He coughed loudly. 'Aware. He just happened to remind me of something.' He smiled. 'Ah, I do enjoy quoting our own prophecies. Every world knows when they shall come, it knows, alas; the people do not, and now they never shall...''

"You're not the only one who gets prophecies, y'know that? We got a few ourselves. Quite annoying ones, though. They always sounds like poetry and I swear my sister writes them out that way on purpose."

Araithion chuckled. 'Heh. Sounds like Patrion when we're visiting his dimension.'

"An ancient foe, awakened, from the depths, through dim light... the voice started reciting.

Arai raised an eyebrow. Sounded like a fun game. 'And when evil cometh upon us, we pray our souls to the Lord, that we shall be spared from their destruction...'

THe voice kept saying their thing. TO the ends of the earth, forever to last, chaos shall arise, in the land of enchantment, fall beyond life. A hero to be born, a hero to die.

Araithion grinned. 'A world born to live, yet to perish, its people; born to perish, yet to live, in the end, they are all brought justice...'

"Only a light, brought from the lands far beyond, hrough trials none withstand, will save." the voice finished their propechy.

'The people can pray for neither darkness nor light, both bring their justice. The end is nigh for them all, their sin breaking their deed, all will fall to order within chaos.' He finished his as well. 'Well. How marvellous.'

"Which part? Mine or yours? Well, actually it doesn't really matter....both are quite gloomy. Now if I could just convince a certain someoemn that he isn't the hero, all would be fine."