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Kurtis stared as if he had no other option. Something he had never thought possible was coming true right in front of his eyes. He felt someone staring at him and lifted his eyes from the picture and met Winston's. The old man still smiled but stopped when he saw the stunned expression on Kurtis' face.
"You don't see them do you?", Kurtis asked staring straight into Winston's eyes seeing the doubt that flooded in them.
"See them?" the older man asked with a curious voice.
"The words", Kurtis said still staring at the other man. Even to himself he sounded like someone who had lost his mind. Did Winston still have his fantasyglasses on? Did he believe the weirdest thing that might happen was that he wouldn't find matching socks in the morning?
"No", Winston simply replied. He had been accustomed to mysteries being Lara's butler and friend but he had never come across something like this. He knew about all the artifacts that Lara stored in the mansion and though he had alway found everything supernatural fascinating he didn't have the need to touch the objects. With supernaturality always came responsibility and he already had a fair share of it. He didn't need more. "What do they say?"
Kurtis looked at Winston in amazement. Didn't the man think he had lost his mind? Any normal person would've called to the nice people in white coats and run away or at least go and hide. Of course he was Lara's butler. That must be the reason. He had travelled to the world of mysteries on Lara's wing and now spend every day around the objects she had gathere during her adventure years. What surprised Kurtis was that Winston acted so calmly like this was something he experienced all the time. Like it was a part of normal life. Kurtis' life had never been near normal and still this had caught him off-guard. Pehaps it was the age. Perhaps Winston had seen enough not to be surprised encountering something like this.
"Karel lives", Kurtis stated and only after reading the words their whole meaning came clear to him. It felt like someone had injected him with local anaesthetic. He couldn't resist his jaw from dropping and his eyes growing wider as the shock caused by the two very simple words finally hit him. Seconds flew past but he couldn't lift his eyes from the photograph's back.
Winston didn't react the same way. To him Karel didn't exist as he existed to Lara or Kurtis. First thought that crossed the butler's mind was that this Karel was a long lost friend who had been thought dead but why should it cause such a shock to the younger man. There might be many reasons and he went through all of hte ones he could think of not finding a perfect match. The other choice was that Karel was something not thought to be nice by a rational mind.
What Winston never managed to think was what Kurtis thought now. Who the hell was Karel? What good it was for him to know that someone named Karel had survived? If he remembered correctly there was someone called Karel in the Cabal but he wasn't anyone of great importance. The words hadn't been the reason of his shock but the sheer fact that the words were there and the handwriting was so clean like the someone who wrote it stood in his place. The words weren't scruffy which they should be because they were written while he held the picture in his hand. There were no signs of the picture bending during the writing. Kurtis could draw only one conclusion. Whatever wrote the words it was not from this world.
The words shattered to tiny pieces which disappeared giving space to new ones. "Halls of Doom"
Kurtis grimaced. How could it sound so familiar. He turned the picture around but saw no hint. What he saw made him drop the photograph again. On the water he had seen a reflection of a woman. Every single one of her features could be seen black and white. Seeing her reflection wasn't the only thing that made him drop the picture. He remembered that day on the lake. He had seen a shadow right by their boat. His father had told him it was only a big fish that was waiting Kurtis to catch it. Now that he thought of it, it had had a human shape. She had been there that day and he had seen her.
He had heard of the Halls before he was sure about it. It was a story that his father had told him once. Something about judging the goodness of one's soul.Kurtis had always found it hard to believe there was something after death and thus had not believed the tale. He just found it hard to believe that everyone who regretted their evil deeds would go into a place called heaven. That they had told him during the religion classes in school and when he came old enough he had seceded from church. His father hadn't belonged in it either. He had wanted to give his mother the kind of wedding she had always wanted and because of that joined the church.
Slowly Kurtis shook his head and picked up the picture and to his amazement found four new words behind it. In their simplicity they said all he needed to bring the puzzle together.
"He is a Nephel"
Karel was a part of the Nephilim. Lara had disappeared and Karel was a part of the Nephilim. Quickly Kurtis went for the letter she had sent in the package and tore it open. It seemed to be hastily written but its meaning came clear all the same. His wallet had been in the package. If it had been there how did it end to the Ruzyne airport? He had thought it odd then but now it felt to be supernatural. He had gotten a place from a plane that had been booked out almost in the last minute. He had been brought here to Lara's mansion. At the time he thought he had done so willingly but it had been a chain of strange events starting from the visit to the strange lady and the taxi.
"What was the last thing she was researching before leaving to Egypt?"
