Prologue:
Was anything worth it? Why all this? To be happy? To feel Alive? I'm scarred and I know I'll get over it, but do I have anything... anyone? And she realized it, she really did have someone. It's just the beginning, I'm okay now. Nothing can go wrong now. Hardly anyone can be standing after all that's happened. Part of a evil play before I turned 5, betrayed, yet saved by my own father, saved from the grasp of demons at 16, the only survivor to such a horrible accident, only to find out it was planned, seeing a murder faked to forget what I love, killing the one I love, working with my father's murderer, entombed with an evil god, and asked to join a partner to refill the world with those that caused God to flood the earth thousands of years ago. She was not right. No one but her could be standing after all that.
Chapter 1: A beginning:
The loud screaming had just died down. All was finally quiet... in this room. But the silence was only in reality, for loud mixed thoughts were going through everyone's head. The room shouted new life, and one person was feeling the most mixed emotions of them all, Lady Croft. She was feeling pain, confusion, hate, emotion... but most of all love, her new daughter had been born, and Lord Richard Henshingly Croft, her husband, was standing abroad ready to name her. It's really happening, my own daughter.
"Lara," he said to the doctor, "that's what we'll call her. Beautiful name, for a beautiful girl."
Everyone slowly left the room giving Lady Amelia Croft some rest, and she got a quick glimpse of her baby girl. She is going to be something different. I feel it. It's like I just know it. She's just... different in some way, unique? Or better? O, I need to get some rest, I bet every mother in the world thinks that... And she dozed off.
In the other room with the nurses, they couldn't help but notice themselves something different about this baby. She seemed unnaturally calm for a baby, almost as if she weren't scared of anything, almost like she understood what was going on. One could tell from her eyes that intelligence roared out, but almost like something else too. Something strong. They didn't say anything, and didn't realize that each nurse there was thinking almost the same thing.
The years went by and Lara lived in one of the biggest houses in the world, and she was raised as an aristocrat from birth. Her father and mother had started decided her future when she was just a little girl.
"I think she should go into the law business." Her father was debating, "But she'll need a suitable husband, like the Farrington's new son."
"Honey, she is 5 years old," exclaimed Lady Croft, "your trying to arrange her marriage already? Aww darling, you are absolutely charming, they'll be a match made in heaven" I love him so much, it's so strange how he's so perfect. Maybe too perfect. No he's the greatest man alive.
"Like you and me," he added, sounding like he meant it.
Lord John Henshingly Croft seemed like the perfect husband, in everyway to everyone. Well, even when Lara was a little girl she noticed that he seemed a bit too perfect. No rumors. Nothing. But Lara loved her father and thought he was the greatest man alive. Lest the truth she did not know.
In truth he was the greatest... at lying. He had a secret life he couldn't afford for anyone to know. He showed only what he could, and told only what he could. And even the most cunning people could not see through him, he blinded people with love, charm, or their own greed and desires. Cutting right into the souls of people and playing with them until he had them under his control and looking up to him, believing in him. Or in his lies. The lies that no one would understand, only Lara. One day. The only thing he and Lara had in common was that they were both very smart, and very clever. That and their love for adventure and archeology.
Lord Croft enjoyed archeological almost as much as Lara. He studied it as one of his classes when he was younger, and spends lots of time at archeological digs. Much of the time taking Lara with him or telling her fascinating stories when she stayed home. Whether she was there or just listening to one of her fathers stories, Lara danced with emotion, a goofy happy that she did not know excited or even much understood it, when she was hearing of the adventure or experiencing it herself she felt an overwhelming emotion, like she was at home, like everything was okay, like she was alive. She did not understand it. Yet.
The only other time she ever felt this was when she was playing sports or shooting. She mastered in rock climbing and skiing and loved individual sports; they gave her a sense of not having everything so easy, a kind of competition for herself. And besides that, she loved shooting. Recently they made her quit that shooting activity for "showing too keen an interest" and that depressed her for about a week. But got over it within time.
As Lara kept on growing she only got smarter and more interesting. She was quick and clever, and was in love with all types of individual sports. She wasn't isolated, but for her age very independent. All her teachers seemed to notice how for a small girl she seemed to so understand. She was raised in one of the wealthiest families but she was not spoiled in the least, she was just so calm and in her eyes there blazed intelligence.
