"Well, I'm sure glad that's over with," a blue-skinned, black-haired Yoshi of Team Rocket sighed.
"How do people expect to travel like that?" his dark-skinned, dark-haired companion, the God of Shadows, said. "I'm glad they don't have it on Yamauchi."
YoshiDude and Drakonis Yoshi the Tenth had landed in Kippo by way of Fa'Diel's main mode of long distance transport, Cannon Travel. As they were blasted out of the cannons, they passed through a screen of Mana, covering themselves with protection against injury when they landed, it dispelling six seconds after contact with the ground. Before that, they had traveled from the Yoshi Archipelago to the Mushroom Kingdom by plane, and then warped through the pipe to Fa'Diel, in Matango. They found the C.T. Agent nearby, after going through customs.
"This must be the place, Dra," YoshiDude said as he looked around him.
"Well, then, we have to break the news. Let's find the inn."
They had landed outside of what appeared to be a shop, built on a small square, facing down a street made from tiled stones. They walked down it, towards a three-storied building.
"No cars," Drakonis noted. "This place is kind of peaceful."
"Well, this is where he comes from," YoshiDude stated.
Just then, a ball went sailing into his right side. He turned to see a small human child come over and look up at him.
"Whaa, te frin lo magoro gon," he said.
"I'm sorry, I don't speak Pandoran," YoshiDude replied, in Yoshian.
"Huh?"
"Let's get out of this, YD," Drakonis whispered, and the two of them left the bewildered child behind them.
They came to an intersection, and on their left was another street leading over a bridge and apparently out of town. The three-storied building was beside them, and its open door faced the side street. They looked up and found a sign hanging out from it, and above the door was another sign written in a few different languages. Looking down it, they found, written in Yoshian, "INN".
"This must be it," Drakonis said, "the Navel Falls View Inn. He's told me about it before, that's how I know the name."
"Well, we'd better go inside and tell them."
The two Yoshies went inside, and found a female, light green Yoshi behind it. Looking to their right, they saw what looked like a bar, with a red, male Yoshi acting as tender, serving only two, quiet customers.
"Ah, two Yoshies!" the woman said. "I'm very glad to see you, we don't get many through here."
The woman looked at the two, and with a gasp, she was suddenly on one knee, in respect to Drakonis, God of Shadows.
"Please, do not be frightened of me," he said. "We come bearing urgent news about your son, Kara. Please, feel free to stand."
"You know my name. You must be one of Dy's friends. It still surprises me how he is friends with many of the Gods."
Drakonis chuckled slightly, to be interrupted by YD's voice, "You mean, he was."
Kara Selan Yoshi, without the von Kippo as her eldest son titled himself that, looked at YoshiDude, not dressed in his Team Rocket outfit so he could go through customs, but in a T-shirt and cargo pants.
"Reuben!" she called to her husband, serving at the bar.
Reuben Tristam Yoshi came up from the other end of the counter, and was, too, on one knee.
"Please, feel free to stand, don't be afraid. We have urgent news about your son."
Reuben stood and said, "What's happened to Dy?"
"Three months ago, he received word to go to Dinokan by someone called Sir Pseudo Havering," YoshiDude started. "I'm sure you know what happened to it."
"Yes, my younger sister escaped from there," Reuben nodded.
"This Havering fellow defeated Markior in a battle in his Lair, sending him off to some other place."
"Markior? Guardian Spirit of all Yoshies, God of the Mind, defeated?" Kara nearly shouted, finding a chair behind her and sitting down in it.
"We accompanied him to Dinokan, and he told us to wait for him until sunrise as he scuba-dived," Drakonis continued. "As God of Shadows, I was able to keep the spirits under my control during the night, so we were not afraid. Sunrise came, and he didn't come up. He told us to wait for him in three months time at the Aurorium. That was last week. He said that if he wasn't there, he was to be presumed dead. And, I'm sad to say, that is the current state of things."
All seemed to fall silent. Suddenly, Kara was sobbing in Reuben's arms.
"That's the other one gone now, Reu…" she moaned.
Reuben looked at the two Yoshi travelers, a tear rolling down his cheek. "We lost Ark, and now we've lost Dyluck. This is horrible news."
"I'm sorry to have told you this," Drakonis said.
"No, don't be sorry, it was good of you to tell us," Reuben replied.
Drakonis nodded.
"We have to get back to Yamauchi as soon as possible, unfortunately," YoshiDude said. "We would stay, but we don't have the time."
"All I can say is, Markior, wherever-he-may-be, provide council," Drakonis blessed them.

