The ReckoningLara was as much a part of that island as the ocean itself.Her hair, red as the dawn, would lap against the shore of her back. The wind would dance through her eyes, shining. She would always be at the docks, staring out across that eternity, waiting, as if she knew what was coming.The day It came, it brought terror. Children screamed, mothers and fathers wept and threw themselves into the water in hopes of escape. The sky burned red like blood and the sun fell black. Fire rained down, tongues of hell swallowing their mortal banquet. The very ocean blazed in agony.And Lara stood on the docks, staring, her eyes fixed on that crimson sky, unflinching, unmoving. The wind was gone from her eyes. The day the island perished, a piece of Lara was lost with it.And that island, that place where her heart dwelled, that place irrevocably tied to her soul…She would never see it again.