/ Hello! This chapter is mainly a background chapter for Rose Anderson, my OC, so that you can get to know her a little.I know it's gonna be a bit boring, you can even skip it if you want to. I promise the next chapter is goint to be more exciting and gonna contain more Sam Drake, guaranteed. Please give it a chance if you have the time. :) Thank you so much! :)

Ps.: Sorry if the English is sometimes strange, it's my second language so that's why there are weird grammar mistakes :) /

Chapter 1: Rose Anderson

When Rose was a small child, she loved to listen to her mother's bedtime stories about famous historical figures and legends of long forgotten lost cities and civilizations.

She always fell asleep listening to how Ehnaton changed the religion of the Ancient Egypt or how the chiming bells and singing from Kitezh could be heard from under the waters of Lake Svetloyar on very silent days.

But her favorite stories were always the ones about the Lost city of Z. She kept asking her mother to tell those stories again and again until she herself knew them word by word.

"Aren't you bored of these stories sweetheart?" Mariah, her mother, asked sometimes when her daughter begged her to tell them again. " You already know them by heart."

But Rose never really got tired of listening to her mother telling about the legend of the-never-found huge city in the heart of the Amazonas Basin.

She always saw herself by the side of the famous English adventurer and archeologist, Percy Harrison Fawcett as they cut the huge, deep green leaves of the jungle, going deeper and deeper into the humid and dangerous rainforest. Being all dirty, completely sweaty and tired but still brave and determined at the heart.

Fighting off huge tigers and venomous snakes was always part of her imaginations alongside the pictures of herself wielding swords and shooting at enemies from behind the cover of huge mossy trees even though in real life she was afraid of sleeping in the dark and thunderstorms and never dared to speak to strangers unless her mother was there with her.

She grew up listening to these stories as an only child to Martha, whose husband left them when Rose was only two years old. Even though it wasn't forbidden for him to come and visit his daughter, he stopped coming after some time. Rosie, as her mother always called her, didn't understand why he never came again and after a while she just accepted it. She explained it with the fact that she might not be important, that's all.

Her favorite hobby soon became burying herself in books and concentrated on studying hard because she wanted to achieve something. Something that would make her important and acknowledged among people. She wanted to become a famous historian with important discoveries and papers published in big magazines.

That and her mother's stories were the factors that helped her made up her mind about what to choose as a profession. So, she studied so hard, finishing high school with a full A school report.

She got accepted to an excellent university and things were going just fine in the first two years. Rose was still an excellent student and her professors knew her name and really liked her enthusiasm. But then, when Rose was only 21 years old, her mother got very sick.

She tried to stay strong as she watched her mother slowly dissolving into nothing. Seeing Martha loose more and more weight every day, and seeing how much hair was abandoning her body every time she brushed her it out, slowly broke her inside, but she couldn't let her mother see it.

So, she always put up a smile before entering her hospital room and strictly only cried at night when she was completely by herself.

On the very last day, when Rose went to visit her mother after her classes, Martha weakly grabbed her hand and looked her in the eyes. Rose saw how little light was left in her mother's gaze and felt her stomach twist in fear.

"Rosie, my sweetheart." Martha started. "Listen to me." Her voice was weak and hoarse. "I want you to promise me that you won't give up on your goals even when I'm gone.."

"Mom, please..." She started but her mother stopped her with a weak and barely noticeable motion of her hand.

"You have to continue with your life, please promise me this! You can't give up on your dreams and everything you have ever worked for so hard before. You're such a strong woman..." Rose saw the pain in the eyes of Martha and saw how important it was to her. Even though she felt that she wouldn't have the strength to keep it, she promised she'd finish her studies. This was the very last day they spoke. Martha died that night and left Rose on her own.

The only reason she coped with her grief and continued with school was because she promised it. She still got the maximum out of her grades but the light of her eyes was gone.

She thought Percy Harrison Fawcett and his discoveries of the City of Z would make a dear topic for her master's thesis but it only made

things harder. Sometimes when she tried to read through it, all she could think of was how her mother would've loved it and how much she could help her write this.

On these occasions Rose simply put her papers back to the bottom of a drawer and didn't touch them for days. The days then became weeks and the weeks slowly became months. She was now 27 years old. Her thesis grew with her and became 300 pages long already - though still far from being finished.

To help herself stay inspired on writing Rose moved to Rio de Janeiro in South America, and started working at the National Library of Brazil, so that she could earn money and support herself but at the same time still be able to easily get the books she needed.

It was a boring job but had its perks. All she had to do was keeping an eye out on the visitors, help them find the books they needed and take the ones left on the tables back to their places. And this way she even had the chance to study the very own notes of Percy Harrison Fawcett! Even if the only times she could touch them were way after the closing hours of the library, when all of her colleagues already went home.

Every day was the same for Rose - she woke up, got ready for work and spent her whole day at the library. After work she either ate at some small local restaurant or went home and ordered a takeout.

She lived alone and even though her coworkers tried to invite her out sometimes she never said yes. She didn't want to invest in friendships that would eventually come to an end someday. Also Rose never thought of the possibility of someone liking her for herself and it was easier like this.

She didn't even find herself too attractive either. She often looked in the mirror and tried to look flirty or smirky but she always stopped it quickly as she thought it looked ridiculous on her. Rose was a 165cm tall woman with pale skin which got all freckled up when the sun shone on it. Her hair was mildly curly and mousy color, being curlier at some parts and straighter on the others, reaching all the way down to her back. She hated how it was always in her eyes and face so she usually just wore it in either a half bun or a half updo just to get it out of the way.

Her body was nothing special either. She was thin but not fit at all, as she was sitting above books all her life.

Overall, Rose didn't think of herself as a woman who would catch the attention of any men. The only thing she liked about herself was her green

eyes, that had some brown patterns around her pupils and some barely noticeable blueish mixed in her iris.

She only had one romantic relationship behind her but since Rose and her ex didn't exactly had the same field of interests nor goals in life, they just ended their relationship in a peaceful agreement.

Rose honestly believed that she was destined to be alone for the rest of her life and the only companies in her life would be her loved books on history. And maybe some cats.

Of course, she sometimes imagined that one day a handsome stranger would walk into her life and abduct her from her routine, saving her from the nothing that surrounded her but then she quickly just shooed these thoughts away as she thought it was silly and even a bit childish.

Still, on a completely normal day, that started just like every other before, He literally walked in to the library and changed everything forever...

/ Okay so this was the first chapter of this story! I know it's a but melancholic and boring but I promise it changes from the next chapters! If you'd give the second chapter a chance I'd be so happy and it would really men a lot to me! :)