INDIANA JONES VERSUS LARA
CROFT
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The Deadliest Warrior
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ROUND 7
INDIANA JONES LARA
CROFT WHO’S RAIDING
WHAT?
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STORE MANAGER CHOICE:
LARA CROFT
ADVANTAGE: INDIANA
JONES
Indiana Jones just
barely defeats Lara Croft in perhaps the greatest match we’ve ever conducted.
The trends that I noticed were more women picked Lara Croft than Indiana Jones
due to Lara’s powerful sex appeal and out of pure feminist solidarity. Most of
the male voters had similar reasons minus the female solidarity. But ultimately
the long enduring fortitude of Indiana Jones won out, having defeated some of
history’s greatest villains and surviving the power of Gods both voodoo and
Christian and alien alike, not to mention having survived a nuclear explosion
inside a lead lined refrigerator. Lara was ahead for most of it but Indy pulled
it out at the end proving once again that—
“It’s not the years. It’s the mileage.”
THE STORY
“It’s July 19th,
2016, the 3rd day of what should be the latest Celestial Equinox
according to the Mayan calendar, had it continued beyond 2012. Jonah and I have
been following my father’s notes across Central America, from Mexico and thru
Guatemala to Belize. According to my father’s research on the 7th
day of the Celestial Equinox the Chamber of the Immortality will open.
“I’m following up on
another of father’s quests for immortality. If my experiences on Yamatai and in
the lost city of Kitezh have taught me anything it’s that these myths and
legends of immortality are very real and very frightening. My father, Richard
Croft, died in pursuit of these legends. Again I’m doing this for him and the
legacy he has left for me. Among my father’s notes it appears that my great grandfather,
in his archeological research, was the one to uncover the myth of the Celestial
Equinox. Apparently grandfather outsourced his findings to an American colleague
in 1939. Whether this American archeologist uncovered anything, grandfather’s
notes do not say. Likely not considering the search was passed on to my father
decades later.
“These last three
days we’ve visited the Mayan ruins from Chichen Itza to Palenque to Tikal.
We’re approaching the Xunantunich ruins in Belize. Every day of the equinox
reveals more of the mystery, from secret inscriptions and lunar reflecting
tablets to secret chambers only accessible during the equinox. On the 7th
day the equinox will be at its zenith and only then will the final secret be
revealed. We must find the Chamber of Immortality by that time.
“I’m leaving this
recording in the event something should happen to me. Each of my quests have
proven more deadly than the last. And I fear that sinister Trinity organization
is following me once again. Having barely survived the encounter with Trinity
in Kitezh I can’t risk another amazing discovery being lost to the sands of
time.
“Lara Croft. Out.”
July 22nd
1939
“But why did the
temple start falling apart?”
“Cause the grail
couldn’t pass beyond the seal, Shorty.”
“I’m not so short
anymore, Indy.”
“You’re still shorter
than me,” said Indiana with a smirk.
“But what made the
temple crumble?” asked Short Round.
“Who knows. Nobody
had been inside that temple for hundreds of years. Maybe having an entire army
of Nazis inside made the structure unstable. Or maybe it was the power of God.”
“The power of God…”
Short Round repeated marveling at the thought. “Is that what we’re doing here?
Trying to find the power of God?”
“We’re just helping
out an old friend. With everything I’ve seen I wouldn’t mind some simple crypts
and dusty artifacts. I’ve had enough power of God for one lifetime. My old
friend would have us believe it’s something more. His notes speak of an old
Mayan ritual during a particular lunar cycle that only occurs every 77 years. But
no one has ever found the ritual chamber so it’s only ever been considered a
myth.”
The two of them
continued deeper into the subterranean ruins, their boots leaving tracks in the
centuries old dust. Indiana pulled himself up onto a ledge, Short Round
following after. The ruins were pitch black save for the torches in their
hands. Detailed stone carvings of Mayan priests and priestesses adorned the
walls around them depicting what appeared to be a ceremony of some kind. The
deeper they went the stranger the images carved in the stone.
“How come no one has
ever found this place before?”
“Something about the
alignment of the moon and the stars. The Mayans were great astronomers. They
discovered during certain alignments the weight of objects changed. They built
hidden temples and chambers that could only be opened during these.”
“What do you mean? I
won’t weigh the same as I do now?”
