This choice: Greece, in the middle of the Aegean Sea! • Go Back...Chapter #5Greece, in the middle of the Aegean Sea! by: neoverseomega   The crashing waves of Homer's wine dark sea smacked ferociously against the wooden deck. Lara never quite understood why that metaphor fit - the sea was neither red nor white, dry or sweet - just salty wet and deep. The sky however, that was pretty wine dark - the sun blazed against the horizon and under thick black storm clouds, casting everything in a deep merlot tint. He could feel the crew looking at her - well, at her chest anyway. She was a bit of a freak in a lot of ways - when she was a kid, it was mostly her IQ that made her feel alienated - but while she bloomed late, she bloomed massively. No one could believe that her, um, assets weren't artificial - in fact they were far bigger than most silicon porn stars - lets face it, hardly anybody as thin and fit as she was could sport a natural M cup - if she hadn't also developed an almost freakish amount of muscle, she wouldn't even be able to carry them. The boobs people noticed, the female bodybuilder structure that under-girded them not so much. She had such mixed feelings about that - on one hand, it was terribly useful - no one expected her to be as strong and smart as she was so she could get away with a LOT. On the other hand, it could be tiring to have to tell people to look her in the eye, and people just assumed she was some kind of slut.....
She smiled - although for the people who deserved it, they WERE fun in the bedroom though . . . . .
In her bag, she could feel the weight of the artifact - It was solid gold and pulled her muscular shoulder down a little bit - it was a carving of a Neirid - beautifully done, but unique in a lot of ways - the primary one being that the eyes of the Neirid were actual eyes - perfectly preserved and unaffected by age. It was a disturbing piece to say the least, but the mythology behind it was even more so - supposedly this was a child of Poseidon, turned to stone by Medusa. Being a goddess herself, she didn't fully transform, and instead of dying, was trapped - her divine nature somehow turning the stone into gold. Supposedly, she could be temporarily freed from her prison through worship - sufficient worship gave her the strength to overcome the transformation for a time, but she would eventually return to her stone shape. Supposedly, in return for enough worship to give her a time free from her prison, Poseidon would grant the worshipper whatever boon they wished.
Unfortunately that worship required human sacrifice in a manner that reflected her situation - the method recommended was to melt the persons weight in gold, then pour it over them until they died . . . . .
Disturbing stuff - but fascinating - and more importantly, expensive. The person who hired her wanted to use it badly - she however had other plans -anyone willing to murder someone with gold was someone she wanted to see in prison, and if this thing could do what she suspected it could, it needed to go in the same warehouse where the Ark was rotting away. The trick was getting him to pay for it, and accept the DUPLICATE she had in her other bag - she shuddered to think how the replica got actual human eyes well preserved enough to mimic it - the duplicate alone would be worth a fortune in gold.
What Lara didn't know was that in the years since the original transformation, the daughter of Poseidon had been growing in strength, and now needed far less in order to grant her boon - in fact, all she needed was a fervent wish to set her free for a time.
Strangely enough, Lara was musing about her own strength and how little people noticed it - she wondered what it would be like to be an actual superhero, to be able to lift pyramids and break open sealed tombs with her bare hands. She wondered what it would be like if her biceps were bigger than her boobs and men worshipped them as much - one of her favorite lovers would kiss and caress her 18 inch guns almost as much as her basketball sized breasts, and he died at the hands of a ravening mummy..... The more she contemplated it, the more the Neirids power grew.
Then, the careless words in her head: I wish
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