Hope Is The Last Thing Ever Lost...

The Prophecy

In the Jedi's darkest hour, the galaxy will cry out for help, and the universe will answer.

A great warrior will one day rise up, with powers unknown. He will become the most strongest man in the galaxy and fight back the evil empire.

He will be this universe's greatest hope, and shall restore balance to the natural order of life.

Power will be given, strength will be tested, but as the sun dawns on the new horizon

The Empire will fall at the hands of The Spider...

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Every Jedi knows of the prophecy. Whether or not you be a Padawan or a master, every single force wielder has heard the tale of the savior of the balance.

The savior of the force.

Even the Sith, over the years have become wary wether or not the prophecy will come true. Which is why The Emperor gave Lord Vader the order to kill everyone in the temple, youngling or not.

He couldn't risk it if one of them, some day became the warrior the prophecy foretold about.

But no one knew that was his reason of course, they assumed it was because he wanted the Jedi extinct, which he did. He wanted all of those vermin dealt with, but the main reason behind it was in fact, the prophecy.

If anyone ever had found out, the Emperor would seem weak to some of his allies for being sacred of a man who probably didn't even exist. His soldiers would call him afraid and he was no coward, he was the all Powerful emperor of the galactic empire.

He had no weakness...

After almost two decades, the empire has stood tall and proud but these, rebels have made leeway these past few years and it was starting to agitate him to a degree.

The Death Star was almost done, another five years from now and his weapon would be complete. He was on the precipice of total galactic rule of the galaxy. No one would dare get in the Empire's way after his super weapon was complete.

Then, not even the Spider from the prophecy could end his rule...

He'd be completely unstoppable...

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Peter woke with a gasp of air...

He quickly sat up and grabbed at his chest, clutching his armor that was still fully encompassing his body, taking in a deep breath full of air, trying to calm himself down a bit from the sudden overstimulation of his senses.

He opened up his armor around his chest and clutched his middle like he would vanish into dust once more, trying to steady his breathing still.

Nothing made sense to his mind at the moment. One moment he was on Titan, slowly crumbling to dust and the next, he was back from the dead and suddenly in this, weird purgatory area?