I know this is getting all over the place and weird... how could this story get from Anastasia to Kelpies and how god created the earth, spear of destiny... blah blah blah! Sorry, this is my first time on fanfic! Thanks for those who reviewed! (laraandkurtisfan97)

Enjoy Chapter 9!


I drove my motorbike as fast I could. The strong Celtic wind blowing into my face. I haven't been to Scotland on many occasions... it reminded me slightly of Ireland though, the same green wet landscape...

'Your close to Peterhead Lara,' Alistair told me.

'Great, tell me when you find anything,' I told him before he hung up. I slowed down as I could see the landscape of the sea ahead. I skided to a halt once I reached the edge of the Cliff but luckily the strong salty air blew me back into balance.

'So Lara, are you ready?' Bryce asked.

'I think so,' I told him getting off my bike once I killed the engine. I looked down below to sea the strong waves thunder and crash against the cliff.

'I'm. About. To. Vomit.' Alistair said.

'You afraid of heights? Or are you seasick?' I asked as I began descending down the cliff.

'She forgot her climbing gear on purpose,' Bryce declared.


I climbed down what seemed like for ages. I was only half way down and already I was getting wet with the waves splashing at me.

'You know, as much as I like warm countries, I'm begginning to enjoy Scotland...' I told to who ever was listening on the other line.

'I'll stick to Thialand and Morocco if you don't mind,' Alistair sighed.

'It's not that bad here if you we're actually here,' I told him as I managed to land at the entrance of a sea cave.

'It's bad as it is already,' he told me.

'Is this it?' I asked.

'It looks like it, good luck!' Alistair cheered me on.

'Right, as if I need any,' I muttered.

I walked in slowly turning on my flashlight. My feet were cold as the sea water soaked through my boots. I walked in as fasr as I could until there was a break up point. There five roads leading diffirent directions. I rang back and Bryce answered.

'Well, what's up?' he asked and and whistled when he saw my dilemma.

'What path is it?' I wondered.

'Ini, mini, mieni, mo...' Bryce messed around. I walked for the one in the middle, crossing fingers that it was my lucky day after all. I walked for what seemed like hourse until I reached a dead end.

'Just go back and pick another one,' Bryce told me.

'No... there has to be something else here...' I muttered touching the painting carvings on the walls that I suddenly noticed. I rubbed off the loose dirt on the wall to see a clearer image on the wall. There was Jesus on the cross... and a soldier stabbing him with a spear.

'This is it Bryce,' I told him looking around.

'Lara, it's a dead end,' he told me. I started to try and push some brick in the wall that would activate a secret passage way.

'Right, that's the oldest trick in the...' Bryce didn't finish his sentence as I pushed at a small stone and a small entrance opened at the dead end.

'You were saying?' I smiled at the camera. I heard him sigh deeply through the mic.