A/N: You know what's funny? I was staring at my open documents for a few minutes, trying to figure out why this story was already up for writing, when it hit me. I only have 4 stories going. One's on a kind of hiatus at the moment, I just typed the chapter for another one, and the other one is on a mini hiatus while I figure out how to type the next chapter. Wow. But I'm really excited for this one guys!

Also I'm soooooo sorry that this is late. I saw the new Star Trek movie and got obsessed with Tarsus IV fics. It's weird, but I love any mischievous male character with a horrible past (Ticks off Robin and Jack Frost…Adds Captain Kirk to the list…). Anyways, I hope to update faster next time. So sorry!

Also I was on vacation. But that reminds me. If any of you want to write a Star Trek fic, please tell me in a review or PM me. I need to talk to you about writing a story for me. You have to know about Tarsus IV though. It would be really appreciated if you could do that for me.

"It seems to be working, sir. The Big Four are surviving well and their searchers are coming up with nothing. Not even the Batman can get a trace on his protégé." The woman was smiling proudly.

The godly man, who was still sitting in the same spot, smiled and folded his hands, "Good. The plan is working then. Soon, we will be able to bring them together to take down Diávolos."

"But will they be enough in the condition they're in? Stealing their memories may have hindered their skills, making them more vulnerable. You've seen them. The fast one runs into trees, and the magician does not even know how to work her powers."

"Do not worry about that. Skills do not come solely from memories but also from instinct. They will know what to do, even if they do not yet know it." The man sat back in his chair, the chair groaning in protest as it leaned back on its two back legs.

"Careful, sir. You are not as…fit as you used to be. " The woman fought back a small smile while the godly man rolled his eyes at her.

"I'm not going to break the chair." Just to be safe though, he leaned forward again.

"How long do you think it will be before you bring them together? Diávolos' power is growing stronger with each second. There is not much time before he will come after you."

The godly man nodded, "I understand. Do not fret though. They will be acquainted- well actually reunited, though they don't yet know it- in a matter of a few days. We must be hesitant about it though. They will not know who we or each other are, and given their…nature, they will most like attack." He stared at the woman seriously, "We cannot afford one of them to get hurt. It would be disastrous for the world."

The woman nodded, "Yes. I understand, but I do hope that we can bring them together soon." She looked out the window, where a huge storm was heading their way, "We do not have much time before he arrives. And then…"

"And then the fight will begin." The godly man finished. His face was grim as he stood, "Come. I think we should both rest. Tomorrow will be an eventful day. I am sure that we will have our hands full so we will need as much rest as possible."

"Of course, sir." The woman followed the man out of the room.

Unknown to them, the torches and candles flickered for a moment, a ghostly laugh echoing in the room.

Everyone POV

A storm was rolling in as each teen settled in for what felt like the millionth night in their new "home." They each looked at the sky, whether in annoyance or curiosity or even wariness, and tucked into themselves a little tighter.

A shiver ran through each one of them. Subconsciously, they knew something big was going to happen. They didn't know if it had to do with their amnesia or if it was by coincidence, but somehow, due to their heroic instincts most likely, they knew that whatever was coming was going to be dangerous.

Not one of them liked that feeling. Not one bit.

Unknown POV

The time was coming. He could feel it. The skies were growing darker, the life around him cowered in fear as he passed, and power practically rippled from his fingertips. His lips curled into a sneer.

Yes. There was not way that Athánatos would be able to stop him now. And as for the ones predicted in the prophecy?

He let out a cackle that had lightning crackling around him. Oh, he'd be careful. He wasn't like most cliché villains that wouldn't give a thought about the prophecy. He would use their weaknesses- their fears- and he would rise.

He cackled again as he moved forward, darkness creeping into the area like a disease. He felt confident, not overconfident of course. That would be foolish. He was confident, though, that he would come out victorious.

Yes. Nothing is going to stand in his way. Especially children that would only possibly stand in his way. He smirked to himself.

And that was why he was so confident. He knew that Athánatos was confident that the children would stop him, but he also knew that he was slightly afraid. The prophecy that Athánatos was so proud of had only predicted a possibility. The prophecy never said for sure that he would be stopped. It only said that the children were the only ones that could possibly stop him.

And that is where Athánatos will fail.

He let another laugh out and moved faster. The darkness that took over the land grew faster, enveloping the land at an alarming pace.

Yes. Soon, the world would be his. And there wasn't a person in the world that could stop him.

A/N: The beginning was a little hard to write, but I finally got it. I know that it's a bit boring right now, but once they all get together, it's gonna get really good. I promise. Anyways, thank you all for such positive feedback! It's really helping me out! Review!

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