“Only specific spots
on the globe are effected. This is one of them. This temple was built above
ground originally. When the alignment passed and the weight of the stones
returned to normal the temple sunk below the surface. According to my old
friend’s notes at the very center of the temple is where the alignment was at
its strongest. That’s where the chamber is. If you believe the legend it says
that in the chamber Time ceases to be.”
July 22nd,
2016
Lara continued in her
soft English accent, “It’s called the Celestial Equinox because all the planets
and their moons are in precise alignment. Like the moon effecting the tides,
during this alignment the forces of gravity change. At this exact spot here
along the equator its effects are strongest. It is only because of these
gravitational anomalies that we were even able to find this place let alone
enter the chamber.”
“So it’s like the
ticking of a clock,” said Jonah. “As time passes and we grow closer to the
equinox more rooms and tunnels open. Everything is time released. And the last
place to open is the Chamber of Immortality. That means that as the gravity
shifts so does the whole underground temple. This place will change from one
moment to the next. This is extremely dangerous, Lara. What’s so important that
you’d risk trapping us down here for 77 years?”
“According to carvings
on artifacts and temple walls the Mayans were able to funnel the power into an
object made out of a rare mineral. The Mayans realized that Time itself was
also a slave to the forces of gravity. The full effects of the Celestial
Equinox were captured inside the artifact. The carvings seem to indicate that
the effects of Time cease to be when one is in possession of the artifact
inside the chamber.”
Jonah’s eyes peeled
back wide, “So holding the artifact makes you immortal? Just what is this thing
anyway?”
“My great grandfather
referred to it as the Hourglass of Itzamna, the Mayan god who, according to
myth, gave them the knowledge to create the infamous Mayan calendar. No one
knows exactly what it is. By the end of this maybe we will.” Lara checked her
watch, “The full moon will be overhead in less than an hour. I need to be at
the entrance to the chamber when that happens.”
Jonah cocked his head
to the side, “You mean “We” need to be at the entrance, right? Lara, you are
not leaving me behind again.”
They walked through a
narrow corridor and entered a room that opened to a massive vertical shaft.
Lara cracked a handful of glow sticks and dropped them down the shaft. They
watched the blue glow fall further and further into the darkness until they
were no longer visible.
“From here on, Jonah,
I’m going alone. I need you here if I don’t make it back in time. If that
chamber closes with me still inside I need you to escape and bring back whoever
and whatever you need to get me out.” She slipped off her black leather jacket
and unloaded all her extra gear.
“I guess it wouldn’t
be tomb raiding if you didn’t bring down the ruins behind you?” said Jonah
cracking a smile.
Lara gave him a wry
look as she hammered an anchor into the floor and equipped her repelling rope
and gear, “Are saying I’m messy?”
“No. Just that you
kind of suck as an archeologist.”
Lara grabbed a firm
hold of the green nylon rope and prepared to descend, “Just promise you’ll get
me out. We can discuss the preservation of archeological sites while trying to
fight off terrorists and cultists when I get back. And keep on the radio and
let me know if Trinity shows.” With those final words she began scaling down
the side of the wall into the darkness.
1939
Dr. Jones and Short
Round stood at the edge of the vertical shaft. A strange bright green rope dangled
down the side. Neither of them had seen anything like it. They didn’t know what
to make of it. “You feel that, Shorty? Like your heart’s rising in your chest.
It’s the gravity changing. The effects of the equinox are growing stronger.
Something’s happening and it isn’t right.”
“You be careful,
Indy.”
“Shorty, if things
get bad I want you to run like hell and keep out of sight, you hear me.”
“Okey dokey, Dr. Jones.
But what about you?”
Indy took off his
jacket and handed it to his partner. He inhaled deeply and cracked his whip,
the end wrapping around an old wooden beam jutting from the other side of the
vertical shaft, “I’ll think of something.” He gripped the whip tight and swung
across the open chasm to a ledge on the other side. He swung back and forth
across the room, each time to a lower ledge until he reached the bottom. He
ignited another torch and scanned his surroundings. Before him lay a hallway,
statues of demonic looking Mayan warriors lined the walls.
2016
Lara carefully
entered the hallway treading softly between the rows of stone Mayan warriors.
