Canyon of the Crescent Moon
1960
Indy was quiet. "Then they want blood sacrifices...? Just like the Temple of Doom?"
"Certainly, Junior. Its how they run things. Fear and domination. Just like the Nazis. Its that kind of evil you're dealing with."
"Then it was the right decision to destroy the Sidenstrasse Tapestry," Emily declared.
"Well - yes. But there's a proper order to this!" Professor Jones Senior scrambled. "You always destroy the actual artifact and then clues leading to it!"
"Ooops," Emily replied.
"Ooops, indeed, dear girl."
"Dad - there's always secondary sources," Indy remembered. "If we can find those - "
"Edo, Junior. Edo would have had the secondary sources. Its divine intervention that you got four out of six of the swords."
"Who's Edo?" Shorty asked.
Indy bristled. "A guy I met on Attu. He was in charge of Japanese intelligence. And he had sources before that."
"Sources of supernatural origin," Professor Jones Senior added.
"Dad... I..."
"I know you don't like to think about the supernatural mysteries of the world, Junior! But sometimes you must - especially when you're playing with the fires of Hell!"
"I presumed it was a legend."
"So's the Ark of the Covenant - and you seem very frightened of her!"
"Yeah. There's that," Indy admitted.
"And you saw the Holy Grail save my life!"
"Yeah. I did."
"And there were mystical things going on in India!" Shorty added.
Indy glared. "Shorty - don't help him."
Emily counted the swords in her grandfather's arm. "I thought there were seven."
"There are seven swords," Indy replied. "That's the legend."
"So... where's the missing ones?" Emily asked.
Indy swallowed, "I dropped one on Attu. Edo picked it up. After the war, I collected a few more in occupied Japan."
"But you still only retrieved four of the six, Junior. No one has ever seen the seventh!" Professor Jones reminded him. "Shortbread, does your grandmother have one of the swords?"
"Not that I know of," Shorty replied. "And... its, Short Round, sir."
"Junior - please rename your son, preferably not with a double descriptive noun, which reminds me of pastries."
"I could name him after a dog," Indy mused with an edge of cantankerousness.
Emily had walked away and caught sight of her reflection in the Mirror of Heaven and winced. She'd been riding all day and the dust and sweat had worn off her makeup revealing the jagged scars on her face from the tomb cave in when she was not yet five. She winced again, and then covered her facial injury, forcing herself to look at the mirror. "Where are the other swords of Diya?"
The mirror's surface seemed to ripple for a moment. A strange breeze moved through the chamber, flitting with Emily's dark mussed hair, and a whisper went with it. "You won't be able to reach the seventh sword. But I can show you where the others are... You'll have to uncover your eye."
"I can't see out of that eye," Emily replied, realizing that she didn't have to vocalize the response.
"You'll find that not everything is seen with the physical eyes."
"Like the bridge we used to get here? The leap of faith?"
"That's right. You have wisdom to rival Solomon."
"Thank you...?" Emily hesitated and lowered her hand.
The mirror's surface gleamed a star-like light, then it dropped to a mountainous harsh land of black and pulsating red. A woman about fifteen years older than her had her hands tied and was glaring at an older Japanese man who had military bearing. She spat something in Russian. The older Japanese man picked up the sword at his feet and laughed at her.
The woman kicked the sword out of his hands, rolled over her shoulders, scrambling to her feet. Her hands were still tied behind her back and she fearlessly charged the man. He knocked her to the ground, pulled out a pistol -
"NO!" Shorty yelled.
Emily jumped in shock.
The older Japanese man stared at them, squinting as if he could see and hear them.
Indy watched, recognizing the man, despite the age. "Edo," he growled.
The Japanese man smiled. "I see you, and your children, Indiana Jones. My knowing ones are waiting. Bring the swords and the young woman will live."
The image vanished. The mirror went back to showing a polished bronze surface.
"Two-way mirror," Professor Jones Senior mused.
"Who is she, Shorty?" Indy asked.
"Her name is Lizavet," Shorty explained. "I guess you could call her the girl I left behind in 1944."
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The Seven Swords of Diya: An Indiana Jones Fan Fiction Part 1
أدب الهواةIndiana Jones and his daughter Emily Ravenwood Jones are back in action! Seven missing Japanese swords which may have the power to open hell, unleashing monsters upon the earth are their quest. Along with them is a hotshot pilot who got his career s...