* * *

Meanwhile, on the other side of the planet…
"Father, could you tell me that story, you know, about the one to come."
In a house in Southtown, Fa'Diel, a father and his young son were sitting by a fireplace, son on the rug in front of it and father in his chair nearby. It was raining outside, accompanied by the occasional rumble of thunder without malice.
The father removed his pipe, and looked down at his son, smiling as he told him the story which he liked hearing.
"Once upon a time, there was a great warrior. It was not Randi, nor his father Sarin, nor Jema. This warrior lived and died on a different world. We have only known of this world for the past eighty years…"
"Isn't it Yam…Yam-ah-oo…" the boy struggled with the strange pronounciation.
"It could be Yamauchi, though quite a number of worlds were found at the same time when the warp locations were found across Fa'Diel. This warrior lived in a time long gone. And, from that warrior, generations later, someone will come. He will be born of this world, even though his heritage lies off it. He will come back from the dead, with one of the Mana Weapons, though not the Sword."
"A few of the Weapons disappeared, didn't they?"
"True. Which one that will return is not known. However, this new warrior will hold both the fates of Fa'Diel and his own when the time comes. And he will realise this neither on his own world, nor the realm of Fa'Diel. And when he does, nation will go against nation on his own world, and here, someone will awaken from their slumber and go to meet him. Who he is, no-one knows."

* * *

The waves of nausea cleared from Lich's mind as he leaned his weight through his left arm on one of the scarred walls of the Sanctuary. His head was down, and as his vision cleared, he saw the remains of his last meal on the ground.
"What by Undine did I just see?" he murmured. He recalled with sickening detail his best friend Multex's quivering, jet black body surrounded by a transparent water-green goo…his blood?
That thought brought Lich into another spasm of vomiting, his eyes as blurry as his memory since he met that traveler in the desert, after his fight with Anubis for the Cyan Arc.
He felt the empty leather loop on his right side in the belt, a reminder of his loss.
Skerricks of visions pervaded his mind. He seemed to recall Havering with the Cyan Arc in his possession…
Words continued to cycle around in his head: "You care for others...deeply.
You're loyal to your companions, and ever devoted to the one who sets your lizardine heart a-fire...That, is why you have no chance against me, poor, hopeless guardian. You'd sacrifice yourself to save those you care for, which will get you no closer to me in the long run…"
The words had an edge of diamond-sharpened steel. Havering had attacked his love for Dragon and the very core of his existence…
Suddenly, there was the cry of "There he is! Get him!" to which Lich normally would have turned to see who was after him and taken evasive action, but in his confused state, he did nothing but blindly wander.
Something had taken out his legs from under him, and before he even realised it he was rolled over, and a sword pointed at his throat. Lich knew that sword, for there was only one of its kind: Illumina Edge. And he knew who could only hold that sword, for following the sword to its hilt, held in gloved hand, then up the chain-mailed arm, he was presented with the blond-haired, armour-clad God of Warriors, Sixtyfourhundred, standing between his legs and a boot upon his stomach, pinning him down. If it wasn't enough, Geno, the God of Holy was holding down his left foot, while Kattoshi, the female Yoshi amazon had his right. His arms were thrown out, to be treated at his right by Doubleohseven, the violet and violent, ever gun-clad Yoshi Secret Agent, and at his left, Bizzaro, God of Antimatter.
"What are you guys d-"
He turned to see Doubleohseven fire a tranquiliser into his arm, knocking him out instantly.