She noticed something peculiar along the floor. A set of tracks in the dust
leading down the corridor ahead. The tracks appeared perfectly preserved as if
they had just been made. What’s more they looked to be relatively modern boot
prints, definitely not Mayan. Nobody was supposed to have been here in
centuries. Her mind started to wonder. A strange feeling swept over her, as if
her heart were rising into her throat. Sweat beaded along her brow. The further
she went the hotter the air around her became. With the ghastly statues around
her and the infernal heat, images of Hell flashed in her mind.
The end of the hallway
showed in an eerie white glow. The closer she stepped the stranger the feeling
inside grew. Checking her watch it showed seven minutes to full moonrise
overhead. The effects of the equinox became greater with each passing second.
Lara stood before a solid piece of stone. White light shimmered around the
edges. The stone seemed to float in place on the beams of light. Carved into
the stone face were the Mayan words “Forever Now.” She pushed against it.
1939
The stone moved with
ease offering only slight resistance. Pushing it back and out of the way Indy
entered the Chamber of Immortality. The room was vast and filled with light. A
pyramid shaped altar sat in the center of the chamber, 100 feet high, steps on
all four sides rising to the top. An identical pyramid, inverted and equally
enormous, hung from the ceiling. The two altars nearly touched at their points
save for a small gap between them.
Indy gazed up at the
pillar of light glowing in the gap between the two pyramids. Floating in the
light was an hourglass shaped object, shimmering platinum. Indiana began
ascending the steps. Sweat rolled down the sides of his face, his shirt already
soaked through.
2016
The closer Lara
stepped the more exhilaration she felt flowing through her. The power of the
equinox was nearly at its peak. The heat was intense but she pressed onward.
She checked her watch. The moon would be directly overhead in seconds. She
stood at the top. Taking a deep breath she stepped into the light. She could
see an intricate array of etchings covering every centimeter of the artifact. She
reached for it.
1939
Indiana reached for
it. He clasped his fingers around the hourglass and pulled the artifact from
its floating position.
As she did she felt a
surge of energy flow through her. She no longer felt tired. Her muscles no
longer felt sore. Her stomach quit growling. It was as if every physical need
of her body vanished. She didn’t feel anything more or less but rather like
everything had been placed in stasis.
She didn’t know when
exactly it happened but suddenly there were three men standing atop the altar
with her. In each of their hands was another hourglass, not a different piece,
but the exact same artifact she now held in her hands. All of them appeared
strangely dressed for 2016. One of them looked like an authentic Mayan warrior
while another seemed to be a 15th century pirate. The third
brandished a bull whip and a World War II era pistol. He wore a hat and looked ruggedly
handsome, like something out of a 1930’s pulp novel. They eyed each other with
similar curiosity.
“Where the hell did
you come from?” Indy asked.
The Mayan spoke
something in his native tongue while the pirate turned to him saying, “You look
familiar. Have I threatened you before?” Then the pirate shifted his gaze to
Lara, “Mmm… I’d very much like to threaten you. Rum?” He extended his hand
offering a very old bottle of rum.
Lara backed up
cautiously. The other three did the same. Each of them had an exact copy of the
hourglass. She scanned all four artifacts, each one identical in every detail.
Then she looked over the others, each of them seemingly from different eras in
time. “Forever Now,” she thought aloud.
“That’s interesting,”
commented the pirate, his voice relaxed, his words nearly slurring together.
“Apparently I’m not the only one searching for immortality.” The Mayan shouted
at them all, a furious expression upon his face. The pirate turned to her and
the man with the whip, “Either of you understand that?”
Lara could barely
make out what the warrior was saying through his thick dialect, “Unwanted… No,
something about intruding.”
“He’s saying we’re
unworthy,” said Indy. “We’re desecrating a sacred temple.” The warrior kept
speaking, his demeanor and tone growing ever more hostile. He pulled a dagger from
his belt and slashed at them all. Lara ducked the blade and the pirate ran down
the pyramid slope screaming. Indiana caught the warrior’s wrist as it came
around and drove his fist into the Mayan’s face. The knife and the hourglass in
the Mayan warrior’s hand came loose, tumbling down the steps. Another two
punches to the gut and a right cross to the face dropped Indy’s opponent.
Lara and Indiana were
the only two left standing at the top. They looked at each other cautiously,
“Before you go any further let me ask just what the hell is going on?” she said.
“Where did you come from? Why are there now four hourglasses?”
“You think I know?
From the looks of it those two should’ve been dead hundreds if not a thousand
years ago. Them I recognize. You? I’ve met a lot of women in my day, but I’ve
never met one looking the way you do, and most certainly not from England.”
