Nathan Drake, infamous treasure hunter or a two-bit thief, depending on who you ask, was currently sitting in a chair in the apartment he shared with his brother, Samuel Drake. A month prior, he had officially divorced his now ex-wife Elena Fisher. As much as he loved Elena, he knew it was for the best. After the entire debacle involving Avery's treasure, Nathan and Elena had realized that as long as the two of them were married, neither person would be completely happy. They knew that a "normal" life would not help their relationship but they had tried. Elena bought Jameson Marine Incorporated in hopes that perhaps this way, they could get the thrill of the adventures of old. It had seemed to work but Nathan was getting too restless. Seeing that this would cause a strain, Nathan talked to Elena about it and the two decided that despite their efforts to keep their marriage afloat, there was no going back. While they still loved each other, they simply needed some time apart to sort out their feelings and priorities.
Nathan had IMMEDIATELY thrown himself back into the world of treasure hunting so he wouldn't drown in his feelings. He worked with Sam, his surrogate father Victor Sullivan and occasionally his partner of old, Chloe Frazer. The hunts were usually small little things where he would actually walk away with something. He and Sam were currently searching for something big. Something to fill their desire of adventure just like Avery's treasure. Scrolling through his phone, Nate didn't notice his brother coming into the living room.
"Nathan!" Sam says, his voice excited. After a moment of his younger brother not responding, Sam gets closer. "Earth to Nathan!"
"Huh?" Nate says, suddenly snapping out his zone of concentration. Sam chuckles. "Oh, hey Sam. You look excited."
"That's cause I am! I think I found our next big adventure!" Sam grins. Nate perks up hearing this.
"Oh? What is it?" Nate asks, his attention completely on Sam now.
"Crocea Mors!" Sam smirks.
"Wait, you mean the sword that Julius Caesar used that killed anyone in one hit?" the younger Drake asks, disbelief in his voice.
"The one and only! It ain't no ancient city buuuut it's an ancient ass sword that people would love to get their hands on."
"But that was just a myth, wasn't it? What makes you so certain that the sword exists?"
"Well, I did some digging on the internet. Turns out Prince Nennius of Britain was not only real, but the last person to officially have Crocea Mors."
"Officially have it? And do you know that he had it to begin with?"
"Well, in the legends, Julius first struck his helmet and then went to strike him again, only for Crocea Mors to get stuck in Nennius's shield. Nennius uses Crocea Mors and dies 15 days later. The legend says he was buried with it, but I don't think for very long."
"Let me guess... People found where Prince Nennius was buried and there was a sword with his body but it was not Crocea Mors?"
"Bingo! The sword was of the Roman variety but it was not golden in any way, shape or form."
"Why does that matter?" Nathan asks, his eyebrows furrowing together in confusion. Sam motions for Nathan to follow him into the little study they had for mapping crazy shit out. Following his older brother, Nathan enters the study and over to the little area Sam had dedicated to Crocea Mors.
"Because, I found records of this sword being found throughout history - even before Caesar. The exact, same sword. Not replicas, but the real thing. The weight, the balance, the design, material - everything is the same," Sam explains. "Now, after Prince Nennius and Julius Caesar, Crocea Mors doesn't pop up very often... It appears like two more times, which is why when they found Prince Nennius's body, Crocea Mors was not with. Which means it's out there, and we're gonna find it." He points to each painting and recording of Crocea Mors that he had. Nathan looks over everything and was in awe at the research Sam was able to dig up.
"Well shit, I guess we're going to London, aren't we?" Nathan says looking up. Sam had a smug smirk on his lips.
"Yes, yes we are," Sam says. The brothers Drake share a grin and head off to their respective room to get their bags packed with everything they would need. Also, they needed to fill Sully in on the details as the old man would want to know what they're up to and if there was a way he could help the brothers... And maybe keep an eye on the two. The brothers always do have the knack of getting themselves into trouble in whatever adventure they went on.