A Soul's Past and Future

Prophecy

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Chapter 28: Prophecy

Peter found himself in the middle of a battle field. Rubble was everywhere. The ground was scorn and small flames danced across the area. The sky was dark and cold but the air was hot and smokey. Peter frantically looked around, trying to spot anyone familiar. Unfortunately, he found no one. He was alone.

Something heavy was weighing down his pocket. Peter checked and took out the soul stone. It shone in the dark. Illuminating his face in an orange glow. That's when he noticed the eye of agamotto still around his neck. Opening the eye, the time stone shone through. It's green light countering the orange light of the soul stone. There was a tug in his gut as a purple light brighten up his face. The power stone was floating right in front of his heart.

Suddenly, a blue light joined the mix. Looking up, Peter saw the tesseract floating in front of him. He reached out to it and as he plucked it from the air, the tesseract broke and revealed the space stone. A bright red light overpowered the other colors. Reality circled space.

All six stones danced around Peter.

"Wielding all six stones is foolish not to mention fatal. Especially to someone like you."

Peter scanned the area but found no one around. "Where are you?"

"Even with the blessing of the other wielders, you cannot wield all six on your own."

Peter took a moment. The voice sounded familiar. It was stern yet gentle. Calm yet bold. He heard this voice before. Yet, he couldn't place where he heard it from.

"You are an interesting one, Peter Parker. I can see why the stones have taken a liking to you."

"What?"

"Listen here and listen closely child."

Peter looked around, still trying to find where the voice is. A thick fog started to surround the area, making it look like a spooky abandoned place. The voice rang out, strong and hypnotizing.

"Missing pieces found in cages of cold,
The broken soul stops to control.
A puzzle to be solved by a teenage mind,
One spark ignited only to be left behind.
A race with time, a power to raze,
With a single choice to end his days.
Realities battle, to make things right,
A path in space, it's fight or flight."

Silence followed. Peter blinked in confusion and mentally groaned. What was that? He really didn't have time for more riddles. Life was already hard enough. Why couldn't this person, creature, entity or whatever they were, just hand him a silver platter with an easy to follow, self-explanatory set of orders? But no, it just had to be another hard riddle that didn't make sense. Seriously, what's with the stones and riddles?

"What does any of that even mean?" Peter asked out loud, exasperated. "None of that makes sense."

"Remember what I've told you child. You cannot possess them on your own."

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Peter woke up with jolt. He was breathing heavily. Laying on his back, Peter put his right arm over his eyes and his left hand on his stomach, trying to steady his breathing. He swallowed and took another deep breath then exhaled. He removed his arm and placed both hands on his stomach as he stared blankly up at the ceiling.

Peter took a quick look around the room. Yes, room. He's not sleeping on the couch here at the compound. Technically, this wasn't his room. It was the room he shared with Cooper and Nate. Somehow, the two convinced Peter to sleep in the extra bed in their room. Why they wanted Peter to sleep in their room? Peter really had no clue. Nate said something along the lines of 'it's better than a couch'.