Tomb Raider: Beyond The Darkness 
By  AnyaVeritas: 
(Dec 28, 2015) 
Set three months after Angel of Darkness; Kurtis after recovering from a coma, thanks to the help of a Mysterious Healer, turns back in Paris to his sister Miranda. But he again needs Lara's help to find the Temple of the Nephilims and avoid a possible apocalypse. 

First Part;
I'm not the one who says prayers often.
But I just hope with all my heart that my brother is ok.
After the death of our father and our mother shock him in a terrible way. 
Becoming a person thirsty for justice.
Our parents didn't have good burial.
Kurtis and I ran away after Eckhard killed our father in front of our eyes.
I wanted to help him to kill the Black Alchemist but he told me to stay here, in Paris, Alone in Kurtis's Appartment.
I pray and hope that you'll come back brother, You're the only member of my family that remains. Three months alone with a Parisian caregiver just because I'm blind in the eyes of ordinary people.
Yes… I'm a Damn blind girl if I was an ordinary girl.
But I'm not blind.

-From Miranda Trent's Diary
A twenty-nine year-old man was motionless in a double bed. He had been there for many months. Ahret found him in the Strahov Fortress, bloody and almost dying, since that day he didn't open his eyes. He breathed yes but he didn't open his eyes. The young African girl understood that he fell into a sleep that only time could tell when he would awaken. Ahret shook her head and took a wet cloth from a basin of water, approaching the man. She lifted his shirt and put the cloth on the scar.
Ahret saw doing this from her sister, Putai, when that mysterious archeologist was trapped inside The Great Pyramid after defying Seth. For Ahret, that woman was a mystery, but not for Putai. In those days that she stayed at the village she and the Shaman always talked togheter and walk near the nile and when arrived the day that she decided to leave the Tribe, Putai gived to her an amulet.
Ahret didn't know yet if she would do the same with the man, but he still didn't wake up from his coma.
Weeks after she found him in the Strahov, she looked at his wallet and into his things; a Boran X gun, keys to a Harley Davidson and a subscription to Paris's cinema.
Being curious, Ahret looked also at his identity card, to know the name of the man she saved: Kurtis Trent, living in Paris, born on 29th June 1972; the African was shocked… she didn't expected to save a member of the Lux Veritatis… or at last, One of the last members. Some were born between mother and father of the order, others were Hiddens, those who received powers from a decassed family member or before dying. Ahret shock her head, droving out those throughs who tormented her every day and in every hour.
Kurtis was still here, motionless. Ahret sometimes prayed the Spirits that one day he will wake up from his coma, but it seems that the spirits dosen't want to listen to her. Kurtis seemed a dead person who was still breathing, in the bed of the young healer.
Kurtis bit his lip and clenched his fists, in front of the door of his home.
It has been many years since he escaped from Salt Flats, to have a "normal" life despite to have a life of a Lux Veritatis. 
His decision has put his twin sister into depression and disappointed in the most barbaric way his father, Konstantin. 
He opened the door with a sharp gesture, the sound of the door make turn around two women, one with graying hairs on the tips of the hair, the azure eyes full of wrinkles, sign of a young woman disfigured by old age, her rosy lips parted in a sweet motherly smile. The other one had very long brunette hairs, long until her knees, witch always kept back, only a few strands before her very black eyes, even in the white outer layer of the eyeball, because of her blindness, like Kurtis. 
Besides the girl with the black eyes was blind to the eyes of normal people, she could see since she was a Lux Veritatis.
The girl let her book slip through her hand, let it fell on the floor and ran over Kurtis, throwing herself on his neck, crying « You're back! You're back! » she said between the tears, while Kurtis embraced her back, with his strong arms in the back of his twin sister « Yes Miranda, I'm Back » Kurtis's tone was sincere, almost like a whisper, but his mother listened to him and she couldn't not resist to her emotions, she ran through her son and joined the embrace between Kurtis and Miranda 
« Mother… I missed you » said Kurtis while putting his hand through his mother's hair, the auburn and grayish locks were falling down his fingers. The three broke the embrace as they heard footsteps coming. Miranda was looking down while Abigail came closer to the figure who was approaching, putting a hand on his chest « Don't be harsh with him. » she said looking at him in the eyes, Konstantin took the hand of Abigail and took it away from his chest in a delicate gesture.
