As Mark and I approach the quarreling siblings, I rethink what had happened just moments before: myself and Mark on a path that split in two. I could only say one thing- We would have to make a choice- One that will change our lives forever. I shivered at the idea. Mark saw this but shrugged it off. He realized that I was never going to tell him anything, which was OK by me.  I was afraid of what I had saw. He stopped. "Here we are, right next to the fighters." he said.

We stood thirty meters away from our older siblings, and I do mean all of them. Peter saw us from the corners of his eyes and said, "What are you doing, just standing there? Fight with us!" He blocked a blow from Septimus.

"What're you saying? They're OUR siblings." He pulled away and Sam strikes, with Peter dodging the strike with a backwards cartwheel. 

"No way Zucrandarian Scum!" Laura screams, "They're our siblings, and I won't let you guys to take them away From me ever again!" She Looks at us. "Don't worry, we'll finish this once and for all." she explained.

"Not over my dead body." Sam interjects. Her wyvern attempts a slash at Laura's Pegasus, but to no avail. She uses her Raging Bolt Spell and a bright blue bolt of lightning heads towards Peter, but, Mark pulls out his iron ball, and chucks it away from the quarrel. The bolt follows.

Everyone turns their heads towards us. Septimus says "Why?"

Mark responds "I don't want anyone to fight, especially not my family."

"Please stop this. We don't need to spill any more blood." I add in. I felt a pain in my head. 'Not again,' I thought, 'Not now when everyone is here.' But it doesn't work. I start to fall over, but Mark catches me with one arm, and the other at his sword side. 

"Don't be ridiculous." Sam says. She turns to Peter. "They are our enemies."

Septimus adds in, "And we need the land."

"Join us, and we'll end this without any blood shed. We can finish this as a family." Sam says sweetly.

"No," Peter says, "Join your real family, we will END this."

Mark just stares at me. I recovered from the pain. I had seen some weird images: A knight from Zucrandar joining us, a village on fire, and Mark and myself fighting four figures. I had a slight grasp of the situation and I don't like it. I looked at him, my eyes saying 'You decide.' His eyes widen. He had understood what I had said with my eyes.

He turns towards everyone and starts to give our answer.