Their gaze was drawn
from each other to the base of the pyramid. The hourglass that was formerly in
the Mayan’s possession now lay out in the open. The pirate scooped it up,
holding an hourglass in each hand. The artifacts began to glow and vibrate,
drawing closer to each other as if magnetized. Upon contact the two objects
merged into one. “That’s interesting…” said the pirate. He then looked up at
the two of them and their hourglasses.
Lara and Indy looked
back at one another, both of them reading the thoughts of the other clearly.
Lara pulled one of her pistols. Indiana’s whip cracked across her wrist, the
gun sailing through the air. Out of the corner of their eyes they saw the
pirate take off towards the hallway. They both high-tailed it down the pyramid
after him, securing their artifacts in either a knapsack or satchel. Lara retrieved
her pistol and sprinted into the corridor with Indiana in pursuit.
The pirate suddenly
blew passed them screaming hysterically, hands flailing through the air. Ahead
of them the temple structure moved, the room rotating and shifting, changing
shape entirely. And all the demonic looking warrior statues that had once lined
the hall were flooding towards them, alive and bloodthirsty. Gripping both
pistols Lara fired, unloading with extreme prejudice. She mowed down the first
twenty temple guards but more still barreled down the shifting corridor. She
emptied her clips. The closest guard lunged at with sword in hand. She ducked
his sword slash and the guard’s face was met with Indy’s fist. Lara switched
from her pistols to her climbing pick axe, driving the blade into the warrior’s
chest. Together they held their own for a moment, Lara ducking and dodging and
stabbing with Indiana putting all his weight behind each punch.
The room around them
began to collapse slowly, as if shifting into a new shape. Both Indy and Lara
shouted to the other, “Go! Get back into the chamber!” They ran back the way
they came followed by a dozen angry guards. Inside they saw the pirate once
again running out of another corridor with more temple guards chasing after, “Not
good! Not good! Parley! Parley!” He ran up the steps to the pillar of light and
tossed the hourglass back into the center. The artifact collapsed in on itself
leaving only half of the hourglass floating in the lunar glow.
“Four halves to a
whole,” uttered Lara under her breath. “Forever Now…”
“Where time has no
meaning,” continued Indiana. “This isn’t immortality. It’s a place where time
doesn’t exist. Every moment in time exists at once together.”
“It’s the gravitational
effects of the equinox at its center,” said Lara. She looked at his satchel as
he glanced at her knapsack. “I need your piece of the hourglass,” she said.
“Hand yours over and
let me take care of this,” said Indiana.
The guards flooded
over them. They tackled both of them to the chamber floor. Lara gutted the one
on top of her with her axe. With a powerful kick Indy threw off his attacker.
They both scrambled to their feet and took off running. Guards ran towards them
from all sides. Suddenly the room began rotating, the pyramids on the ceiling
and floor rotated along the sides of the walls. As they ran next to each other
Indy reached for her knapsack, “Give me the hourglass, now!”
“I will not be
stranded here for all eternity!” shouted Lara. She swung her axe at him tearing
open his shirt and cutting his chest. Indiana veered off away from her pulling
his gun from its holster. She responded in kind and they fired upon one
another. Bullets grazed her arms and legs but otherwise missed her entirely,
instead burying themselves in temple guards running beside her. The floor
dropped out from under her. She grasped the edge with three fingers, dangling
from one arm before an endless pitfall while two guards plummeted down into the
darkness. She pulled herself up as yet more holes in the structure appeared and
blocks moved above her head. Lara leapt up on top of one moving block and then
onto another as they shifted and floated about the room. More temple warriors
leapt after her. At once she was surrounded by three opponents. They struck her
across the face, in the abdomen, and across the back. She took their best hits
but did not give up. She shot, sliced, and stabbed each of them, knocking them
off the block altogether. From one of them she stole a bow and quiver of
arrows.
At the same time
Indiana clung to the rotating pyramid, once on the floor and now scaling up the
wall. With his whip and his fists he fended off his attackers, even taking one
of his enemy’s swords and turning the weapon back on its owner. A guard stepped
in front of him ready to cleave his skull open when an arrowhead pierced the
guard’s chest. Had the enemy not stepped in front of Indiana the arrow would’ve
buried itself in Indy’s chest. Looking behind the guard he spied Lara across
the room, crouched on a floating stone with a bow in hand. More arrows sailed
toward him, each one dead on its target. Indy ducked and dodged the arrows as
they sliced through the air, narrowly missing him, sometimes ripping through
his clothes and nicking his skin. Lara fired in rapid succession. Swinging the
sword he lifted off of a guard, he knocked several arrows away.