Kurtis bit his lower lip, while his father approached to him, he lowered his head as for respect, as if to apologize of what he had done in the past, flee from home, being recruited in the Foreign Legion, giving to himself a new identity, with his mother's maiden last name. 
Konstantin put a hand on his son's shoulder, Miranda put up her head surprised and was watching all with her mouth opened, so is Abigail. 
« I do not expect that you apologize for your barbaric escape Kurtis » began to say Konstantin, Kurtis continued to look at the floor, not having the courage to look at him in the eyes. « I felt dishonored Kurtis, ashamed of your foolish and barbaric behavior, you put in depression your sister for almost two years, not developing fully her skills as Lux Veritatis. You made almost dying your mother from heart attack when you fleed that night… » Abigail bit her lower lip, taking a few steps to the husband « Konstantin… » she began to protest but Konstantin put a hand up to make shut the wife « Abigail, Please… » she looked down, closing her eyes and continuing to bit her lip.
Kurtis at one point had the courage to look at his father in the eyes, resentment, dishonor and shame were in the stomach of the young man, ready to forgive his father and his family for the barbaric mistake that he has done in the past, he had understood that in the years as "Demon Hunter" and as a mercenary for the Foreign Legion « I cannot change what I am father… I tried to flee from what I am, but I understand that I cannot avoid that, since the Lux Veritatis are my past, my present and my future. Father… I forgive you for having dishonored you. » Kurtis was trembling and it was visible from his arms and from his expression, but his words were firm and direct. They were like a splinter in the back, prickly, but they were sincere as the words of a child. Konstantin came closer to his son and embraced him, in an embrace that neither Kurtis expected. He returned it, the tears were falling almost down but he held them back.
Suddenly the sound of a shotgun was heard at home Heissturm, Miranda looked around, terrified « What was that? » she asked, her voice was trembling with fear.
Another shotgun came and this time a window broke and several men came from the kitchen. Abigail run through them and fought them, taking a kitchen knife. She killed the first one sticking the knife across his chest. The second one trapped her from behind but Abigail was smarter. She stamped his foot and stick the knife in his head, making him bleed to death. But with the third one it wasen't easy, since she recognized the man in front of her « Oh No… » It was a whisper of fear, her azure eyes full of terror. The man in front of her adjusted his gloves with an evil smile « Hello Mrs. Heissturm » he said in a pretty cold voice, Abigail recognized it, tightening the knife between her hands and later make it twist in her right hand « Eckhardt… You bastard without God! » shout Abigail while approaching to him, but he took her wrist and put her roughly on the floor, sitting lately on her. Eckhardt took Abigail's knife and speared straight across her stomach, a terrible scream was out of her mouth, alarming Kurtis, Miranda and Konstantin « ABIGAIL! » He blurted and then he ran in the kitchen, where Abigail laid under Eckhard. Kurtis and Miranda joined him after a while, the girl cried in desperation, putting her hands before her eyes, Kurtis looked at Eckhardt with a severe expression, he clenched his fists and then he put out the Boran X out of its folder « You son of a Bitch! » he said as he fired a shot towards Eckhardt but he avoided it quickly, the Black Alchemist laughed, putting his hands clasped « Certainly we do not want to do a bloodshed in this house… As it has happened with your gorgeous wife Konstantin. » blinded in rage and desperation for Abigail's demise, Konstantin dangerously approached Eckhardt and put his hands on his neck, strangling him « What do you want you filthy bastard? » he said through his teeth, Kurtis was still pointing his Boran X to Eckhardt, Miranda was beside Abigail's body, trying to understand if something can be done to save her mother. « Give me your precious Periapt Shards if you do not want that I take your daughter… and maybe who knows… making her a slave maybe? » Konstantin throw a fist across Eckhardt's chin, making slam his teeth. In the meanwhile, Miranda was taken from behind from a soldier of Eckhardt, Kurtis came closer to him, stunning him with a fist on his face « My sister cannot be touched! » he said helping Miranda to stand up from the floor. « Kurtis… ran away you two. » Konstantin's words were faint, as they were about to broke from tears. Kurtis didn't hesitate, he took Miranda's hand and ran as fast as he could, away from the home were both he and his sister were born.
