A/N: I've had a severe case of writer's block. It's been far too long since my last update. I've been to Scotland too, so that trip took some of my time as well... Wonderful country. Kind of gave me my inspiration back. I hope my writing has improved too, as I've spent my time away from FF. net writing Harry Potter fanfiction. Maybe I'll publish those too, some day... So, without further ado, I give you the next chapter.

The second prophecy

"Where is she?" Giratina muttered. "She should've been back by now..." It was evening already, and everyone was wondering where Arceus was. They were gathered in the throne room of Hall of Origin, waiting to see if she would be back soon.

"She'll be fine, right?" Whitetail wondered. "I mean, what Plates does she still have?"

"She gave me the Life Plates of Ghost, Dark, Rock, Dragon, Bug, Poison, Ground and Steel." Giratina said.

"That would mean she has..." Shadow counted up the missing types. "...Water, Fire, Grass, Psychic, Ice, Flying, Electric and Fighting."

"Does it make much difference?" Feather poked his head in between Whitetail and Shadow, interrupting the conversation.

"Well, it would if she was attacked." Mighty stated. "Arceus can be any type, but without the Plates, she can't defend herself from some types."

"So, for an example, now that she's missing the Plate with the Dark type... she'd be... um... more vulnerable against the Ghost and Psychic types?" Nyara asked.

"Yes, that's the point." Mighty said.

"Well... You don't think she's actually been attacked, do you?" Aura asked worriedly.

"We can't know for sure." Shadow said. "We should hope she's not. But if she has, the shadow army is probably involved." Feather flew up onto the closest statue of Arceus and landed on its head.

"Well, then we'll just have to kick their a..." the pidgey began, but right then, a strange mist started forming around him. It was all white and a bit transparent, and swirled all around him. Then Feather's eyes took on the same strange misty look.

"What the..." Mighty began, but then Feather started to speak, in a strange, dark, monotone voice.

"When Nightmares once again threaten Creation, heroes, old and new, shall come forth...

The Reader, walking in the shadows of the past...

The Guardian, the one with the ancient soul...

The Princess, her true power unseen...

The Warrior, darkness that has seen the light...

The Teller, passing on these words of prophecy...

The Newcomer, struggling to find one's place...

The Lost One, who needs to be found...

They are the Seven Powers...

If they fight together, their power shall prevail; if they don't, the world and them shall fall into darkness..."

"What was that supposed to mean?" Whitetail stared at Feather as the mysterious mist vanished and Feather's eyes became normal again.

"Woah. I think I just had an out-of-body experience!" the pidgey exclaimed, and then he realized everyone was staring at him. "What? Did I do something strange?" he said in confusion.

"That was a prophecy." Giratina said calmly, but his eyes showed that he had been startled too, and still was.

"What? A real one? Like the one about the Saviours of the world?" Mighty stared at Giratina, who nodded. "But Lord Giratina... I don't understand this!"

"The way of prophecies is complicated." Giratina observed Feather. "Only some are able to use this skill. I don't think there's any doubt that this Feather is the reincarnation of the former Feather. You see, it was that Feather who made the prophecy about Shadow, Aura and Whitetail."

"It was?" Shadow, Aura and Whitetail all yelled at the same time. Mighty just stared at Feather. Feather and Nyara looked equally confused, as they didn't have much knowledge about that.

"Doesn't really matter anymore, though." Mighty said. "How did it go now again?" Giratina recited the prophecy to him (How he remembered the whole thing, they were not sure). "Let's think... Nightmares threatening Creation once again... Darkrai and Arceus. No doubt."

"And the Seven Powers?" Aura asked. "The Reader would be referring to Shadow, right? I mean, he is a reader, a mind-reader. And he has found out lots of things hidden in the past too..."

"That's true." Whitetail said. "And I'm pretty sure that the Guardian refers to Aura, who is the reborn aura guardian."

"And the Princess is doubtlessly Whitetail." Mighty proclaimed.

"It would make sense if Mighty is the Warrior." Shadow said. "As he was on the other side, but changed to our side."

"And the Teller is Feather, because it was him who said the prophecy!" Nyara exclaimed, as she wanted to participate too.

"The Newcomer is Nyara, 'cause she comes from beyond the sea!" Feather cried out eagerly. Then everyone became silent, thinking about the ominous words that came next.

"We have six of the seven, if that is the case." Giratina said. "But then, about the seventh... I think we have a dilemma. If this prophecy is real, which I really do believe it is, Darkrai is..." He froze and stared at all of them, and spoke, in a horrified voice: "What if it's already getting fullfilled? What if Darkrai has captured Arceus?" Whitetail paled slightly.

"Doesn't that mean... if we want to stop him... we have to find the seventh?" she whispered. "But how? How will we know who's the seventh one? The prophecy has given us no clues to go with!"

"I know." Giratina replied. "We just have to try. Maybe the seventh one will appear when the time is right. The last time, you succeeded."

"Yes, we did." Shadow agreed. "But last time, the prophecy actually said that we would be the Saviours of the world. It said we would succeed. But this time, it doesn't."

A/N: I hope this chapter was good enough. A bit too short, but I guess it'lll have to do for now. Some feedback would be wonderful.