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Chapter 24: The Angels Oracle- The True Option. - muttered Lara - The mother of all religions.
She was sitting on the windowsill of her cell, not caring the least that it opened behind a huge cliff, the explorer crossed out symbols and let the sheets fall at her feet, forming a scattered pile of papers.
Focused on the task, she didn't hear that Kurtis had come in and was leaning against the doorframe, watching her in silence. She was now used to his discreet and reserved manners.
- Look at this. she said, pointing to the sheet in which she was working. The last symbol that was left to eliminate in it was the Cross. Lara crossed out it with a jerk of pencil - Zas. Goodbye Christianity. Centuries of spirituality and faith destroyed by Lara Croft in a second.
- Don't let the monks to see you. - he said, looking over his shoulder.
She laughed and dropped the sheet to the ground. Then she took another and, relentless, continued to work as she said:
- You owe me thousands of explanations. Start by telling me how
Chapter 23: The Seal s storyThe first time a traveler contemplates the mystical valley of Meteora, is immediately seduced by its grandeur and solemnity. It can already be seen from the Thessalian town of Kalambaka, beyond a vertical ascent, culminating in a belt of rocks of mysterious gray cylindrical shapes.
In the center of the valley, on a very high cliff walls and smooth and vertical isolated, stands the monastery of Ayios Stefanos. As an altar kneeling on the hard rock, its seeming inaccessibility may impatient a novice adventurer, and dazzled Lara and Kurtis, who observed the silent place under the scorching sun of the purest Mediterranean climate.
- How are we supposed to climb up there? - he said.
- There are ten kilometers from the town of Kastraki, where we are now, to the monastery. - said Nikos - The only way to get it is going down to the valley floor and climb the rock. Our brothers built the monastery in 1138 with the aim of shutting out the world, an aspect that, as you see, remains today.
Chapter 22: The DreamcatcherSomewhere on the border between Switzerland and Germany, a couple of hapless fugitives sought (not finding) the way out of there without attracting the attention of the authorities, since Lara was still the most wanted person in Europe.
Nowhere in the continent would be worth to hide them from the police. Nowhere in the world would be worth to hide them from Karel. It was the ideal occasion for the earth to open beneath their feet and swallow them. Which did not happen, of course.
That afternoon Kurtis told her all that had happened since Gunderson kidnapped her from Egypt. He had tried to sidestep the issue, but finally he had to reveal the slaughter. Upon learning of the death of Putai, Lara fell into a prolonged and painful silence.
The silence lasted for the next hour drive. After a while, exhausted, she laid her head on Kurtis' back and closed her eyes.
She felt a silent rage that was consuming her on the inside. Putai was more beloved for her than a sister, despite racial and cul
Bo.When Lindsay was born, Bo was there. Standing beside her mother, he was the first thing she ever saw. But he was not her father; her father stood on the other side.
Bo was there until the very moment she died.
The sun shone bright through the windows of her pink-laden room. She loved pink. And black.
“Because Bo is black,” she’d told her parents.
Her imaginary friend, they soon concluded.
“Bo is all black,” she described one night as her father tucked her in, “His skin and his hair and everything. He doesn’t talk a lot.”
Her father frowned.
“He sounds scary.”
“He’s not,” she insisted.
Bo sat on the bed and said nothing.
Her father kissed her good night and turned out the light.
“Why can’t Dad see you?” she asked.
“Are you real?”
“Are you real?” he replied.
“How do you know?”
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