Set 3 years after the lost legacy, Samuel drake is determined to find the temple of Osiris after finding a mysterious shard that was kept hidden away by the corrupt government. Being forced upon putting his life on edge, will this be his final adventure? Will he learn to connect and value relationships? Can he steer his life the right way?

Chapter 1: Family and familiar faces

It's a typical moonlit night in the coast of Tanzania; Zanzibar, a stone town of East Africa. Trees bristling, birds have stopped singing hymns, the town is dormant with silence apart from the drifting lonely seas. Whilst everyone is asleep, there's an individual whose eyes has not set to rest. Peacefully drinking his Kilimanjaro beer in his hotel room, Samuel Drake, peers outside to see the dark clouds parting to display the lit moon. Reminiscing the same view of the skies 3 years ago in India: "Beautiful view." He whispers under his breath thoughtfully.

After his infamous expedition back in India with the Ross/Fraser duo, Samuel had not seen the two ever since, neither did he see his little brother, Nathan, or his family. A little while back, he had met up with Victor Sullivan in Cuba, but the elder Drake has been physically detached from his friends and families for 3 years. With jobs and expeditions heaping up his schedules and no times to spare he was unable to make it to family dinners and festive occasions. *But I'm not about that life* he assures himself. Somehow he sees himself in lonely situations quite repeatedly which causes him to remember those fun times he had with his family.

The Kilimanjaro had reached to the peak of being empty, so he gets enough energy to approach his unorganised desk. With the pen and paper ready to be used, he sits down on his rocky chair and starts writing:

Hey Nathan,

Hope everything's well. I'm enjoying the African culture here. The ambience of the people, the coastal setting and the weather. Best part about being alone is 1. Hooking up knowing that there's no one stalking me and 2. having the freedom to realise and think deeply about the values of friends and family. I instantly know what you'd be thinking (am I being serious right now?) Of course I am! But do you know what? I was probably lying to myself all those years about not being about that life (family type) family is important (And no I am not taking drugs Nathan!) I have my pen in my hand and I am just writing whilst thinking this through in my head at the same time. All seriousness aside... this job pays me well... and I am enjoying the sun... seas and the girlies. Send my prayers and my greetings to my beautiful sister and niece

P.S I'm flying back to the US. Hope to meet you someday

Sam

After reading and checking it ten times he goes to put the letter in the envelope to later post it. He yawns and checks his watch: "Shit I better get to sleep it's nearly 4am and I've got a flight to catch!!" He groans annoyingly leaping to immerse himself in the sheets.

Going through the Tanzanian immigration was tough and getting caught doing illegal activities would guarantee a punishment from Tanzanian government. Especially if you were deemed as an alien in the country. Corruption and bribery still exists in the government just to cut things straight and avoid jail time but Sam wanted to avoid spending time behind bars. ( in case he got caught committing bribery -He had enough of that already)

Sam has finally touched down the US. The exotic ambience is taken away from him and the urban environment starts to encapsulate him to his regular routines. He bought a modern apartment years ago in Boston, Massachusetts where he lives currently. Quite modern unlike Sam himself who is behind time.

"Honey I'm home!" He exclaims nonchalantly knowing that no one will answer him as he lives alone. He chucks his luggage and sits on his couch.

His phone vibrates from his pant pocket, and a text message from a familiar someone arrives:

Message received 14:05 from Chloe Frazer:

Hey cowboy! Been a long time no see... wanna meet up some time?

"Another time Chloe" Sam smirks and locks his phone.

Snuggled up in his couch, his eyes slowly start to shut. *its probably the jet lag* he thinks. With nothing to hold, he drifts off to sleep.

It's been two days since Sam has returned to the United States. The jet lags gone. The exotic feeling has vanished from his thoughts. Samuel is getting into his normal routine: leaving at 6am for a jog, answering his emails etc. It's 8am in the morning and the sunlight begins to sneak in between the gaps of the curtains to fall on Sam's baked, tanned skin. His eyes pucker when the light shines directly into his eyes. "Fuck I've missed my jog!" He groans into his pillow.

Boston has rare sightings for sunshines and scorching weathers and as a result of that the elder drake has to compromise his jogs when there are occasional storms which isn't favourable.

Sam jolt awake by the loud ringtone on his phone. He tries to answer the call but gets reluctant as he realises that it's an unknown caller. After 5 missed calls, Sam then listens to the voicemail the anonymous person left:

"Hey Samuel Drake I've heard a lot about ya mate. Its Harry Flynn and i called as I've got a job for you. Chill mate this isn't bullshit. Im alive and I've got a long story to tell you... look... I'm sure you've heard about me... Don't go tellin' ya psycho brother Nate bout me. I'll text you the location of the meeting point shortly... I'll see ya tosser... and I'm warnin' ya... do not tell Nathan drake bout me*

"Harry Flynn!" The elder drake yells in disbelief after the voicemail ends.

"That bastard, how the *hell* is that son of a bitch alive?!" He questions himself, last he checked, his brother recounted Flynn's untimely death in Shambala more than 9 years ago. A lot of things are circulating in Sam's head but he avoids jumping into conclusions.

After seeing the location texted to him. He gets up and heads to the bathroom to clean himself. As for breakfast, Sam takes a bottle of Bacardi and downs the glass of alcohol before taking a note on his journal; writing the date and marking location of the rendezvous with Flynn.

"Miami here we come..."

Please do review... I need feedback on this chapter so I can write the next :)