm-induced invisibility.

“Alright, I think we escaped.” Gyneth said cheerfully.

“Yes, well done.” Morgan’s voice came, standing right next to them but a few meters away.

They both stilled.

“If I pretend she’s not there, do you think she’ll go away?’ Gyneth asked.

“You can try.” Gwyrde offered.

“Begone, MILF!” Gyneth closed her eyes, pressing her hands against her head.

“It worked.” Gwyrde told her.

“Oh god, have I been burdened with the power to banish away MILFs?” Gyneth asked in horror. “No wonder I can’t get laid.”

 Morgan stood there silently, her expression slowly turning sour. “Perhaps a…small punishment is in order to understand proper decorum in the presence of a queen.”

“Round two!” Gyneth called out, about to reach for her Noble Phantasm again, but stiffened when she realized it was missing.

“Are you looking for this?” Morgan held up the familiar dagger. “My sister’s little toy—I’m more than familiar with how it works.”

“...can I have that back?” Gyneth asked. “I need it to run away from you.”

Morgan ignored her, humming in amusement. “I’m oh so curious now. Why do you have my sister’s toy? Why do you both look so similar to her, and to me for that matter? And why do both of you give off the feeling of dragons?”

“Training.” Gwyrde replied.

“Lots of training.” Gyneth nodded. 

Morgan rolled her eyes at their antics, but then everything sort of snapped into place. Her eyes widened as she stared at the two of them. “No…..are you both…?”

“Gwyrde, it’s time for our last resort.” Gyneth said carefully. “I’m going to use my secret weapon.”

“If you start taking your clothes off, I’m going to tell Mom.”

“Listen to me, Gwyrde! No one, and I mean no one, wants to fight a naked person!” She argued as she started to unbutton her shirt.

Gwyrde was about to retort, but the words died in his mouth as he realized that he honestly couldn’t argue with her logic.

Rather quickly, blue ropes manifested and wrapped her up tightly.

“...why is she taking her clothing off?” Morgan asked incredulously.

“She was dropped on her head as a child, repeatedly.” Gwyrde answered.

Morgan paused, looking them both over. She was, in all honesty, absolutely bewildered by the sight of them. That is to say, she now realized they were the children of her sister.

There was a vast array of questions that suddenly flooded her mind. But all of them seemed to be pushed to the side at the most obvious.

She shook her head in a newfound exasperation. “If you were so concerned, why did you not simply use the Command Seals on your hand?” She pointed out the most obvious point that they seemed to utterly ignore.

Morgan was beginning to wonder if they were both a bit touched in the head.

Gyneth stopped her struggling on the ground, then looked at them, just as Gwyrde did as well.

“....”

“....”

“That would be most dishonorable.” Gwyrde said without hesitation. “I will not use such despicable means to force or harm you, especially after it is partly my fault you are here in the first place.”

Morgan stared at him silently for several moments before speaking again. “......you are my sister’s child.”

“.....hello Auntie.” Gwyrde said awkwardly. “It’s nice to meet you; I’ve only heard good things.”

Morgan snorted at that.

“Mfphmp.” Gyneth said something too, still bound tight, even her mouth.

Frankly, their words right now were barely even registered at the moment.

“That…she! After all the things she’s said in the past. With how much of a prude she is!” Morgan was having trouble finding the right words now that it was confirmed. “No wonder I sensed something so familiar from the summoning!”

The infamous witch let out a long sigh. “That one looks strikingly similar to my sister.” She pointed at Gyneth. “But why do you…why are you so different? Your eyes should have had that same ethereal green inherited by her Fae Blood, at the very least.”

Gwyrde smiled awkwardly. “Um….” He scratched his cheek, his earlier anxiety sort of disappearing entirely by her presence. “We…technically don’t have the same mom.”

Morgan’s head snapped to Gyneth, who managed to undo her spell. Morgan was startled, mostly because she didn’t expect a child of her sister to have magical talent and knowledge.

“Dad seduced two versions of Mom.” Gyneth said plainly. “His mom is Momma Alter, an altered history version of Mom.” She explained, pulling off the ropes completely and standing back up after brushing herself off. “She’s sort of…corrupted?”

“Her mom is the King of Knights.” Gwyrde pointed at Gyneth. “My mom is the Tyrant of Knights, and her sword is Excalibur Morgan.”

Morgan’s mouth hung open. “...two versions of my sister?” She was more than aware of how this was possible. She was one of the foremost magic users in the history of the world; something like alternate versions of a person was basic knowledge to her. “Two!? My stupid, prudish sister was seduced twice!?”

The two kids just awkwardly looked away.

“My stupid, prudish sister who didn’t even know that men can stand up when they urinate!?”

“That’s an oof for Mom.” Gyneth winced. “Wait, wasn’t Mom pretending to be a man?”

“Yes, she was!” Morgan scowled. 

Both the siblings felt a little awkward after that revelation.

“And a corrupted version of my sister’s sword is called Excalibur Morgan!? That brat!!” 

Morgan seemed to focus on the more important bits.

“Hmph.” Morgan just scoffed in annoyance. “I didn’t plan on participating in this farce, merely investigating the…oddities you two put off.” Her lips thinned considerably as she looked at both of them. Her tone carried a strange chill to it. “I suppose I shall be staying for a period then.”

The two siblings blinked.

