Hey guys! Kept you waiting, huh? Well here is the chapter. A rather short one, but I worked for some time on it. More than average that is. Happy Reading! More after the chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own Tomb Raider. Nor do I know any of the medical stuff here. I just winged it. Sorry for the inaccuracies.

Warning: Lesbian themes ahead.


Epilogue…?

"Daddy, daddy, look what I found." said a young Lara pulling at her father's pants. The elder Croft turned and looked at her smiling.

"Lara, sweetie, daddy's working. Why don't you show Uncle Roth?" her father asked her, turning away. Heartbroken, the little croft turned, wiping tears from her eyes, and walked away from her father. As she came under a peach tree she stood there and stared at the jade stone in her hand.

"He doesn't even care…" she sobbed throwing it away. As the stone landed on the ground a young Roth picked it up.

"What's wrong, Lara?" he asked her, placing his hand on the sobbing girls shoulder.

"I found something, and daddy doesn't even want to see it. He doesn't even care anymore." Roth sat down next to the girl, rubbing the stone between his fingers.

"Your father may not look like he cares about you Lara, but he does. It's just… losing your mother took its toll on the old man." Roth stated staring at the pendent.

"Let's not talk about sad things, now. Not on a special occasion." he said trying to elicit a response from the girl.

"What occasion?" the little Croft asked, the sorrow of her red eyes now replaced with a mild curiosity.

"Well your first discovery, of course." Roth said, smiling as he bound a rope around the stone. Lara just smiled and hugged him. "Thank you." She said.

Patting the girls head he slipped the pendant around her neck.

"Don't thank me. It was your discovery. After all you're a Croft."


"I don't think I'm that kind of Croft." Lara said taking the axe from her mentor.

"Sure you are. You just don't know it yet."

The survivor stood up, attaching the climbing axe to her belt. As she searched the abandoned camp to find a way up, she came across a wall with stone worn enough to climb.

"This should do." She said to herself.

Jumping up, she struck the axe against the surface. It caught the stone.

She started her climb.


Her fingers were becoming numb from holding on the axe for dear life. The ice beneath it was cracking. She had to climb faster. She had to get to the top before Mathias completed the ritual.

Throwing caution to the wind, she planted her foot against the cracking ice wall and pushed herself upward. Her hand shuddered as her axe sunk on a higher hand hold

The elements raged around her. Snow. Water. Lightning. Debris. Ice. It was all swirling around the mountain. Destroying it. Reshaping it. And along with the mountain, it was reshaping the survivor who was scaling it.

Her mentor's voice rang in her head. She would do it. She wouldn't give up on Sam. She had lost enough people in her life. Her mother. Her father. Roth. Alex. This dreaded island would not take one more from her.

The sun queen would not have Sam. She would have to kill the archaeologist first. No, she would have to kill the Croft first.


The walk back down was peaceful. With her Sam pressed up against her chest, the survivor made her way to the docks. As soon as she reached the boat, her friends helped her. As they left the dreaded island, a quiet calm came over her. She reflected on her change. She thought back on her father's crazy expeditions.

Maybe he was right. Maybe there was something more to the world we called normal. She stood staring at the horizon.


The horizon seemed so calm, after the storm on the island. The young croft watched as the love of her life sobbed at her grave. She watched as her friends paid her respect to the body of the dead Croft.

She watched as the casket was closed and lowered into the ground. She watched as everyone left. She watched as Sam stayed and cried. She wanted to cry with her. Yet she was separated from her by an eternity. It was all over. She would never see Sam again.

The thought brought tears to the eyes of the croft. She reached out to touch her Sam. And yet she couldn't. All she was, all that was left of her was thought. Formless. Weightless. Timeless.

But why was her chest hurting?

Why was the sky thundering?

Why was the world turning red?

Her chest hurt. The rain started coming in sheets. Sam never moved from the grave. Her chest hurt. Her throat constricted. She couldn't breathe. She was drowning. Her chest hurt. The thunder made her head pound. The lightning blinded her. The mourning filmmaker never moved. Her chest hurt.

Time stood still.


She woke up, as the crying filmmaker brought her hand down on the archaeologist's chest.

She wasn't dead.


There you go. Not really the epilogue after all. Don't worry we have a few more chapters to go. Before that time though, I want your opinion on me writing a Legend of Korra fan-fic. A high school AU. Korrasami. I'm not really sure about bending, but I have a basic plot planned out. Should I do it?