A/N: Hello, all! You may remember me from my past stories, and most likely from my biggest one, Suffixes. Well, after careful consideration, I deleted the story. I had scrambled up the plot too much for me to use it. So, I'm starting over.

The overall plot of this story is be very similar to Suffixes, except it won't be as confusing. However, many other things changed, like how certain heroes met up and who the 5 main villains are (you guys only found out 2-3 of them).

But enough babbling. On with the story!

I would like to thank LazloTitan for helping me out of what could possibly have been my permanent writer's block/hiatus.

Disclaimer: I don't' own any of these characters.

Sorry about the entire middle-thing. F--ing editing won't work.

Never-Ending Prognosticus

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…All is well.

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And Light shall never stop protecting, so long as there is Darkness.

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It is because I believe they have the power to do anything, and will make the right choices.

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…And have you done so yet? I do not try to connect with our creators because I am always connected with them. It is I that help keep them from turning Heartless. From turning into Primidive minds incapable of making choices, and must have somebody do so for them. From turning into the Stains you mark my great lands with. From becoming the condensed Smorg you breathe. You may trick some of them into joining your Alliance, but it is I who will always prevail. I am the one who holds the most life. I am the one who is there to begin with. I am the one who cancels you out, always, inevitably, winning.

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…Alright. I accept your challenge.

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And I shall be there, Dark, to put an end to you once and for all.

Merlon flipped one end of the Light Prognosticus onto the other, closing it. The impact made all the leftover food and plates on the table hop. He stroked his mustache curiously, "Well… I'm stumped on what this means. The Light Prognosticus… It skips entire bodies of text. Almost as if it were talking to another entity…"

"Talking?" Bowser said with disbelief. "How can a book talk? It's a book! It reads!"

Luigi looked at Bowser blankly, "Uh… B-

"Maybe," Nastasia quickly said, "the Light Prognosticus is talking to the Dark Prognosticus. The two books were created to help balance things out. And the two books are always updating, as if their battle is never-ending. It wouldn't surprise me if the two counter each other so well because they share a connection."

"Hm… You might be right, dear Nastasia!" Merlon replied. He frowned, "But… How will we know?"

Mimi raised her hand, as if asking for permission to talk. Nastasia nodded to her. "Well", Mimi started, "Maybe Count Bleck and that Timpani girl are still alive, somewhere, and maybe the Count's still got that Dark Prognosticus. Maybe he's thinking the same thing as us."

"Bu' how will we kno' fer sar' theh Count an' Lady 'impani 'er still alive?" O'Chunks asked, scratching his head and knocking Mario off his seat on the way.

"H-

"Hope," Peach interjected. All eyes turned to her. "And Faith. Never doubt what you believe. I believe Blumiere and Timpani are alive, somewhere. I just know it."

Nastasia nodded as Mario got back into his seat. "I agree. I just hope they are alive somewhere close to us. It sounds like the Dark and Light Prognosticus have declared war for the last time. And it sounds like they're going out with a big bang."

…The Prophecy has been undone.

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But the Darkness shall never stop consuming, so long as there is Light.

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Such a pitiful version, you are, Light. Not even trying to connect with what our creators are.

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It is because of your beliefs many of them have chosen me over you, Light! Because they do not have any power to begin with! It is because YOU have no power at all! It is because I have power! Your lack of leadership is what makes them choose me over you, and what helps me conquer over you!

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Well, not this time. I have realized the error of my ways. I have been too lenient on you, thinking I can take you out with one swift wave of Darkness. Our battle has been a Never-Ending Story. Would you like to put a stop to it? One last go?

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Good. Do your best, for I shall do anything and everything I can to finally conquer you, Light.

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Blumiere closed the book shut on his lap, grunting a little from the impact. "I wonder what this means…" Timpani, who was reading along with him, knitted her eyebrows, lost in thought.

"Well, maybe the Dark Prognosticus is speaking to the Light Prognosticus," Grambi spoke out, looking at the Dark book questioningly.

Blumiere looked up at him. "It's possible… The two books contrast each other so well, as if they have a connection."

After a few seconds of silence, Timpani spoke. "It's possible. I mean, legend has it that the Dark and Light Prognosticus were created because Darkrai and Cresselia were at eternal war, and so the Tribe of Ancients forever sealed away the two in their respective Prognosticus," She shrugged her shoulders. "But… It's just a legend."

"Well… So were the Shadow Queen and the Crystal Stars, and Darkrai and Cresselia, and all the Legendary Pokemon, but they all turned out to be real." Blumiere replied.

"Yes, they all do indeed exist, those Legendary Pokemon do," Grambi added. "Giratina, the Renegade Legendary, is the guide between the Spirit World- The Overthere and the Underwhere- and the living world. As with all Legendary Pokemon, Giratina knows quite a bit of information about other Legendaries. It just so happens that Giratina is the one that created Darkrai."

"What?!" Blumiere shockingly asked.

"I'd love to tell you, but I am so very busy," Grambi bowed his head in apology, then raised it back up. "You can find Giratina at the starting place of the Underwhere- right around where Mario landed. Oh, and if can do me one last favour, could you escort Luvbi back down to the Underwhere? She's capable herself, but it never hurts for extra security."

Hearing her name is called, Luvbi floated up to her father, "Will I be going now? I've waited much too long."

"Luvbi," Grambi started, "these two will be your escorts to the Underwhere." He motioned to Blumiere and Timpani, who bowed and curtseyed automatically.

"A pleasure to meet you," the two said in unison.

Luvbi looked at both at them with a critical eye, and then shrugged. "I suppose they'll do. Come along, now," she said, floating off to the next lower cloud. Blumiere and Timpani followed, waving their goodbyes to Grambi.

"Yes, yes! Good bye, now!" Grambi waved them off, and then sighed. "I'm proud of those two. He realized his wrong-doings, and had to pay the price for it. She stuck with him through it all. They might not be able to leave here for quite a while, but at least they're allowed to come to the Overthere." He suddenly heard his cell phone ring. Taking it out and looking at its screen, he realized it was Jaydes. "Yes, love?" He said, holding it up to his… ear? After a few seconds of listening, he gasped in horror.

"Dimentio's escaped?!"

A/N: Can you put two and two together? I won't do it for you!

Ciao! R&R! I want as many reviews as last story!