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Words
Kurtis stared as if he had no other option. Something he had never thought possible was coming true right in front of his eyes. He felt someone staring at him and lifted his eyes from the picture and met Winston's. The old man still smiled but stopped when he saw the stunned expression on Kurtis' face.
"You don't see them do you?", Kurtis asked staring straight into Winston's eyes seeing the doubt that flooded in them.
"See them?" the older man asked with a curious voice.
"The words", Kurtis said still staring at the other man. Even to himself he sounded like someone who had lost his mind. Did Winston still have his fantasyglasses on? Did he believe the weirdest thing that might happen was that he wouldn't find matching socks in the morning?
"No", Winston simply replied. He had been accustomed to mysteries being Lara's butler and friend but he had never come across something like this. He knew about all the artifacts that Lara stored in the mansion and though he had alway found everything supernatural fascinating he didn't have the need to touch the objects. With supernaturality always came responsibility and he already had a fair share of it. He didn't need more. "What do they say?"
Kurtis looked at Winston in amazement. Didn't the man think he had lost his mind? Any normal person would've called to the nice people in white coats and run away or at least go and hide. Of course he was Lara's butler. That must be the reason. He had travelled to the world of mysteries on Lara's wing and now spend every day around the objects she had gathere during her adventure years. What surprised Kurtis was that Winston acted so calmly like this was something he experienced all the time. Like it was a part of normal life. Kurtis' life had never been near normal and still this had caught him off-guard. Pehaps it was the age. Perhaps Winston had seen enough not to be surprised encountering something like this.
"Karel lives", Kurtis stated and only after reading the words their whole meaning came clear to him. It felt like someone had injected him with local anaesthetic. He couldn't resist his jaw from dropping and his eyes growing wider as the shock caused by the two very simple words finally hit him. Seconds flew past but he couldn't lift his eyes from the photograph's back.
Winston didn't react the same way. To him Karel didn't exist as he existed to Lara or Kurtis. First thought that crossed the butler's mind was that this Karel was a long lost friend who had been thought dead but why should it cause such a shock to the younger man. There might be many reasons and he went through all of hte ones he could think of not finding a perfect match. The other choice was that Karel was something not thought to be nice by a rational mind.
What Winston never managed to think was what Kurtis thought now. Who the hell was Karel? What good it was for him to know that someone named Karel had survived? If he remembered correctly there was someone called Karel in the Cabal but he wasn't anyone of great importance. The words hadn't been the reason of his shock but the sheer fact that the words were there and the handwriting was so clean like the someone who wrote it stood in his place. The words weren't scruffy which they should be because they were written while he held the picture in his hand. There were no signs of the picture bending during the writing. Kurtis could draw only one conclusion. Whatever wrote the words it was not from this world.
The words shattered to tiny pieces which disappeared giving space to new ones. "Halls of Doom"
Kurtis grimaced. How could it sound so familiar. He turned the picture around but saw no hint. What he saw made him drop the photograph again. On the water he had seen a reflection of a woman. Every single one of her features could be seen black and white. Seeing her reflection wasn't the only thing that made him drop the picture. He remembered that day on the lake. He had seen a shadow right by their boat. His father had told him it was only a big fish that was waiting Kurtis to catch it. Now that he thought of it, it had had a human shape. She had been there that day and he had seen her.
He had heard of the Halls before he was sure about it. It was a story that his father had told him once. Something about judging the goodness of one's soul.Kurtis had always found it hard to believe there was something after death and thus had not believed the tale. He just found it hard to believe that everyone who regretted their evil deeds would go into a place called heaven. That they had told him during the religion classes in school and when he came old enough he had seceded from church. His father hadn't belonged in it either. He had wanted to give his mother the kind of wedding she had always wanted and because of that joined the church.
Slowly Kurtis shook his head and picked up the picture and to his amazement found four new words behind it. In their simplicity they said all he needed to bring the puzzle together.
"He is a Nephel"
Karel was a part of the Nephilim. Lara had disappeared and Karel was a part of the Nephilim. Quickly Kurtis went for the letter she had sent in the package and tore it open. It seemed to be hastily written but its meaning came clear all the same. His wallet had been in the package. If it had been there how did it end to the Ruzyne airport? He had thought it odd then but now it felt to be supernatural. He had gotten a place from a plane that had been booked out almost in the last minute. He had been brought here to Lara's mansion. At the time he thought he had done so willingly but it had been a chain of strange events starting from the visit to the strange lady and the taxi.
"What was the last thing she was researching before leaving to Egypt?"