EPILOGUE
Warka: Thr Ancient City of Uruk—October 23rd, 1926
The midday sun beat down on the sand swept ruins of the long forgotten city. Indy held the Sword of Irkalla in one hand and gripped Marion's hand tightly with his other as they walked from Anu's Ziggurat toward Ziegler's now-deserted camp.
Indy casually tossed the sword into the back of a jeep then opened the passenger door for Marion. He climbed into the driver's seat and looked across to his lover; he'd come close to losing her today. He wanted to tell her he was sorry, that he'd never let her come to harm, that he'd die to protect her.
But before he could find the words, Marion grabbed his collar and pulled him close. She kissed him passionately—every thought in his head evaporated into nothingness. This moment was all he needed, all he'd ever need.
Marion pulled away with a teasing grin. "So... what's next, Jones?"
Indy looked out across the endless desert. Wisps of sand blew up on the horizon. A sandstorm might be moving in.
Marion leaned in close, resting her head on his shoulder. "Ready for another adventure?"
Indy smiled and kissed her on the forehead as he turned the ignition key. He jammed the jeep into gear and they sped off across the sand.
A long journey ahead.