"Well, well, well, Dyluck, this was never expected of you, was it?"
Lich opened his eyes, and found himself seated at a desk in a back room of the Neo-Aurorium. It was in a section he had never really expected to see himself in before, the small prison used for trespassers. The stone walled and floored room was bland except for a filing cabinet and a small high-set window.
He looked into the frowning eyes of Sixtyfourhundred, leaning on the desk across from him.
"What is going on here?" Lich asked.
"Don't say you don't know, Mister von Kippo" another voice scolded him, filling the room with its musical timbre, unmistakenably Geno, Sixtyfourhundred's close confidenté.
"We know you're Tex's accomplice," said another voice, Lich turning his head to see North Brumalis, the blond-haired cyan Yoshi God of Ice and Snow.
"Tex's accomplice?!" Lich shouted.
A gloved hand slapped across his face.
"Don't give me that kind of crap," Sixtyfourhundred snarled, before he stopped leaning and trotted over to Lich. "Come with me, Dyluck."
"Call me Lich, Sixtyfourhundred, like I've told you."
Lich received another slap across his face, before a gloved forefinger was placed before it.
"You don't deserve to be called by what you like anymore."
Lich thrust his head forward, and tried to bite the finger invading his personal space. Sixtyfourhundred withdrew his hand quickly.
"And, as I've told you, don't stick things near my face otherwise they'll get bitten off, Six-four-oh-oh."
Suddenly, the point of Geno's sword was resting on his nape, the cold metal sending a chill colder than North could produce down his spine.
"And, as you can gather, it would be wise if you co-operated, Dyluck. Come with me!"
Sixtyfourhundred grabbed him roughly by the forearm and yanked him violently, causing him to knock over the chair as he stood. He then pulled him along behind him towards the door nearby, the entrance to the Neo-Aurorium. Geno was still behind him, sword resting on his nape, with North behind him.
"Enter!" called a feminine voice from within.
Oh, Elementals, is she here?
As they entered the room with its familiar long wooden table, he noticed all the seats filled by every Yoshi who frequented the realms of Olympus, and to his right, the tiered stalls were filled with all the Gods. Before him was a stand, and he was pushed up onto it, all eyes turning to him as was presented. He was forced down into his seat. As he looked around the room, there were a few notable empty seats at the table: Vector and the two side by side where Lich and his beloved Dragon would sit, and in the tiers, the front row where Markior would normally sit. But to the right, in front of that empty chair, in a stand of her own, was Luna, Goddess of the Moon and Ground, and Chief Goddess.
"So, Mister von Kippo," she scorned, her emerald-green eyes cutting deep into his soul, "we have this grand scheme of things, do we?"
"I don't even know what you're all on about!" Lich shouted in reply. "Why do I have to be trialled? What have I done?"
"If you're not going to tell us, then I guess I'll have to tell you," she replied.
"There was a snowstorm over Olympus once, and you were flying through it. Correct?"
Lich nodded, taken aback, "What's that got t-"
"You were on your Dragonite, and the two of you crashed. A group of us found you, and we nursed both of you back to health. We accepted you as one of us. Now, you've taken the chance here, Dyluck, you have been very advantageous, haven't you? Knowing that you were up here in Olympus, and of the treasures contained within the sanctuary, you built up our trust in you until you were highly respected, and people were going out of their way to be your friend.
"And then there was Mister Multex. You are his best friend, am I correct?"
"Well, I guess you could say that," Lich replied. "But what does he have to do with it?"
Geno's sword suddenly more prominent in his nape, and he felt a lone drop of blood exit its stream.
"We accepted him into Olympus foolishly. We sensed the great power that he contains. Yet, because he was not one of us, a Yoshi, we cast him aside, put him in the corner, and as he would say, 'into the shadows'. Seeing that he was generally unnoticed, you joined up with him, and the two of you hatched a scheme to break into the Sanctuary, along with a number of people. However, all these other people were not Yoshies, so only you could open the door. I call Zippo to come to the centre and testify."
There was movement in the front row of the Gods, and soon a white Yoshi, street-wise in both appearance and mind, was on walking down the stairs to the gap between the table and the stalls known as the "centre".
"So, Zippo, tell us your story," Luna said.
Zippo, God of the Yoshi Archipelago, and Protector of the Crystal Egg, dressed in a tight black t-shirt, baggy pants and a green baseball cap flipped backwards embellished with a red "Z", turned so his back was to Lich and started to address the multitude.
"I was up on the ridge nearby, going for a walk just to check things out, as I always do, because my job requires it, as y'd all know. I looked down here at the Sanctuary, and was able to see figures moving outside the door. When I looked harder, I saw him," he jerked a thumb backwards, "and he was opening it. Then this other dude was nearby, and he must have cast a spell, because I saw the doors hang loose on their hinges…I remember who it was. Do you remember that dude who defeated Markior in that battle a few months ago? It was him."
A gasp filled the chamber. Suddenly, Vapor, Sage of Water, stood up at her seat at the table and yelled, "Havering! The guy's name is Havering!"
"Thank you, Vap." Luna said, acknowledging her contribution with a nod as she sat down.
"They went in," Zippo continued. "About, oh, five minutes later, I heard someone shout 'Hello, Paradise!' behind me, and I turned and saw that Multex dude. He was too busy lookin' at the view to pay attention to me. He went down to the Sanctuary where this robot looking thing was waiting for him. They went in, and then I heard all these explosions. I reckon the whole thing was staged down there."
A vision of opening the Sanctuary doors wafted into Lich's mind out of the hazy grey area of recent times.
"Thank you, Zippo," Luna said, with a slight nod. Zippo walked back to his seat.
"So, Dyluck, once you were all inside, you continued to vandalise it, then steal the treasures, to be taken away with Multex and a companion of his who could fly, presumably that robot. Another one of these companions of Multex would be that Havering fellow, wouldn't it?"
Lich was too scared to move his head, lest Geno's blade draw more blood.
"I ask you, is Havering a companion of Multex?"
He overcame his fear and yelled "Yaho!" which is the Pandoran for "no".
"So he is then," Luna said, unable to translate Lich's native tongue.
The whole assembly gasped.
"Of course, it becomes clear to us all, doesn't it?" Poshi, the gothic Sage of Fire yelled, standing up in her seat around the table. "Markior protects the Sanctuary and its treasures; remove Markior and they're free for grabs! He got Havering to banish Markior away somewhere, then they all just walk in and grab them!"
"Thank you, Poshi," Luna nodded. The Sage of Fire sat down. "So, you had organised with Havering to defeat Markior in a battle and banish him, a feat in itself, so he could be put out of that way. I know that for a fact, as I was at that spar. I would like to call Drakonis Yoshi the Tenth and YoshiDude to come to the centre and testify as to what happened next."

