"You're back! ... with pizza?" Wanda's brows furrowed, her hands out toward me as I handed her the box.
"Beka wanted some," I nodded slowly, taking a seat next to her in her bed as she opened the box and took a slice between her lips before turning to look at me.
"Is she all settled?" she asked.
I hummed and nodded.
"What's wrong?" she pushed, her brows furrowing further.
"What books about witchcraft have you read?" I asked.
"What?"
"Witchcraft, prophecies, stuff like that," I added.
She shook her head slowly, "since when do you read-"
"Wanda, what books?" I cut her off.
"I don't know ... I've read some about the infinity stones, Asgard, Karmar Taj, Salam; what sort of thing are we talking about? I'm so confused?"
"Beka told me about the sorcerer supreme, how much do you know about that?" I replied quickly.
"Can you tell me what this is about first," her brows furrowed as she searched my eyes.
"A stupid 'prophecy' about me I think, or at least that's what Rebeka thinks; she said there's books about it and I could bet money on the fact you've read them," I explained slowly, "am I right?"
"I dont know about any prophecy but I do know about the sorcerer supreme," she nodded, "what did she say to you?"
"Apparently, the next sorcerer supreme is supposed to be a young witch with the abilities of the power stone," I told her, "that's got to be me, right? I know Beka doesn't have the best streak of telling the truth but I have a horrible feeling there's truth in this one."
Wanda nodded slowly, "I might have a book that mentions something like that ... hang on, wait here."
She climbed off her bed and pulled open her wardrobe, a few items of clothing falling out like a waterfall as she sighed and clicked her fingers, the items floating around her room as she used her powers to flick through the boxes upon boxes of shit until she pulled out a small black safe and floated it over to the bed as she put her abilities on autopilot to clear the rest of the mess before she sat back down opposite me and fiddled with the lock on the box now in her lap.
"Why are they in a safe?" I asked.
"I stole them from Hydra when I left," she told me with a small smile.
"Nice," I laughed out my nose as the box popped open and she pulled out three cloth bound, musty smelling books.
All three had a different design on the front. The top one was a dark blue and had a black star in the middle of the front cover, no name or title. The middle one looked like it was once black but was now grey from sun damage and had a silver sun in the middle as the final one was a maroon colour with a gold padlock on the front and a lock on the side. Wanda put the first two back and grabbed a small set of keys from inside the same box and unlocked the maroon book, letting it rest on her lap as she opened the first page.
"How do you know what you're-"
"Shhh," she whispered, closing her eyes as she held her hands over the book before it lit up scarlet with her powers and flicked the pages quickly for her until it stopped on a spread with an image of the power stone and a map.
Wanda's eyes opened as she looked down to the pages and ran her forefinger over the writing.
"Young witch," she read aloud, "power stone, sorcerer supreme, assassin, darkhold ... yeah sounds like you."
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The Prophecy
Fanfiction"I'm not a good person," I told her, my hands on her shoulders, "I've done things you can't even imagine, you don't want to love someone like me." "I can't help it," she laughed out her nose, searching the both of my eyes with a small smile, "I wish...
