Sacrifice Stone
Edo's Camp
Kamchatka Wilderness
Soviet Russia
1960
"Does anyone know what Edo and his ninjas are doing?" Shorty asked, looking toward Edo and his ninjas as they stood around the lava pit.
Indy glanced at the men making sacrifices of wine nearly the newly opened lava pits. In the dim light, the moon made shadows of silver, and the lava made the land look like it was bleeding...
Indy looked toward the fiery lava dome. Only part of it had collapsed with his weight. "That's larger than I thought..."
"The legend is that the lava dome in this valley was placed here by the treasure guardian and the shamaness who wielded the Seven Swords of Diya. It was to cover the pit where the people threw in women and children to sacrifice to the apkallu," Lizavet explained. "We are to be the sacrifices which reopen it and resurrect their reign of terror."
"Being tossed into a barbecue pit isn't how I want to leave," Emily growled. "Too much like the princesses being sacrificed to dragons. And I've seen human sacrifice victims. Its never easy to find and excavate them."
Indy was silent remembering the World War II death camps of Europe, North Africa and the Japanese warcrimes, jungle graves, nameless men women and children all sacrificed to... "Damn," he whispered. "That's what they were doing."
"What?"
"The very ancient, ancient legends of the apkallu are that they enslaved humanity, those they couldn't turn to slavery they poisoned each person against the other." Indy paused. "And it made me realize that war and genocide, especially genocide, is simply the apkallu working the same story, the same infection."
"That doesn't mean we shouldn't fight, right, Dad?" Shorty asked.
"No. It just means we need to fight them as family." Indy glanced at Lizavet. She'd been strangely silent and now tears were rolling across her face. "Miss Lizavet?"
She looked at him. "That is how you defeated them before."
"What?" Indy asked in shock.
"I know you," she whispered. "The night my parents died, you stood behind me. You put your hands on my shoulders and said, 'No. You cannot have my daughter.' I could see your silhouette as my parents' bodies burned behind us. The flames silhouetted us both. And the knowing ones were afraid. They did not even allow your shadow to touch them."
"Lizavet," Indy murmured softly. "That... wasn't me..."
She met his eyes. "Are you not a treasure guardian? Are you not a treasure guardian like the one who bestowed the swords upon the shamaness women so that they could defend their families and put the apkallu and their corrupted oppressive offspring back into prisons?"
Memories flickered through Indy's stunned mind. Returning the children who'd been held captive in the Temple of Doom.... Keeping the Ark of the Covenant out of Nazi hands, the knight who'd guarded the grail in his stunned frail weary voice declaring, 'You're strangely dressed for a knight...'
"Not exactly," Indy replied, giving Lizavet the same answer he'd given the knight.
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The Seven Swords of Diya: An Indiana Jones Fan Fiction Part 1
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