"Dra?! YD?!" Lich shouted in surprise, to be ignored. "Come on, you were with me, you believe me, don't you?"
The dark-skinned, dark-haired Yoshi God of the Underworld and the blue-skinned, black-haired Team Rocket Recruit came from their respective places and stood side by side, back turned to Lich.
"We saw the events of the battle," Drakonis started off, "and, like the rest of us, were dismayed by what we saw. As we sat outside in the portico of the Lair, we noticed that the bridge had collapsed, so as we stood outside, we looked down and saw Lich climbing up the cliff, assisted by the slats in the bridge. We went inside, and he showed us a picture that he had taken with the Boomerang of Light, and it was of a scrawled chiselling into the cliff below, or so he claimed."
"Yeah, we saw that," YoshiDude agreed, then continued. "We couldn't read it, but he was suddenly scared of it, as if it was a ghost, and claimed it to be from Havering. He said that it needed him to go to Dinokan."
"Not the same Dinokan as was sunk by Golden Robo-Yoshi?" Doubleohseven asked, standing up, smiting as he said the name of his dead arch-rival. "I tried to save that place, talk no more of it."
"Please, Doubleohseven, we know it is painful for you, but we need you to bear through this," Luna said, gesturing him to sit.
As the purple Yoshi sat, a sad sigh could be heard throughout the suddenly silent chamber, before he buried his head in his hands.
"So," YoshiDude continued, "Aurora appeared in her usual flowery way, before we all went off towards the main mountain. We teleported across, and Lich, to my memory, suffered a small dizzy spell. We then started hiking, because of Lich's intolerance of teleportation, and the fact that we could not fly four people with what we had. So, when it grew dark, we camped."
"Aurora disappeared the next morning," Drakonis continued. "We looked for her, and Lich felt for her presence, but he detected the remnants of a teleportation."
"Is this true, Dyluck?" Luna asked.
"It is," Lich replied.
"With her gone, we then flew to Yoshibane, and after Lich had retrieved scuba diving gear from his house, we hired a boat and headed off to the spire of Dinokan."
"He told us to wait for him until dawn, and gave us instructions to tell his parents on the Manaworld after three months of his absence that he was to be presumed dead. We carried them out four days ago, and returned from Fa'Diel yesterday."
"Nooooooo! I can't have been gone for that long!" Lich cried, before he buried his face in his hands and started to sob. "Reuben, my father, and Kara, my mother…they'll be devastated! They'll think they've lost all their children now!"
He heard Drakonis say, "When we returned to land the next morning, I decided to check out that cliff beneath the Lair for the inscription. I searched all of the cliff where he could have possibly been, and found none."
"Thank you, Drakonis and YoshiDude," Luna stated, before she threw her hands up at face level, to each side. "So, it is up to all members of this assembly now to decide whether Dyluck Thanatos Yoshi von Kippo is guilty of being a key member of a group of malicious intent, vandalising the Sanctuary and larceny of key artifacts, including Sixtyfourhundred's cape, Drakonis' sword, and my pendant. I ask you to stand as you make your vote. Guilty?"
Much to his dismay, to create an added burden to his troubles, the vote was unanimous.
"It is decided. Dyluck Thanatos Yoshi von Kippo, due to the magnitude of these crimes, will be thrown down the Black Hole." She then turned to Lich, and said the words addressed to doomed Yoshi prisoners: "May Markior save your soul."
"He's here!" Toshi, the blue-skinned, dancing Yoshi who wore a red baseball cap everywhere, yelled, as he looked out the door. "He's here!"
"Who is?" Luna asked.
"The Markior is here!" he yelled.
Suddenly, the Aurorium emptied itself in a mad dash as Yoshi after Yoshi crammed out the door.
"Markior? Thank Undine, he's come to save my soul…" Lich said, gratified, standing up.
"You're not going anywhere, Yosh," Sixtyfourhundred scolded him. "Sit down."
Lich sat back down, with his eyes full of worry and dread.
The Black Hole! This is what I get…I did not even get a chance to have my own say in the matter…everyone was surely against me. Havering used me to steal the artifacts, and now they're blaming it on Tex and me. Wonderful. Well, my parents are going to definitely rest assured that I'll be dead after this…And what planet am I on anyway? Zolott or Yamauchi?
The Yoshies wandered back inside, chatting nervously.
"He did not save your soul, Lich, he would have said," Luna called from down the room. "You and Multex will be punished for this, the next time one of us lays hands upon him. But for now, your punishment will begin."
"Stand!" Sixtyfourhundred commanded.
To enforce it, Geno grabbed his shoulder and pulled him up.
"Come with me," was the next command from the God of Warriors.
With Geno at his back, blade pressing into his nape, and North standing watch, he was led out of the Neo-Aurorium, the crowd before him.

