I'm sorry that this happened.

But I have to put this on hold. When a door closes, a window opens, and this has happened for me. I've lost what I was writing for LIT and have an amazing inspirational flow for IMDH. I can't write it right now, and I don't want you guys expecting an update every Saturday and me not updating.

I will finish.

I never like leaving my stories unfinished, and push them to the side. This will not be permanent, and I will update whenever I have a chapter finished. It won't be on a schedule and might not be for a long time, but I had to tell you guys. I hope you understand and will be patient.

To maybe cheer up my readers ever so slightly, I have something I've been saving for a while that I will let out, since I'm not going to update for a while.

Michael had almost given up; he'd been exhausted, and had been searching for as long as he could remember. But he'd overlooked a small spot of his memory. It wasn't anything he'd ever remembered, and looked like something from when he was too young to stand. It was a vague, fuzzy memory, and he was in a room, probably his when he was little, and in a crib looking up. There were three colourful balls of light shining down on him, and each one flashed in unison together, blinding him. It all made sense now.

Flashback: Michael's memory

Why are you talking to me? Michael asked out loud.

There is a prophecy locked within your mind. The Legendaries, in fear, created a false prophecy in the hopes that you would never know there was another. But they could not make it disappear from your mind because you are the Prophet, the revealer of the future and the one who would always know what destiny had planned. So they hid it deep within your mind. It was to stop what fate had already decided. I found out, and was going to approach you in a dream, but since I'm already here, I decided to tell you now.

Wait, so the prophecy... isn't the prophecy?

It was created to lead you on another path. It was easy enough to do because of the circumstances, but you must follow the right one.

What path are we on now?

You and your friends have been set on one thing and one thing only. I think you know what I mean.

We've been trying to stop Team Beta... should we be doing something else?

Team Beta is just another team, set on their goals. You and your friends, so used to stopping evil in it's tracks, thought that they needed to be taken down. This idea was fuelled by a certain trio in the hopes of misguiding you.

You mean... the Lake Trio tricked us?

They were under orders from the council.

I can't believe this! How could they? We trusted them!

Focus.

Sorry.

If you have any hope of finding out the real prophecy, I suggest you look through your mind. The true prophecy will trigger you back into the real world. When you do return to reality, find the Ruins of Alph. I wish you the very best luck, Michael.

Thank you. I wish the same for you, Arceus.

End Flashback

Present Time

The blinding flash was powerful, but he saw through it and the Lake Trio's shield that hid the real words, like looking through a flashlight's glare and seeing the bulb through the beam. The thing he saw felt like the strongest thing there was, filling him with energy and pulsing a little, making him feel like he was vibrating. For some strange reason, he was sure that if it had eyes, it would have winked at him.

Then he heard it rushing through him, not just in his mind, but flooding through his veins, his gut, it even reached his toes, and as it did, a faint part of him felt a little more awake. It felt different, not at all like the supposed "Prophecy" he said to his friends not too long ago. But it felt better than that, like a puzzle piece, like a part of him he'd been missing but never known he'd lost.

. . .

Marked from birth,

A tale has begun.

Complications will not end,

Until this story is done.

. . .

The shocking truth was hidden,

They all followed the wrong path.

Trust was broken and sides have changed,

A new ally fears their former leader's wrath.

. . .

The Battler's worry is in the wrong place,

When the wall breaks he will fall.

The last attack is hers to make,

The Connection's skill decides it all.

. . .

The Reviver is innocent for now,

But the time is almost here.

The Strategist is poisoned by her thoughts,

Doubt is her own fatal fear.

. . .

The Morph will discover the truth,

Her words lead the way.

The Prophet breaks free from a frozen state,

He will push three of their own away.

. . .

They once were six and eight,

The sides even at last, now seven each unite.

The end of them all is near,

So is the final fight.

. . .

And with a gasp, Michael consciously felt the air rush into his lungs as his eyes, although already open, seemed to snap open and show him the real world instead of his strange, blank mind that he'd been so use to seeing. And he cringed as sunlight shined directly at his face, and his first thought was complete disbelief.

Memories and thoughts didn't rush to him like you'd expect; instead, he had a strange sense of control over it all, like his experience inside his mind had given him more space in his head and a stronger hold over it. He was prepared-

He was ready to get back into the game.