“You’re…going to help us?” Gyneth asked, skeptical, somewhat ignoring her threatening tone that accompanied it. “Aren’t you supposed to be evil? You know, take revenge. Do something to make Mom angry. Tie me up and have your wicked way with me?”

Morgan shot her a glare; she didn’t miss that last part but decided to ignore it. “What? If I wanted to harm you, do you think you could stop me? Though, my dear sister deserves some…retaliation for her arrogance.” She finished with another disdainful snort.

The two siblings looked at each other, sharing the same feeling.

Gwyrde took out Caliburn, pointing it at his aunt. “Don’t threaten our mom.”

Morgan was startled again, obviously recognizing the sword. It didn’t take a genius to understand that someone reforged it, and she could guess who. 

Though the fact that he could wield it, Morgan’s evaluation of her nephew increased. It made his ‘threatening words and gestures’ have a touch more bite than she would actually like to admit.

However, if she was startled by Gwyrde, she was frozen by her niece.

A certain ribbon-like, intertwined white spear was pointed at her. 

“Is my sister insane?” Morgan said under her breath, staring at the spear. “She gave you that.”

Gyneth just smiled smugly.

“Truthfully, Mom was tricked into giving it to her.” Gwyrde said helplessly. “Otherwise, Mom would have never let her have something like that. It’s also sealed in like a hundred different ways.

“Don’t tell her that!” Gyneth hissed. “You’re ruining my image! I’m supposed to be threatening. How is it threatening if she knows it’s sealed?”

“You really are both her children…” Morgan said softly, as if it was settling in properly. “My sister’s children…” A lot of the tension seemed to evaporate. 

The two siblings felt a strange sense of grief from their aunt and lowered their weapons. If they were on guard and skeptical before, they began to slowly relax in her presence.

They both understood that their ‘aunt’ didn’t carry any…hatred, or at least, there was no direct disdain or desire to harm them.

In fact, most of her ‘threats’ so far felt rather hollow.

“Well, since it came to this, I guess we should finish this Grail War, or whatever.” Gyneth sighed helplessly, putting her spear away.

“...you just want the grail.” Gwyrde eyed her as Gyneth looked away.

Morgan looked at the two of them again, still having trouble connecting the two with her sister. But she knew, without a shadow of a doubt, they were her sister’s kids. She defaulted back to her usual demeanor, a sly smile forming on her face. “If you ask me nicely, perhaps I would be willing to assist in your efforts, for a price~”

“Mom did say she had some regrets about this war. Maybe we could – “ Before Gwyrde could finish, Gyneth interrupted.

“Oh, fuck!”

“...what?”

“I forgot that Mom is here too!”

“.....”

“Don’t look at me like that. I was…preoccupied with other thoughts.” Gyneth huffed.

“And I’m sure they all involved Aunt Medea.” Gwyrde said dryly.

“Some of them involved Aunt Rias.” Gyneth admitted.

Gwyrde facepalmed.

“Children.” Morgan hissed, feeling her eye twitch. “I do not like being ignored.”

“Kind of hard to ignore those hips, Auntie.” Gyneth blurted out, utterly silencing the ancient witch.

Gwyrde shook his head. “Please don’t flirt with my servant; it’s making things awkward.”

“What is wrong with my sister’s children!?” Morgan stared at them both.

“I could make a list.” Gyneth offered.

Gwyrde sighed. “Just…ignore my sister. She only wanted to come here to summon a specific servant to get laid. She didn’t really think through anything else. Medea isn’t actually our aunt, just…an aunt figure.”

Morgan, for perhaps one of the first times in her life, was stunned into silence one moment after another.

“Aunt Rias is, and I still want to stake my claim.”

“Dammit, Gyneth, I was trying to make things less awkward. And you need to stop flirting with Aunt Rias.”

Gyneth rolled her eyes. “It’s fucking Morgan; do you think she’s going to care? How about we ask big sis Mordred, huh? And I ain’t some weirdo; Aunt Rias hasn’t rejected me yet, so it’s still fair game.”

“Wait, she hasn’t?” Gwyrde blinked.

Gyneth shot him a big smirk, then glanced at Morgan, her smirk growing wider. Particularly because Gyneth was now twirling her dagger in her hand.

Morgan’s eyes widened briefly, and she looked down to notice that the dagger she had been holding was replaced by a stick, and she hadn’t even noticed.

The witch now realized that they were intentionally distracting her.

They got one over on her. 

Her, Morgan Le Fay.

“Sup, bitch.” Gyneth flashed a peace sign.

Morgan felt her eye twitch in a strange fusion of respect and the distinct desire to drop her from a very high place.

Gyneth turned around, flipping her hair haughtily. “Let’s go find a better place to set up shop.”

“Very well, we need a base. And we need to come up with a plan if we’re really going to fight.” Gwyrde began walking away with her.

“I’m going to style on a bunch of boomer Magi. Do you think I can give one a heart attack if I flash Grandpa’s name and pull out a Glock, shouting that ‘I cast bullet’ every time I shoot it, calling it True Magic?”

Her brother just sighed in exasperation. 

Morgan hesitated for a moment as she watched her niece and nephew walk away.

She had a lot of things to say, but eventually, she just pursed her lips. The sound of her heels clicking against the concrete echoed across the early morning streets as she hastily went to catch up with them.

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A/N

The muse strikes again.

Had this done yesterday, just forgot about it.