He was led to a large, dark hole situated about two-thirds of a mile from the Sanctuary buildings.
"Any last words?!" Luna shouted from a perch some distance away, as Lich was pushed onto the edge of the hole, the crowd gathering around.
Lich thought for a second.
"What planet is this?"
"It's Yamauchi, and your last," Luna shouted. "Any more?"
Lich looked ahead. He had seen the scenery around the black hole before, and there was something wrong with it.
"Yes. I'd just like to say that you're not on Yamauchi!"
A wave of laughter erupted.
"If you don't believe me, have a look at where the woods with the gnarled trees is supposed to be over there!"
"I see them, I'm afraid to say," Luna yelled back.
Dear Elementals, Havering's got them brainwashed, when I can see the truth. The whole thing is probably a brainwash…
"You've been brainwashed by Havering!"
A wave of laughter grew from a volcano's early spitting to its main eruption. As it died down, Luna yelled, "Anything with more meaning?"
"Don't take things for granted, as what can be given can also be taken!" Lich shouted as the top of his voice.
"That will do. Throw him in!"
With a sudden shove from behind him, Lich was soon over the edge of the hole, screaming as he fell, the cheering of the crowd shrinking as he went. With no Pokémon to support him, and no Cyan Arc, it was almost certain doom. However, Fate, after being cruel to Lich for some time past, finally decided it was time to change her attitude, and Lich landed in an icy cold underground river. He surfaced, and swam sideways to the current, which he knew would bring him to a bank. He found one, and clambered up onto it, his body catching breath in the form of a slightly stale air after its subjection. The light from the hole behind him filled the cave with a faint glow, and soon he could see the river extending in either direction into the darkness, with the bank running alongside it, with fords going between them.
He stood up, and heard as a few rocks splashed into the water. He knew they must be throwing them to finish him off from up the hole.
"Well, it looks like I'm stranded here," Lich said to the air.
Probably not, a voice entered into his mind.
"Mana Spirit? Why weren't you with me in Tullabanariga? Why weren't you with me when I lost the Cyan Arc? Why weren't you with me today?"
Because you have forgotten me. I bestowed you with great power, and I was there with you, but when you could have used me, you were more concerned with what was happening around you, not what was happening in you. I did save you when Vector was strangling you, but that was to try and attract your attention.
"I did remember, I cast spells against Anubarik!"
You forgot that I was doing them. You are selfish, concerned more about what you can do for yourself, rather than what I can. I am greater than you, or have you forgotten what you were taught? Mana is the firmament of everything in existence: seen and unseen; past, present and future.
"I have not forgotten, you have to realise that before you can even cast spells."
You just think that, you don't know that. Thinking is different from knowledge. Thinking comes and goes. But knowledge will always remain with you.
"So, why do you talk to me now, and not before?"
You were not listening, you had chances to, yet you did not.
"Why didn't I?"
Because you forgot me. I am here, clinging like a limpet to the rock of your consciousness, yet you are more concerned about the sand around your feet. No more talk, for I shall tell you of what is to come.
You have a purpose to be realised. You're not down here because the Yoshies threw you down here, it's because you have a purpose. You have to realise it, and I will show you the door to it. You see that piece of wood beside you? Pick it up, and use me to set it alight.
Lich looked beside him, and half buried was a plank of wood, brought down by a flood of some description. He dug half of it out of the soft sand, clutched it and pulled. It shifted, and as it freed itself from its silicon prison, he rolled backwards. As he looked at the wood, he noticed some scratch marks in it, as if someone was making a tally.
He concentrated on the wood and set about summoning Salamando, the Elemental of Fire, who would be contacted across the field at a speeder far greater than the speed of light.
Stop. Use me.
Lich stopped the process, and dug deep into himself, finding the Spirit of Mana. He then directed his energy through it; Mana's Spirit acting like a superconductor.
Before he even realised it, the plank was alight, giving the cave a golden glow. He looked around and saw an entry to a tunnel, leading away from the river.
Go down it.
He started walking, holding the torch aloft in his left hand. He noticed that the tunnel was caused by a small creek that was no more than a shallow trickle, and in places where it was deep enough to cover the rubber soles of his thongs, icy cold just like the river it would flow into. He winced as he walked in the deeper sections.
The tunnel twisted tremendously, causing Lich's finely tuned sense of direction to be confused, and soon he came to a point where an overhang blocked his passage except for a crack at the bottom, enough to slide himself through, where the frigid water slipped through. He took a deep breath to ready himself up before he knelt, putting the torch on the horizontal and moving it underneath the rock. He then got onto his belly and started to slide under, yelling as the water straddled his chest. He gritted his teeth and kept his head down as he went, his terracotta-coloured topmost spike on the back of his head brushing the gritty overhang. Soon there was space above him once more, and he stood up, chattering his teeth and shivering. He held the torch close to his chest to warm himself up.
And then he looked around him. He was in a chamber with a high, stalactite-filled ceiling. Dotted about on the floor were numerous stalagmites. Also, columns filled the chamber, giving the impression of a mediaeval cathedral's nave with chapels on either side. The stream flowed into it from the left, cutting a small trench.
Havering has taken this place from Yamauchi, Mana's Spirit informed him, as he started walking.
"You-ou kn-n-n-now-ow abou-out him-m th-th-then," Lich chattered.
He is disrupting the Mana Field in all parts of the universe, taking pieces of worlds and putting them here. He's not doing it himself: the planet is instructed to, and it does it for him.
Lich walked up the central chamber and found a rock protruding from the sand at the other end, rather like an altar. The torchlight fell on some text chiseled into its top surface. He had a look at it, and noticed it was written in Rhenzin, Mana's language.

