Lady Lara Croft
Once again, I am on a turnstile. I run forward and a woman standing on the edge of the crevasse catches my eye. Something stirs inside me. A memory. I watch her blue, striped skirt fluttering in the breeze. Then, with a jolt I realize who the person is. "Mother?" I ask with my voice unsteady. The woman doesn t respond. "Mother, it s me, it s Lara!" I cry once again and take a few steps toward her.
My mother turns and looks at me. I gasp. She doesn t look like herself anymore. Her tattered clothes reveal her rotten, bony skin. Half of her face looks human, with warm brown eyes. She stumbles towards me, with her arms open. Her legs are rotten and bleeding.
My mother has turned into a thrall.
I gasp once again and remove my handgun from my holster. "No...No My mother is dead. My mother died a long time ago." I whisper to myself.
"You are not my mother" I say and with that, I shoot the woman several times. She stumbles back and falls down the crevasse Into the eitr Hot tears sting my eyes. I feel like I can rip open. I put my gun back into the holster and sprint towards the chasm. I crouch down and wipe a tear on my wetsuit. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see my mother s body, lying limp in the eitr. And with that, I realize I have lost everything.
My mother, my father and Alister.
Five sharp nails dig into my skin. I turn around and find myself staring at my doppelganger. She stares at me with no emotion. She grabs my arm and flings me towards a rock. I skid down and let a few tears of agony escape.
My legs fell like they are made of jelly; but even then, I stand up and pull Thor s hammer from my backpack. But the doppelganger is too quick for me. She grabs the hammer, flings it across the room, punches me in the shin and runs away towards a rock. I gasp and look up. She is lifting the rock. I feel blood tricking down the back of my head. I feel angry, sad, guilty and every bad emotion in the world.
Suddenly, a red light surrounds the rock. It is flung off, away from her reach. I catch the sight of shiny, dirty blond colored hair fluttering in the air.
Amanda is flying.
She flings herself off the turnstile and levitates the doppelganger and throws her into the eitr filled pool.
I run towards her, stopping only to grab Mjolnir. "Trust me, I wanted to let her finish you off" She says before I open my mouth. I try to argue, but before I say anything, an army of thralls comes marching down the corridor. "I ll hold them off, you go and stop Natla!" Amanda says and conjures up the strange entity, on which she has gained control.
"But- "I try to say.
"Go" She commands and breaks the skeletons of a few thralls.
"If you don t, the Midgard Serpent will tear the world apart! And only Thor s hammer can stop it!" She tells me and turns her attention towards the thralls.
I feel tears escaping my eyes. But I ignore them and run towards the corridor which leads to the room containing the Midgard Serpent. And I don t feel ready to face the metaphor.
I see Natla, flying high over the giant mechanical structure, which is held up by three buttresses and I know exactly what to do