Chapter 14: Return
Every return is sad in some way. Lara was more than used to it. The only one jumping in excitement was Jean, since for the first time, he had access to Loanna’s underground tomb, now finally unwarded, with nothing blocking his way. Apparently, the function of that sacred sanctuary had definitely ended. No more messages. No more secrets. It was wide and ready for human plunder.
The French Egyptologist made the arrangements at full speed. In just a few hours he contacted the medievalists that would cooperate, gave away the dig’s rights to a specialist in Middle-Ages Egypt, and was reassured in contenting himself with the merits of the discovery. Not for a moment thought about Kurtis' opinion on it, nor did he bother to ask about the message that Loanna had delivered or why Anna and Lara seemed so downcast.
Not because he was a bad person, though. Simply, the man had many things in his head at that time, and he overflowed with enthusiasm.
Yes, the return to Cairo hotel was sad
Chapter 13: Fate
It was like walking in a dream.
She could be fourteen years old and considered herself, in many aspects, already a woman, but truth be told, she was still a child. Children rarely doubt their parents, they trust them, believe in their words. She wasn’t different at all and the ties that bound her to Lara and Kurtis were even tighter, as she’d been instructed to trust, to obey, to act fast, both alone and as a team, because her safety depended on it when traveling with them around the world.
But to have before her eyes the realization of what they had told her was real, that it actually happened, even though she’d believed them blindly regardless of whether she saw it or not, was a rewarding, euphoric sensation.
There was Loanna's tomb, and it was just as they had described it. The circular, large chamber, with traces of soot and scorched stone where Karel's powers had impacted. The beautiful white sarcophagus in the centre, with the reclining lady, delicate, beautiful
Tomb Raider Legend: Crashing
The Himalayas stood in watchful silence, their steep, craggy tips thrusting upwards through the dense grey fog. The low-hanging storm clouds that blocked out the midnight sky seemed to balance precariously atop them, growling and snarling ominously like hungry predators waiting for their prey. An occasional streak of lightning ripped them open, a silent flash of blinding white light that momentarily revealed the sky, but the frayed edges always blended seamlessly and rapidly together again.
The stuttered roaring of a plane engine seemed like a faint echo of the sinister thunder, and the mountains impassively followed the vehicles path as it soared through the fog. Lightweight and small for a plane, it was built for speed and shaped accordingly for the best aerodynamics. The outer casing was painted a pale, snowy white. This was a private jet; no commercial airlines logo was splashed noisily across the side, and the main body was s
Anna Croft: A Warrioress in the Making - section 5
As they are both laughing, Lara walks down the stairs and says,
"Right I've just spoken to James and I've got some news for you, Anna!"
Then she turns to Chad in a manner as if he doesn't belong in her house.
"Well?" Anna says."Don't mind Chad he's a close friend."
"Right." Lara says as she pauses.
So Anna proceeds to introduce Chad.
"Lara this is my best friend Chad, Chad this is my aunt Lara."
Chad puts his hand out to Lara, Lara pauses and looks at Anna with an expression that says "you keep strange company," and then proceeds to shake Chad's hand.
Lara then turns to Anna and asks, "could I have a moment with you Anna?"
"Yes, certainly," she replies.
So they walk into the back courtyard of the manor, for privacy.
"So, James said he wants to come and talk with you."
Anna puts her hand to her forehead, cringing at the thought of having to explain herself to her father.
Lara says, "I would like you to stay here with me Anna. I always wanted to visit you more, but the combination of my
Tomb Raider - SurvivorJust a girl...
once a student
deserted. On my own
among the unknown.
my life is torn
I am scared
I am not prepared.
Signs "be bewared"
I am warned
How will I survive?
At the end of this nightmare
will I still be alive?
I know this is the place where...
I shall not be mourned.
I am just a girl
Just me, a castaway
hoping to last day by day
To get out, only one-way
This life is torn.
A survivor is born.