The Tomb of the Warrior Recugrian.

"Recugrian?!" Lich shouted, taken aback. He lowered his voice, "He's a Yoshi Warrior from ages ago!"
Read on.
Lich did so.

If thou art a Guardian robbed, a bearer of six beasts not present, though their houses lie around thy waist, and born of another world with parentage on this one, then I tell thee of thy fate.
If thou art of these conditions, then thou art the chosen one. He, who lieth here, is thy father of nine generations.
There is a Prophecy, and thou shalt fill it. It is written by soothsayers, "The time shall come to pass when the ninth direct son of Recugrian will be born off this world. He shall come back from the dead, holding the fates of his two worlds in his hands. He will fight for them, yet on another world altogether."
That is what thy fate is. Thou holdest the fates of the world of your birth and this world in thy hands.

As Lich finished reading, he received a fright, dropping the torch into a puddle nearby. Everything became dark, heightening his fear. He ran, not knowing where he was going nor what was infront of him, in a random direction and, inevitably, into the wall of the chamber. He rebounded off it, falling over and bashing his head on a stalagmite, the darkness filling his consciousness also.

* * *

Meanwhile, on Fa'Diel, in a cave beneath the Navel Falls View Inn, Havering appeared outside a small castle built into the rock.
"Looks like Dark gave him the powers like I told him to," he muttered.
He went inside the castle, coming into a room with the decor of a palace, a chandelier hanging from the ceiling. A large flight of stairs was before him, and he went up them, turning left at the top.
Down the plushly carpeted hallway he went, until he found a closed oak door. He did not bother to open it, he simply passed through it.
There was a bed inside, and a shape underneath its covers.
"Wake up!" Havering commanded. "It's time to go and meet him."