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Ancient Discovery	By : FantasyWriter1 Category: +S through Z > Tomb Raider (all) > Tomb Raider (all) Views: 24920 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own the license to Tomb Raider or Lara Croft. I am not making any money or profit from this. This story is strictly for fun and fantasy only.

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(The Lara Croft in this story is the more mature, confident, badass, pre-reboot Lara Croft. I plan to make this into a series of stories, starting with this one. I hope you enjoy it.)
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A fully customized desert brown Range Rover stops at top of the mountain, set up for all terrain use, with a snorkel breathing system, heavy duty solid steel bar push bumper, an electronic winch mounted on the front bumper, beefy all terrain tires, spare tires, a sturdy luggage racks the roof, loaded up with everything a person would need to survive in the ruggid Pontic Mountains of Turkey. The engine is still running, as the driver's side door opens, followed by a pair of desert brown, customized, knee high combat boots stepping out onto the stone covered ground. Following up the boots, leads to a pair of the greatest legs to ever grace this remote mountain range in a very long time. The owner of the boots and the pair of amazing legs, is none other than the renowned Archeologist, Explorer, and Adventurer Lara Croft. She adjust her sunglasses as she scans the landscape, while "Metal Health" from Quiet Riot plays on the SUV's sound system. She can get a clear view of where she needs to go from where she's standing. A Joan Jett song begins playing as she goes back to her vehicle, she leans over the front seat and grabs her pistol belt that holds her prized Heckler & Kock USP Match 9mm pistols. Lara straps the gunbelt around the waistband of her desert tan shorts, and clips the belt together, then she fastens the leg straps around each of her smooth, toned, shapely thighs. She checks the magazines and racks the slides of her pistols. Then she opens the back door of her Range Rover, and grabs her rucksack off the back seat. She swings the pack up and around her shoulders, and adjust the straps so that they're resting comfortably over the shoulder straps of her tank crop top that matches the color of her shorts. Lara shuts off vehicle's engine, turns off the stereo, locks and closes it up, she takes a moment to tighten the long braid that hangs down her back, then she starts heading down the mountain towards the edge of a cliff.
Lara takes her time chimey climbing down the narrow crevice that had been carved into the rock face by millions of years of erosion. Beads of sweat run down her face, from the strain of free climbing down the precarious cliff. Sweat drips off the end of her chin, and land on her chest where they begin running into the deep valley of her cleavage. Using mostly her strong legs to keep her wedged in between the rocks, carefully and steadily eases her way down. She stops to get a look, to see if she can see the bottom yet. She smiles to herself when she spots the rocky ledge at the bottom of the narrow crevice. The rocks scratch and scrape her exposed skin, but after many years of climbing experience she's more than used to taking a knocks on her expeditions. Compared to the many different types of enemies she's defeated over the years, some of the human variety, and other of a more supernatural or mythical origin, all of which gave as good as they got. Getting a few scrapes and bruises in nothing compared to all that.
Lara jumps down the last little bit, and lands on all fours like a jungle cat. She looks up at the path she took to get down with an excited smile, the thrill of free climbing never gets old no matter how many times she does it. Then she looks ahead, down in the shadow of the mountain, she has to remove her sunglasses to get a good look at the next challenge to conquer. She hooks them over the top of her tank top, and looks on ahead. What she sees would make most people think they were literally trapped between a rock and a hard place, but not to experienced climber like Lara Croft. What she's looking at is a very narrow, sloped legde that runs along the rock face, with an over hang above, and small seam in between the rocks that runs the entire length of the ledge. It's risky but doable, and she knows just the right technique to get her across. Lara wedges her knuckles of both hands in the seam, and starts to shimmy her way across the ledge. Relying on keeping her hands tightly wedged inside the seam, and the friction of her boots on the rock. She grits her teeth a bit as the rough, hard rock bites into her knuckles, as she makes her way across. She stops just long enough to look and make sure she's where she needs to be, then she let's her knuckles slip free from the seam. She quickly begins sliding down the ledge, and quickly grabs the sharp lip of the rock with both hands. She hangs up in mid air by a very small handhold, her feet dangling helplessly off the ground, then she let's go. Landing on all fours again at the very bottom of the cliff, she takes a deep breath and chuckles to herself. As she catches her breath, Lara puts her hands on the top of her round hips, and looks around. Directly behind her about fifty yards away is a deep, fast flowing river, with a line of trees running along both banks, as it snakes its way through the canyon that she's standing in. Then she looks forward and sees the mouth of cave directly in front of her. She takes a moment to grab an orange glow sticks from her pack, she cracks it and starts heading into the cave as it starts to light up.
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To be continued
Please excuse my way of writing. I'm using my phone to write these stories, so I have no way of saving my work, and sometimes I have to cut a chapter in pieces or risk losing my progress and starting over
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