The rain was falling unceasing on them, wetting completely their hairs and their clothing. Miranda had the vision blinded by tears, her mother's lifeless body shocked her and that ambush from the Cabal had anguished her, but she had to be strong. Strong for Kurtis and for the spirit of her mother. They ran at breakneck speed across the countryside of Salt Flats, with the rain that was falling on them. Suddenly a loud bang was heard, Kurtis and Miranda turned to see where the bang came from, a big grey cloud of smoke was around the trees and the flora, it came from their old house. Miranda let out a desperate cry and jumped the knees on the mud, beginning to let out the tears desperately and mourning the father that died to save his only children. Kurtis jumped his knees to the mud along with Miranda, watching the smoke with empty eyes. Suddenly his eyes went wet and his tears rolled down his cheeks. The last time he had cried was when he fleed from home, leaving his sister alone and let her be in a deep depression, Miranda was the only thing that kept him in that home, besides the training of the Lux Veritatis that his father gave daily both to Kurtis and Miranda. He loved his sister more than himself, they were born on the same day, they shared the same crib and the same toys, when he took the decision to leave, he left Miranda with a broken heart and he was too with a broken heart, for leaving his sister alone in that hell of life that had the Lux Veritatis. 
Kurtis came closer to Miranda, crawling along the mud and hugged her, accepting the hot and desperate tears of the sister « Miranda… You have to stay close to me from now on, I'll never leave you alone… I won't do that again, I swear. »
His view was totally blur, she saw only an African woman around the nineteens that was cleaning his wound on his stomach. She had a very dark skin, her eyes were big and intonate perfectly with the color of her skin, her jet black hair were long until the hips. She was adorned of various jewels along her chocolate skin, jewels in gold and bronze, her cloths were orange, typically Africans. Kurtis tried to sit but a sense of nausea struck him instantly, alarmed the girl put both of her hands in Kurtis's chest « Easy… You were in coma for a long time. » the girl had a warm voice as the sun in August and had a strong African accent. In Coma? He through and looked around, suddenly all the memories came together: The Strahov, he has followed a fugitive to Prague, only because she had the same, more or less, objective as him: destroy the Obscura Paintings. He was took in hostage from Eckhardt and she was forced to give the Painting to save him… But he sacrificed for her the same, he saved her from that Boaz monster and he let himself be stabbed with her sting just to give a chance to her to kill Eckhardt with his Periapt Shards. He was afraid of not turning back to Miranda, he was afraid to not see the light of day anymore… But he was afraid of not seeing anymore the woman that he had sacrificed himself; Lara Croft.
Kurtis let himself be helped to the girl to sit up, she left for a moment to bring something to eat and drink, since he had not took anything into his mouth for three long months of coma, were he dreamed of his childhood, his long period as a member of the Foreign Legion and as a Demon Hunter.
He devoured almost the entire tray that brought the girl, she was smiling blessed, happy to see that the guy she found on the streets of Prague was OK.
« You know my name, but I do not know yours… What's your name? » he asked while cleaning his lips with a tissue. « 
My Name's Ahret, I am an healer of an African Tribe ». 
Kurtis nodded, putting the tissue on the tray, then suddenly a question came to his mind: Why was there a healer of a tribe in Prague? « 
I've decided to detach from my tribe for a while » said Ahret while looking at him in the eyes, Kurtis looked at her with a surprised look, but he couldn't not help but smile. Ahret stood up from the seat and directs herself to the door of the room « Ahret » called Kurtis, the African turned to him, always with a smile on her face. « 
Thank you for having saved my life » the words that came out of Kurtis's mouth were simple, but warmed the heart of the young African, she batted her eyelashes as for saying "nothing" and exited from the room.

Hiiiiii!  Welcome to my principal Fanfiction! I couldn't not wait to upload it, but I'm translating it all by myself. Sorry for any misspelled words
I hope you enjoyed this first chapter 
See ya soon with chapter Number 2 
Anastasia (Anya for short) 
I'm 20 Years old and I'm Italian.
Language Student and Developing Singer