The pyramid was now completely
horizontal with the wall. Indiana ran straight out towards the center of the room.
An arrow flew straight for him. He didn’t have time to react. All he could do
was hold the sword in front of him for the sliver of defense it provided. The
arrow veered off the blade, sparking upon contact, and speared through his
satchel. The arrow pulled his satchel from his arm and pinned it to the wall
across the room.
Lara reached for
another arrow finding the quiver empty. They both stood on opposite sides of
the room on shifting and floating surfaces, the satchel stuck on the wall
almost directly between them. The temple guards gathered below, a group
climbing towards Lara and another group sprinting for the satchel, ignoring
Indiana altogether.
Lara and Indy glanced
at the satchel and then back at each other. Lara made a running leap from one
floating stone to another, jumping her way towards the satchel. Indy too made a
running leap from the pyramid, cracking his whip around a long thin piece of
stone floating above. He swung from one perch to another. They raced neck and
neck towards Indiana’s pack, the temple warriors scaling the wall below and
closing in.
Lara launched through
the air. Indy swung from his whip. They both landed on a stone platform jutting
out from the wall directly below the dangling satchel. Lara pounded her fists
across his face and into his gut. Indy caught the next fist flying towards him.
She spun around throwing her elbow out, striking him across the jaw. Indy
knocked back against the wall. With him pinned to the wall she went after him
with full force. First a left jab followed quickly by a right cross. Indiana
stopped both punches, grabbing her wrists a hair’s breadth before contact.
“I don’t want to fight
you. Call me old fashioned,” said Indiana trying to hold her at bay.
Lara thrust her knee
into his groin. As he doubled over she head-butted him in face. Indy fell back
into the wall slumped over. “Welcome to
the 21st century,” she said through gritted teeth. She shoved her
boot in his face and leapt off him, reaching for the satchel hanging above.
Several hands pulled her back down in mid jump. Three of the guards had climbed
onto the platform and surrounded them. Again Lara lashed out with ferocity. A
boot to the chest sent one of them careening towards the floor below. An elbow
to another and a fist to the other. As she knocked each one off more climbed up
to replace them. They slowly wore her down, landing more attacks as the battle
continued.
Indiana straightened
his hat and rose to his feet. A part of him wanted to keep back and watch her
struggle. The other part of him won out. He punched a guard square in the face
sending him sailing backwards and off the platform. He grabbed Lara by the
shoulder and pulled her back beside him, “Get back!” He cocked his fist as
three temple warriors lunged for them. With one punch he struck all three
across the jaw sending them falling to the ground below. With that blow he
cleared the stone platform save for Lara. Out of the corner of his he saw her
move to hit him in the back. He sidestepped the attack and back handed her
across the face. As she reeled from the blow he punched her square in the face.
The blow sent her flying back, bouncing off the wall, and slumping over on her
side.
“I said I don’t want
to fight. Not that I won’t. Besides I think you and I may be on the same side.”
Lara spat out a wad
of blood and picked herself up, “What makes you think that?”
“The arrows. You
could’ve killed me back there, but you didn’t. When you took out my satchel I
figured you pieced it together too. Bringing the four hourglasses back together
is our ticket home. As long as we stay here we’re going to be fighting these
guys forever.”
She wiped the blood
from her mouth, “That’s not how I’d wish to spend my immortality. I’m—I’m
sorry.” More enemies climbed up onto the platform. Lara stood back to back with
Indy. He grabbed the sword he had lifted off one of the guards and she gripped
her climbing axe. One after another they cleaved open and cut apart their attackers,
one covering the other’s back. They cleared the platform once more, but an even
larger group of guards quickly scaled the wall towards them.
“We need to get out
of here, now!” shouted Indiana. Lara nodded and ran towards the wall. She
jumped, planted one foot against the wall, and pushed off giving her an added
boost. She clutched Indy’s satchel and ripped it from the wall. She landed back
on the platform and pulled out both remaining pieces of the hourglass. Like
before, the two pieces merged. Lara stepped beside him, “Ready?” he asked.
“Let’s get the hell
out of here,” she replied.
