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Wait, four?

Where was Shadow?

Panicked now, he forced his eyes open.

Purple walls. Not black from four colors or rainbow spiraled from six, meaning they weren't merged. He was split, and his sword was wedged in a pedestal he recognized, one that lived deep in the Palace of the Four Sword.

But why was his sword alone? They didn't leave the swords alone when one of them was resting in their sword, nor did they often rest in their swords while split. So why were they split now?

Vio didn't know. He shoved against the purple walls, releasing his spirit form to look around the room. His sword's pedestal was the only one in the room, and in spirit form he wouldn't be able to draw his sword. But the only exit door was locked from the outside; he couldn't leave once in his solid form, and his sword would be left behind even if he drew it before he left.

Sighing, he reached for his brothers instead to compare notes, and found them slowly waking up as well. None of them seemed to know why they'd been stabbed by Fi, nor where Shadow was, though they were sure their brother was alive and somewhere nearby. They just had to find him.

But they had to figure out how to get out of their rooms first.

Red remembered first that it had been Legend who stabbed them, though a younger Legend than they remembered. That left a sinking feeling in all of them, knowing their brother had had to fight them (and probably kill them, at least as far as tiny Legend knew) before they'd even properly met him.