Back on her throne in the great Palace Middia called home, she watched with a smirk as pain and in one case pleasure continued. The blue 'bot was watching her third partner get murdered, and with a snap of Middia's fingers the death was on loop. Over and over, there had to be a reason for the blue bot to want out, but it was only for her to figure out. Ratchet was in bliss as the 'bots and humans listened to Ratchet's words enraptured, but Middia could tell he was starting to suspect something. Either way, she was going to be having fun. Bulkhead had been taken captive by the Decepticons, and was about to be executed unless he joined the 'great' Decepticon cause. Bumblebee was on loop like Arcee, having to watch Raf's house blow up again and again. Unbeknownst to him, Raf's house hadn't blown up at all. In all actuality, it was a house down the street. Optimus was still trying to leave his white prison, but his little world stretched on forever in the expanse of white, and it had no end.

"You're being cruel, Middia." A voice sighed, and Middia didn't need to turn her head to know it was one of her human forms. "You aren't even giving them a chance, and I doubt you're having fun. The last group you at least gave a head start and you had a battle with them."

"True true, but I am tired of my ways." Middia sighed. "And you are right, I am extremely bored. They aren't even trying to solve my prophecy!"

"They don't have one to look at, Middia." The other girl sighed with a shake of her head.

"Oh, of course! How thoughtless!" Middia giggled, and raising her hand a prophecy appeared in each world. "Honestly, it's easy to beat when you think about it:

'A young one missing, a group in panic. Far from home, and yet battles rage. Strong and wise, one side lead by Prime. One side black, lead by child of Unicron. Black rejected, Wise in control, their universal acknowledgers keeping and sending off. And yet the median is left off, and in a huff the Middle Queen will rise. Strife and longing, the prophecy begins. The Forgotten One, she plays and gains. The Middle Queen left to us this Forgotten Prophecy, she will return, and to begin her return a child thus stolen shall give tale of her arrival. Once within, to return what was taken just follow the truth and you'll find a lie. Stolen, maybe not. Good and evil both it seems; but to get out, answer this question: Do you really think I steal?'

Waving her hand again the prophecy took materialization in each little world, and with a laugh she stood up. Honestly, if they couldn't figure it out then they really were dead in the water.m