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Chapter 1: Am I dreaming

19 years later

The wind sent daggers across her face as she ran through the empty forest, trying to put some distance between herself and the creature in pursuit.

"Raaaaaghhhhh!" The Demon behind her screeched in masochistic agony; the roar was concerningly close.

Her ears throbbed with pain, sending her mind into a hazed state. Too distracted to notice, she accidentally fell at the edge of a pool of water, crashing her head against the mud. She looked up and caught a glimpse of the water, seeing her reflection. Her head was smeared with blood, and she had several scratches on her face. Her pearly-white hair was tainted with her own red.

"Come on, get up. Keep moving!" She tried to motivate herself. I can't give up. She dug her fingers into the soil; slowly, her torso started to rise. In the distance, she saw a mirror: her escape. It sat there idly, waiting to be used.

"Just a little further!" She told herself. Fifteen meters to go. Ten meters to go. Five me-

"Rrrrrroooooaaaaghhhh!" The Demon practically exploded through the trees. She rolled onto her back while the demon let out a lowly growl, wanting to get a glimpse of the creature. What she saw shook her to the core: Leathery skin, long since drained of humanity, clung onto rotten flesh. It's figure, emaciated and cadaverous, bore multiple lacerations and scars: each one telling its own story of genocidal murder. Its eyes. Oh those eyes. Its eyes were hollow, red slates; they were all dilated and bloodshot. Its gaze held no regret. No remorse. Her face started to burn against the demon's glare as it looked deep into the depths of her soul, reassuring her that all hope was lost.

She tried to back away, but found herself cornered against a rock. The demon let out a sadistic smile. It was going to enjoy this. She was out of ideas, she had to do something, albeit anything. If this didn't work, she would have to resort to the few magic spells she knew. As a last-ditch attempt, she screamed into the open air.

"PLEASE! SOMEONE! ANYONE! HELP ME!"

There was an eerie silence for a few moments.

But nobody came…

A claw barreled at her face as she screamed bloody Mary.

"WHAT WAS THAT?!"

She sat straight up in her bed. Grabbing her chest, she palmed her heart, feeling the rapid pulses in her fingertips. She wanted to believe it was a dream, but something told her it wasn't. No, it was way too realistic, it couldn't have been. But then what was it?

"That...that felt too real!" She said out loud.

Her phone started to vibrate violently while playing a song she was familiar with. The numbers 'six thirty' blinked repeatedly over the glass screen; she turned it off.

"Now, time to get ready for that meeting I have with my advisor." She scrambled out of her bed, and made her way to her closet. She didn't have anything special or too fancy, and on most days she wore what was present. She had a variety of mixed traits, but perpetual vanity wasn't one of them. She picked out a red long-sleeved shirt, with a pair of black pants.

Once she was dressed, she walked out of her apartment, and locked it behind herself. Little did she know, at the corner in the room, within the shadows of early dawn, there were a pair of two blue eyes looking at her through her bedroom mirror.

She walked into her advisor's office without a moment to spare, not bothering to knock, and took a seat across from her desk.

"Sorry to bother you this time in the morning." Contrary to her suspicions, Ms. Lee maintained her stoic gaze and smiled warmly in return.

"You're not bothering me, so that's quite alright, Ms..." Ms. Lee paused and began to riffle through some papers on her desk.

"Just Klara will be fine."

"Klara, right. Forgive me, I'm more used to dealing with more...troubled students." Ms. Lee exclaimed.

After a few moments of her looking through drawers, she found the right document, and slid behind her desk. As she scanned the pages, her cheery smile melted into a questionable frown, proceeding to look up at Klara.

"You're a perfect student. It's only been a couple of weeks into the year, but your grades and attendance are excellent," Ms. Lee took a pause, "So, I've got to ask, Klara. Why are you here?"

"It's hard to describe. I know I should be happy, but I'm just…not." Klara looked at her hand, looking upon the sun that was all too familiar with her. She still had so many questions, but her foster parents had always told her that she was special, and left it at that; that was until they passed away last year. She shook her head at the thought of them, "I try so hard, but no matter what I do, it always feels like I'm partaking in a destiny that doesn't belong to me. As if I'm staying in a place I'm not supposed to be in." She couldn't help but feel guilty while she looked up at her advisor.

"And…What exactly is it that you're waiting for?" Ms. Lee asked, adopting a tone that didn't show irritation, but rather curiosity.

"I guess I'm looking for a life of adventure."

"WHAT?" Her nonchalance quickly turned to questionable surprise.

"A life exploring new places, collecting ancient artifacts. Just like that famous explorer, Lara Croft, who just vanished nineteen years ago. I want to follow her footsteps. Finish what she left behind, and unlock the secrets of this world. Hopefully, I'll even find out what happened to her. That's not too much to ask, is it?"

It was interesting just how coincidental some details were between the two. How their last names were the same. How she was nineteen this year, yet Lara Croft disappeared nineteen years ago. She was an orphan, according to her foster family. They took her in when she was only six months old. They used to tell her bedtime stories of another world of magic and shadow wars. The thought had come to her: maybe. just maybe.. This was where her real parents were.

"These are certainly some… unique ambitions, but I can't help you live in a world where the famous Lara Croft lived. Hell, I was merely a young professor when she went missing. Some say that her demons finally caught up to her. Others say she went into hiding with a man of obscured origin, but truth be told, we will never know."

"Yeah…I know you can't. I just wish I knew what I was looking for. Who I was meant to be. But whatever it is… it's not this, nor in this place."

"I know you're at a crossroads right now, and one of your options would mean dropping out of UCL."

"It crossed my mind…" Klara sighed.

"Please don't do it. You're going through a phase of radical ideas. You don't want to discover that you've given up your chance to get a degree in Human Resources, do you?"

"But… but what if you're wrong? What if it's not a phase?"

"Do me a favor, go home, and think about it. Will you do that for me?"

"Sure…I guess I can do that." Klara answered. With an approving nod from Ms. Lee, she turned to leave.

Klara stood in her room within her one-bedroom apartment, and looked at herself in the mirror in front of her.

"I know you belong somewhere else, I know it! There's more to you than this life." She didn't know who she was directly talking to, but she was in deep contemplation while she laced out her current thoughts.

Suddenly, the lights in the room started to flicker, increasing in intensity with every successive addition.

"What the hell…?"

Something caught her attention out of the corner of her eye- a glint in the mirror. She saw a girl. A girl who looked identical to her, but with white hair instead.

"Huh? That…That looks like my face, but…"

She raised her hands to her face, but when her reflection didn't move with her, she froze.

"Am I… Am I dreaming again?"

She reached for the mirror and touched its cold surface. Without warning, something started to grip her hand.

"Whoah!"

She tried to pull back, but her hand wouldn't move. Her palm started to sink into the glass, then her forearm, and before she knew it…

"Wait, wait, please wa-"

A blood-curdling scream pervaded the air as she was consumed by the mirror...