Alright, so this is my THIRD Tomb Raider story, so if there isnt any intrest shown I'm going to abandon this project until I'm done with Silent Hill. If people do like this (I know TR 2 was the more popular of the classics) then I'll gladly continue this. Ive had one faithful reviewwe for my TR 1 novelization, so big kudos and thank you to LaraxCroft!
The war that had waged for so long was nearly complete. The warrior monks of Tibet had fallen to the army of the Emperor, his key to winning being that he possessed a simple dagger that wielded more power than even the Ark of the Covenant.
The legend surrounding it was that if you were a true believer, and pierced your heart with the blade, you would be endowed with the powers of a dragon. Now, an enormous dragon was terrorizing the local monks who fiercely guarded the Great Wall.
A wounded monk, who had been shot and was dazed and confused, came too as the deafening footsteps of the beast approached, the dagger, glowing with mystical power, protruding from the monster chest. The dragon blew a blistering hot breath of fire, the screams of dying men and the smell of blood the only thing the poor warrior could sense.
But he summoned his strength and stood, reaching out toward the handle of the weapon. He grasped it, pulling it from the body of the beast. Orbs of light were seemingly absorbed into the dagger, and the dragon fell down dead.
The Emperor fell down beside the fallen monster, the battle finally over. Only the outcome had suddenly turned. The warrior monks finally had the Dagger of Xian. Not wanting to risk any more than what they'd already lost, the dagger was taken back to it's original resting place deep within the Great Wall, the monks vowing to be its protector from that day forward.