Was anything worth it? Why all this? To be happy? To feel Alive? I'm scarred and I know I'll get over it, but do I have anything... anyone? And she realized it, she really did have someone. It's just the beginning, I'm okay now. Nothing can go wrong now. Hardly anyone can be standing after all that's happened. Part of a evil play before I turned 5, betrayed, yet saved by my own father, saved from the grasp of demons at 16, the only survivor to such a horrible accident, only to find out it was planned, seeing a murder faked to forget what I love, killing the one I love, working with my father's murderer, entombed with an evil god, and asked to join a partner to refill the world with those that caused God to flood the earth thousands of years ago. She was not right. No one but her could be standing after all that.
Chapter 1: A beginning:
The loud screaming had just died down. All was finally quiet... in this room. But the silence was only in reality, for loud mixed thoughts were going through everyone's head. The room shouted new life, and one person was feeling the most mixed emotions of them all, Lady Croft. She was feeling pain, confusion, hate, emotion... but most of all love, her new daughter had been born, and Lord Richard Henshingly Croft, her husband, was standing abroad ready to name her. It's really happening, my own daughter.
"Lara," he said to the doctor, "that's what we'll call her. Beautiful name, for a beautiful girl."
Everyone slowly left the room giving Lady Amelia Croft some rest, and she got a quick glimpse of her baby girl. She is going to be something different. I feel it. It's like I just know it. She's just... different in some way, unique? Or better? O, I need to get some rest, I bet every mother in the world thinks that... And she dozed off.
In the other room with the nurses, they couldn't help but notice themselves something different about this baby. She seemed unnaturally calm for a baby, almost as if she weren't scared of anything, almost like she understood what was going on. One could tell from her eyes that intelligence roared out, but almost like something else too. Something strong. They didn't say anything, and didn't realize that each nurse there was thinking almost the same thing.
The years went by and Lara lived in one of the biggest houses in the world, and she was raised as an aristocrat from birth. Her father and mother had started decided her future when she was just a little girl.
"I think she should go into the law business." Her father was debating, "But she'll need a suitable husband, like the Farrington's new son."
"Honey, she is 5 years old," exclaimed Lady Croft, "your trying to arrange her marriage already? Aww darling, you are absolutely charming, they'll be a match made in heaven" I love him so much, it's so strange how he's so perfect. Maybe too perfect. No he's the greatest man alive.
"Like you and me," he added, sounding like he meant it.
Lord John Henshingly Croft seemed like the perfect husband, in everyway to everyone. Well, even when Lara was a little girl she noticed that he seemed a bit too perfect. No rumors. Nothing. But Lara loved her father and thought he was the greatest man alive. Lest the truth she did not know.
In truth he was the greatest... at lying. He had a secret life he couldn't afford for anyone to know. He showed only what he could, and told only what he could. And even the most cunning people could not see through him, he blinded people with love, charm, or their own greed and desires. Cutting right into the souls of people and playing with them until he had them under his control and looking up to him, believing in him. Or in his lies. The lies that no one would understand, only Lara. One day. The only thing he and Lara had in common was that they were both very smart, and very clever. That and their love for adventure and archeology.
Lord Croft enjoyed archeological almost as much as Lara. He studied it as one of his classes when he was younger, and spends lots of time at archeological digs. Much of the time taking Lara with him or telling her fascinating stories when she stayed home. Whether she was there or just listening to one of her fathers stories, Lara danced with emotion, a goofy happy that she did not know excited or even much understood it, when she was hearing of the adventure or experiencing it herself she felt an overwhelming emotion, like she was at home, like everything was okay, like she was alive. She did not understand it. Yet.
The only other time she ever felt this was when she was playing sports or shooting. She mastered in rock climbing and skiing and loved individual sports; they gave her a sense of not having everything so easy, a kind of competition for herself. And besides that, she loved shooting. Recently they made her quit that shooting activity for "showing too keen an interest" and that depressed her for about a week. But got over it within time.
As Lara kept on growing she only got smarter and more interesting. She was quick and clever, and was in love with all types of individual sports. She wasn't isolated, but for her age very independent. All her teachers seemed to notice how for a small girl she seemed to so understand. She was raised in one of the wealthiest families but she was not spoiled in the least, she was just so calm and in her eyes there blazed intelligence.