This is my first 'Tomb Raider' 'fic, so don't know how it'll turn out, but hope it does well.
This first chapter will be in the third-person, but the rest will be in the first-person of Lara.
Haven't really got anything else to say, but I hope you enjoy, and here's the first chapter:
Yesterday's Shadow (Chapter 1) – Sand and Her
Water spat out, breath heavy – only a young girl, but here, in the place where she was alone; Alone besides her mentor.
"Just hold your breath – it's easy"
"I can't"
A sigh. "You wanted to come with me, Lara – I know you're stronger than this – it's only a little further"
The ceiling, claustrophobic, hung too lowly, and the sides seemed to engulf the middle; blunt rock arched across the open space, leaving the only passable way submerged under orange-stained stream. Dirty, shaking eyes shot a look of desperation to their mentor.
She felt helpless – she had to become stronger; like a machine that you turn on, she had to turn on some genre of bravely, from somewhere.
With no words, Lara of fourteen years nodded assertively to the obstacle, and dragged herself underwater; whips of air bubbled flooded her wake, leaving no still motion, lungs felt like exploding, but she remained, unwavering – sunlight her guiding beacon.
Water spat out again, choking, desperate breaths, but she was free.
Lara grinned a true grin, mostly proud of her courage.
"That wasn't so bloody hard, after all" She laughed, though her exasperation contradicted the statement.
The irony made her laugh, still.
Clearer water danced, accompanying the sand shoals and long, hung-over branches of fresh greens and lined whites. Lighter eyes focus and relax upon seeing their teacher arriving safely from the other side.
"How was that? Did I do well?" Lara begged an answer with her excitement.
A gold pendant, augmented with red jewels and fine crystals became so from the teacher's pocket – their keeper's eyes attention entirely upon it.
"Well, did I?" Eyes waited eagerly.
And with that, her mentor smiled.
And with that, a shot resounded from around, birds flew, water ducked, tress bent, but the shot hit exactly where it had intended – the cold bullet split and ran with warm blood.