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Fumi Sixteen!

“What do you mean 'you may not survive this world'?” Dastan demanded.

“Bolaro of Fire. You should play that first,” she told Zelda before melting into the shadows.

“’Bolaro of Fire’?” Preuss quoted, looking up at the oldest. “What the hell does that mean?”

“Exactly that,” Zelda answered with a smile as she raised the instrument to her lips. Right as she was about to play she frowned down at her brother. “And language!”

Preuss frowned while his sister played eight rapid notes. Orange light surrounded the children, and then they were suddenly in a very warm room. It didn’t affect them much, though, since they were use to playing on Mom’s desert island.

Dastan took the liberty of looking around and saw that the room was full of weapons of some kind. He also saw that there was no way out.

Zelda saw that, too.

“Okay, so at least we’re safe here and nothing can get in… Let’s grab something and be on our way. Preuss, Perisa, do you know how to use these?” she asked, holding up kahnjars not unlike their sister’s.

“I do,” the boy answered. “But only one. Uncle Gupta and Uncle Sadik showed me how.”

“Kiana showed me how… But I don’t remember,” Perisa answered. “I know how to use a bow and arrow, though. Arthur taught me. Why are we getting them?”

Dastan hauled out a broadsword that came from his mother’s country out of a pile of other blades and swung it around, testing its balance. “Kadi and Kiku taught me something. When a person is in a world that they don’t belong in, that world does everything it can to get rid of that person. This is a world where no one belongs in. So they must have sweepers patrolling the area, and if we don’t have something like a black swallow butterfly, then we can’t be sure that we’re safe.”

“That sounds about right,” Zelda confirmed. “But wouldn’t that girl be our butterfly?”

“Who was she, anyway?” Preuss grumbled. “I don’t trust her.”

“Well, she did give me the Ocarina of Time, per say,” Zelda countered. “But I’m with you—I don’t trust her.”

Dastan rested the blade on his shoulder and flashed his siblings his signature grin. “I don’t see what the problem is. She’s just doing her job.”

“I-I felt nothing from her…” Perisa spoke up. “I think she’s a good guy.”

Zelda frowned but got down a crystal bow down from a peg on the wall and handed it to Perisa before hunting down some arrows.

“That’s odd…” she frowned.

“What?” asked Preuss.

“There’s no arrows, or even a quiver.” She looked back at the bow and frowned. “It isn’t even stringed!”

Dastan frowned before snapping his fingers and crouching next to Perisa. “May I?” he asked, motioning to the bow. His little sister nodded.

Dastan picked up the bow and aimed it at a target on the wall while he pulled back the imaginary string.

“Reishi,” he murmured. A blue light formed where the arrow would be, and when he released the string, the arrow sliced the edge of the target before vanishing.

Dastan grinned. “I was right!”

“Do you have a flipping Quincy bow?!” Zelda exclaimed.

Dastan turned around, a cocky grin on his face. “Nope! But I shot a reishi arrow.”

“Can you shoot anything else?” Preuss asked, interested.