Araithion flexed his wings, drowsy. He yawned. 'Eh. In my opinion, it seems all prophecies hint at the same.'

"Not all of them. I heard one that hinted for someone to gstop staying up late at night. AN actual prophecy, Everyone was quite confused since it wasn't even a prank. But at least it made certain people stop playing loud music at 2am..."

His eye twitched. 'That sounds rather made up.'

A figure with incredibly faint outlines dropped onto the beams behind Arai.

"Nope. It was real. Bt then allmost al of them were.."

Arai nodded slowly. 'Ah.' He said nothing else, but his mind was still focused on the prophecy the fourth had delivered. A world of fire, a world of water, worlds of darkness and light. These worlds bring end to themselves, sending single warriors before their destruction...they wander, together yet alone...bound to bring justice to the rest... He shook his head. Those words were pointless. World of fire. 'He cannot come here,' he whispered quietly.

The figure behind him appeared to hold a bow.

"Uh...there's someone behind you." The voice said.

Araithion turned, the second the figure hit him on the back of the head with the side of the bow. He fell forward off the rafters, to the ground in a heap. The shining figure jumped down with him.

"?!?!"

The figure pressed its hand to his neck, as if it was taking his pulse.

"What. Are. You. Doing?" The vioce asked.