Indy pulled out his
whip and lashed it around another small floating piece of stone out above. The
guards began pulling themselves up onto the platform. Lara and Indiana booted
several guards in the face before being overrun. “We’ve gotta go, now!” he
yelled. She wrapped her arms around him, holding the hourglass to his bare
chest. With their faces less than an inch apart, he looked her in the eye and
said, “Where have you been all my life?”
Through sweat, dirt,
blood, and bruises she smiled at him, “I’m guessing 77 years in front of you.”
She kissed him and together they swung
off the platform through the air towards the center of the room. The two
pyramid altars with the other half of the hourglass suspended between them
rotated directly into their line of sight.
A cry above prompted
them to look up. The pirate and a dozen guards dropped down from above, the
pirate screaming and flailing while falling through the air. He landed on Indy
and Lara as they swung past, the guards crashing to the stone floor below. The
pirate held tight to them and gestured to the guards splattering on the floor,
“You will always remember today as the day you almost caught Captain Ja—” Before
he could finish the three of them swung straight into the column of light, the
pieces of the hourglass reuniting in a flash of light!
1939
Indy suddenly found
himself alone standing back where he was before touching the artifact. He
checked his watch: Not one second had passed since he initially touched the
hourglass. But all the wounds he’d sustained were present. He could still feel
her touch. After a few minutes the moon was no longer directly above. The
planets started moving out of alignment.
2016
Lara ran out of the
chamber, back down the corridor, and began climbing up the vertical shaft as
fast as she could. When she finally reached the top, Jonah was there with the
rest of the gear, just as she left him. He was shocked at seeing her in such a
battered state. She grabbed her gear and the two of them bolted for the exit.
The shifting gravity due to the planetary alignment was slowly resealing the
pathways and corridors leading to the center of the temple. The two of them
raced the shifting stones to the entrance, escaping in the nick of time.
1939
Indiana and Short
Round dove through the sinking doorway as gravity pulled the secret Mayan
temple back down deeper into the earth. The two of them continued on out of the
subterranean temple to the surface where their jeep was waiting for them.
“Where are we going now, Dr. Jones?” asked Short Round.
“Surrey, England.”
“What’s there?”
“The old friend who
told us to go here. I need to tell him not to go searching for the Chamber of
Immortality,” said Indy.
“What happened down
there?”
“I’ll tell you about
it on the way, Shorty.” As they approached the jeep another vehicle drove
towards them. Four official looking men stepped out and walked towards them.
Indiana and Short Round sat calm and still as they surrounded the jeep.
“Dr. Henry Jones?” asked
a man in a black suit and hat.
“One of them,” said
Indy.
“We’re from the
Office of Strategic Services. Your presence has been requested.”
“What does an
intelligence agency want with me?”
“A war in Europe is
on the horizon. Have you heard of a man named Adolph Hitler, Dr. Jones?”
“Sounds familiar,”
responded Indiana reluctantly.
“We spoke with your
father already. Your experiences with the Nazis places you in a unique
position.”
“Am I under arrest or
something? Are you four here to make me disappear?”
“In a manner of
speaking. Dr. Jones, your country is in need of your services.”
Indy turned to Short
Round, “Looks like my old friend is going to have to wait.”
2016
On the flight back to
England Lara couldn’t shake the man with the bullwhip from her mind. There was
something familiar about him that she couldn’t place. Upon arriving in London
her and Jonah parted ways for the moment and she headed back to Surrey and to
Croft Manor. There she spent the next night in her father’s old study pouring
over notes about the Hourglass of Itzamna. She went over every page in every
notebook about her father’s study of the Mayans but still couldn’t find what
she was looking for.
The next day she stood
in the middle of the study simply staring at the boxes of notebooks, artifacts,
and weathered documents hoping something would call out to her. As the morning
rays of sunlight shone through the window they lighted upon a box near the
wall. She walked over to it and discovered several photos and books belonging
to her great grandfather, Tennison Croft. Among them were old photos from his
years at Oxford. Flipping through them her heart leapt at the sight of one
photograph: A picture of the man she had encountered in the Chamber of
Immortality next to her great grandfather. The photo was dated 1931 and both
men appeared young and handsome. On the back of the picture was a note: My
friend Henry “Indiana” Jones and I three days before graduation.
“Indiana Jones,” said
Lara to herself, wonder and intrigue in her voice. “If only somehow we could
meet again.”
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